sleep is for sissies

I don't think I have gotten more than eight hours of sleep this holiday weekend in total. Between working and yardwork and hanging out with friends I haven't gotten a good night of shut-eye, either that or I am getting old and requiring less sleep than usual. Maybe I need to get black-out curtains or something, but the lack of sleep has been worth it because I've learned a lot.
1. Pre-teen chick-flicks are still satisfying even today, especially when they are ripped right out of the pages of a John Hughes movie. We watched Sleepover and it was super corny. It had elements of Sixteen Candles and Pretty in Pink. But we still liked it...probably a lot more than I should admit to! And being a fourteen year old girl in the movies is WAY better than it even was in reality.
2. 3D Pixar movies are AWESOME!!! We watched Polar Express in 3D last night and it was AMAZING. Every time I watch one of those movies I am really impressed at how lifelike they make things and then the 3D just made it incredible. Although I wouldn't suggest sitting too close to the screen, it gave me a headache and a neckache. Also bring some anti-bacterial wipes with you if you are a germ-phobe like myself. They have actual glasses (not the paper one with one blue eye and one red eye from yesteryear) that they give to you when you get there and you return when you leave, somehow I doubt they get cleaned between every use. When we were walking out we did hear somebody say "I thought that movie would have something to do with polar bears," sometimes people are kinda dumb and that is always good for a laugh.
3. My dog is a good litmus test for friendship. People who like him end up becoming good friends; people who don't, eventually those friendships go sour (and not BECAUSE of the dog, it is just a trend I'm noticing). This has been the case for the duration of my puppy's existence. I wonder what that's all about? Are we a world divided into two camps, cat-people and dog-people? What about the people who don't like either, what happens to them? Is there a whole camp of people who hate everything four-legged and furry and is it full of people who suck? Maybe it just boils down to this, Iniki is like my kid, maybe even a reflection of the kind of person I am, so if you don't like him then you can't really like me 'cause we're a package deal.