REVIEW: The King's Speech

I just came home from the dollar theater, where I saw the PG-13 version of The King's Speech. I LOVED IT! OMB (oh my blachenshmadiggledorff, for all y'all UNCOOL peoples) I want to see it again. I LOVE TO HEAR BRITISH PEOPLE TALKING FOR LONG PERIODS OF TIME, LIKE TWO HOURS. Oops, I left caps lock on...
Yes, the movie is historical. No, it's not boring. Yes, there is one instance where you might cry if you get particularly sentimental about kings of England passing because of old age. And YES, it is VERY funny.
Prince Albert has a stuttering problem. Had it since he was, eh, four or five. After a failed attempt at finding a good speech therapist, he gives up, but his wife continues on. She discovers Lionel Logue. The first session with him and Prince Albert is kind of awkward, but they warm up to each other and become great friends.
Albert's father passes away, and his brother David takes the throne. Then, though, David desires to get married to a trashy lady who's already been divorced twice, and the Anglican church won't allow that. He steps down from the throne--so Albert must step up.
This movie is funny, inspirational, but don't expect a bomb to go off in the middle or anything. It's a quiet movie about a guy, a speech therapist and the crown he doesn't want to have put on his head.
Please watch it! Tank you! Bye!!!!!!!

Theatre Audition

Today, it was my duty as a seventh-grade theatre student to audition for Theatre Production, a sort of "advanced theatre" class for eighth graders at my school. I was so nervous, I was shaking and I was dizzy and felt like I was gonna pee in my pants. We had to perform a monologue in front of the two (they're best buddies!) theatre teachers for our audition. I stumbled a little, talked fast and looked around everywhere. I was so nervous! I had to sit in a classroom for forty-five minutes with nothing to do but worry, practice, worry, worry, and have my stomach growl. It was torture! Though now I'm so glad it's over. But now I have to wait until the last day of school, two months from now, to get the results, if I made it in or not. Oh gosh, here comes the worrying again.....