EXAMPLE OF FIRST-PERSON ENTRY:
OH

MY

GOD.

That is all. I think I'm changing my name to Edward Cullen just so I can get the girl and have the entire SPARKLY skin before saying 'THIS IS THE SKIN OF A MURDERER'. Or killer. Or whatever. I was glad I waited to pirate your ass instead of spending nine bucks to see you in the theaters. The only good thing in the movie was the little Indian with a bear skin as his hair. I'll stick to my movies where Jim Carrey is acting a foo' otherwise I'd kill more braincells wondering where has America gone by OBSESSING over that.

My rambling has gone off the deep and all over a vampire movie. You'd think they I'd get enough watching movies the over countless movies about the undead. Yet I'm always up for some zombie action, opps wrong undead. And I know my little movie review has come a little late since I don't think its in theatres anymore. I'm always behind the curb so it doesn't really matter.

EXAMPLE OF THIRD-PERSON ENTRY:
Dick walked into the house holding a bag of groceries. He didn't usually go shopping this early, so he figured someone would be there. Putting the bag on the counter he noticed that no one was here. He knew they might not hear him but still he might get lucky. “Hey, I have Oreo cookies”, he called into the back of the house but there was no answer. Shrugged his shoulders as he walked to the fridge to help himself to a tasty beverage. Rubbing his hands together excitedly before he decided he would just get a glass of milk. Wasn't really in the mood for anything else.

Then he made his way to the couch. Someone would come out eventually so he decided to watch some TV well he waited. It didn't hurt anyone.