BEDA #1,000,000?

So, as you probably know, this month is either VEDA or BEDA for most bloggers. I have, as far as my knowledge lets me know, blogged multiple times each day this month concerning news, books, films, and reviews. Does that count for BEDA?
If not, here's some stuff making up for it:
This past Sunday, I went to this revamped Wal-Mart in a city twenty minutes from mine. I had to go back and get my mom's jacket from the car, and on my way there, a group of druggie Wal-Mart custodians offered to help me look for her coat. I declined the offer; sorry guys, I'm a big boy. Then, on my way back, I walked past this massive white van and I hear a screaming of some Asian language. I know it's Asian because inside the car was a huge group of Asian-Americans angrily yelling at each other in their native tongue. I wish I could understand what they were saying. That would have been supermegafoxawesomehot. Later on in the store, I was finishing walking down the frozen breakfast isle when I see this tall, lanky girl randomly dancing around a large pile of wheat bread. Then, I turn around and a man whose skin is completely red is running around in the shortest shorts I have ever seen a man wear.
Later on in the store, my mom and I were trying to get down the snack isle, and this lady was just standing there, looking distantly into space. She turned around and gave us a dirty look then walked off. Up at the check out lane, a no-doubt-drunk mother walked up with her children. Her REALLY young son, who stood text messaging on a Samsung Epic, squirmed past my mother and asked the clerk to scan his Whoppers before finishing ringing us up. When it came time for them to pay, the mother screeched at him to put the Whoppers on the conveyor belt. The cashier said, "I can just scan them now. He asked me too." The lady immediately flashed a stink-face at the cashier then looked at my mother, who nodded. She rolled her eyes and muttered, "Fine,"
Then, on our way out, three different people squeezed in front of our cart through the automatic doors. Oh, the places you go.
Oh, well. The more you know.
Another thing you may already know is that Thursday I read Water for Elephants. My friend, who has a strange fetish for reading sensual scenes in books, asked me if there were any sex scenes in the book. I told her no, but I DID tell her about the scene where Jacob sees Barbara strip at the beginning of the book. She read the scene, being the creep she is, and told everyone in our Science class that Water for Elephants is a sex book and that I was reading it. Thanks, Megan.
I also realized how excited I am to see Michael Gambon in DH2. I have no clue why this all of a sudden just popped into my mind, but I was like, "Holy Hermione, we haven't seen Dumbledore in the movies since Half-Blood Prince." So, upon making that revelation, I am now even more pumped for the next movie in the series.
Also, the past two weeks, 500 text messages have been spent with Alejandra discussing our dream The Hunger Games and City of Bones casts. We also discussed our many trips--with Isaac--over the course of the next few years. Here's how it all plans out:
This year, I'm going to Seattle.
Summer 2012 | Chicago
Summer 2013 | Florida. Diagon Alley and Gringotts are expected to be open then, if they will come to fruition at the Wizarding World.
Summer 2014 | New York City.
Summer 2015 | London.
The summer of 2015 is also the summer after we graduate from High School. I feel really weird saying that I graduate from my needed schooling in four years. Strange.
In other randomness, I unleashed my closet-love for Florence + the Machine this week. I always loved 'Dogs Days Are Over', and her 2nd album, Lungs, has always been on my iPod, but I never really listened to it all until I hear 'Cosmic Love' on the TV Spot for Water for Elephants.
I need a cool catch-phrase for every time I finish a blog...hmmm...
The more you know, the more you show. How's that? Corny, I know. That's the point.