Young Jedi

A couple Saturdays ago, November 10th, I woke up with a strange desire...I wanted to watch Star Wars!  I mentioned it to dad several times, but he was hesitant.  He always envisioned watching the Star Wars trilogy when I was a couple of years older.  As luck would have it, it was miserably cold outside and mom was going to run errands...the perfect opportunity for two dudes to sit back and watch Star Wars together.

I watched very intently and loved every minute of it.  I remained focused throughout the entire movie.  My favorite guy was the shooter guy (when Han Solo shoots Greedo in the Los Isley tavern...duh!) and my favorite scene in the movie was when they shot fire in the sky (when the Millenium Falcoln shot at the Tie-Fighters while escaping the Death Star).  Although, I adamently deny any knoweldge of seeing Chewbacca.

When the movie was over I wanted demanded to watch Space Balls because I was confident it would be really funny, but Dad wouldn't let me.  Now, it's only a matter of time before I watch the remaining episodes (before Disney ruins it for everyone).