Monday, November 12, 2012

I'm Back!

I've decided to make an early New Years resolution to post regularly on this blog. I'm aiming for three times a week.

I need to challenge myself and stick too it if I want my creativity to ever grow.

So. Get prepared, I'm gonna be a regular blogger!

Monday, October 22, 2012

Should you join the Fandom?

Ever find yourself wondering if the Fandom is for you?

Do you notice yourself writing episodes of your favorite television shows in your head to pass time?

Do you know what fan fiction is?

If you answered yes to any of the above questions then YOU may belong in the Fandom.

To know for sure, just take my fail proof five question quiz! One copy is available to you for only 19.99!

Kidding. Here's the quiz:

1. Do you have shows you consider yours, and appointment watch?

2. Have any of these programs become "your shows" after marathoning all available seasons on Netflix?

3. Do any, or have any, of these shows ever made you cry, for happy or sad reasons? Has this happened more than once? Has it happened with a book?

4. Do you ever feel like shouting out "FEELS" yelling "MOFFAT!" while shaking a fist or typing a 'keyboard smash' is the best way to express yourself?

5. Do any of the following phrases mean anything to you: "Allons-y Alonso!" "Fish fingers and custard" "Bowties are cool" "Fantastic!" "I will burn Utica to the ground" "Everybody pants now" "5000 Candles in the Wind" "Bye Bye Lil Sebastian" "Trust me, I'm the Inspector" "Annie's boobs" "Browncoats" "We believe in Sherlock" "May the Odds be ever in your favor" and "Dreamatorium".

If you answered yes to any of these questions then congratulations! You belong in the Fandom!

Thursday, October 18, 2012

It's all about you baby.

This post is dedicated to my sweet best friend, Abbi Clark.

As many of y'all probably know Abbi and I are faraway friends. This means we celebrate birthdays a little but differently than most. Last years celebration included a package filled with confetti. But since Miss Clark is away cruisin' the seven seas like a boss, I figured a gift she can read no matter her location would be best.

So, my fab Abb, beautiful wonderful lovely amazing Abbi, this list of 21 great things I associate/love with you, is for you.

(P.S. Abbi is turning 21, in case you didn't catch on.)

1. Our first Tumblr messages. I crack up every time I read them because they're so formal and awkward.

2. All the times you were willing to go to Noodles & Co with me. That's the sign of a great friend.

3. Speaking of food, your grilled cheese. Your grilled cheese is literally one of the best I've ever had. I hope they serve it in heaven.

4. More firsts, our first Skype convo. I thought it would be awkward and strained but it wasn't. It was like we had known each other forever.

5. How fearless you are. Deciding to leave school to change directions and do what you really want? You're better than me.

6. Seeing you last spring break. It was such a welcome change from my norm.

7. Which brings us to watching Fright Night with you. We were so ready to be terrified, what with leaving the lights on and shutting the blinds, and it turned out to e such a stupid movie. Not even David Tennant could redeem it.

8. Sobbing while watching Lovely, Still. Man. Talk about an experience. That movie will always be special to me because it opened up another dimension to our friendship. The "sob like babies together" dimension.

9. Your sense of style. Seriously, when I go shopping, I ask myself, "would Abbi approve?" And if the answer is no then I don't buy it. You got it goin onnnn gurl.

10. Making last years bday video. Incidentally I am wearing the same sweater while I write this from that video but that's a coincidence. The point is, I knew that video would make or break us. You'd either love it or stop talkin to me cause I'm weird.

11. The fact that you are a Slytherin just like me. I was so devastated when I learned the news, but you helped me realize how great an honor it was. Also. You're amazing, so they obviously aren't evil.

12. You teaching me to embroider. I love that I have that skill now, and it was an excellent Hobby Lobby trip.

13. The choice to visit you. What a defining moment for us. When I made the choice to tell my mom I wanted to fly to Co and you told yours you wanted to house a random girl from Tx you met on the net is a bit if a defining moment in my head.

14. Getting to meet you for the first time. Walking up the stairs at the airport searching for you, hoping our great chemistry would extend to in person, and then hugging you knowing all my concerns were ridiculous. A memory ill treasure.

15. Assembling shelves at the new spa. The fact that you were relaxed enough on your second ever in person hang out with me to take me along with you to set up furniture at the new location says something.

16. Getting to show off my shelf assembling skillz. Enough said.

17. Playing BINGO with Paige, you and your mom. You were getting so mad at the stupid little BINGO callers kid winning still cracks me up. (Ps. SLYTHERIN alert)

18. How loving you are. Of stuff. In the best way. How when you love it you love it. No liking. Love or hate. It's beautiful.

19. That you don't judge me for sleeping with a computer and other various non-bedding items in my bed cause you are the same way.

20. Your snark-tastic wit. Like. You have some of the best one liners. You keep me laughing.

21. The kind of friend you are. You're the best kind of friend. Your supportive. Honest. Encouraging. Everything I've ever prayed for in a friend.

Abbi. I love you. My life is better with you in it. Have a fantastically fun rest of your cruise!

Thursday, July 26, 2012

My Reading Rainbow: The Truth About Forever

Plz admire my pretty nail polish.
Confession: I have never before read a Sarah Dessen Novel. But. I have been told, numerous times, by numerous people, that I should.

Flash back to grade ten, English class: One of my friends was reading a Sarah Dessen novel. She said it was really good. And that I should read it. I said ok, and noted the hands on the cover. A week or so later, she had a different novel. Still by Sarah Dessen. Still with hands on the cover. Again suggested for me to read.

My reply? Does she have a hand fetish? Because her covers all have only hands on them.


That was my response. I never read a book by her. And then I became friends with all sorts of different people in college, some that lived near me, some that didn't. And when books came up, so did Sarah Dessen.

And in the back of my mind, I thought of the hand fetish, and how I had been told time and again to read a novel of hers. And how I ignored it. And continued to ignore it.

Then I decided to do this book project.

And Sarah Dessen was on the list. So, suddenly, I was forced to read her book. Not that I was sad about it. I am the one that chose to do the book project.

And my books came in and I knew, I had to start with either Lauren Oliver or Sarah Dessen. I texted Abbi. (Obviously the go to authority on books in this experiment) and she suggested The Truth About Forever.

That was two days ago.

Back to the present: I picked up my copy of The Truth About Forever at four pm today.

Sorry, can't blog, to busy reading.

I put it down at nine.

I didn't put it down because I was bored. Or because I needed to do something else. No. I put it down because I was done. The story was over. The words ran out.

That's right. I read the entire book in one siting.
Let me tell you.  

Here's a brief summary from the back of the book: 

A long, hot summer...

That's what Macy has to look forward to while her boyfriend, Jason, is away at Brain Camp. Days will be spent at a boring job in the library, evenings will be filled with vocabulary drills for the SATs, and spare time will be passed with her mother, the two of them sharing a silent grief at the traumatic loss of Macy's father. 

But sometimes unexpected things can happen - things such as the catering job at Wish, with its fun-loving, chaotic crew. Or her sister's project of renovating the neglected beach house, awakening long-buried memories. Things such as meeting Wes, a boy with a past, a taste for Truth-telling, and an amazing artistic talent, the kind of boy who could turn any girl's world upside down. As Macy ventures out of her shell, she begins to wonder, is it really better to be safe than sorry?





I mean, if me reading the entire book in five hours isn't enough evidence that I adored this story and think it's amazing, then I doubt everything else I'm about to say will. 

Much like TFiOS, this book had me crying and laughing, often at the same time. It was heartwarming. It was thought provoking. It was... amazing.

I mean, it brought up a lot of things that I had never thought about. I mean, this is a YA novel for crying out loud! But it didn't feel like just a YA novel. No. 

It felt like a lesson. But not like a chemistry lesson, where someone is droning on and on about electrons and mass and your eyes are glazing over. No. It felt like a life lesson. One that I could have learned on my own, without help, but one that would have included a lot of pain. 

And I don't know about you, but I prefer no pain. I prefer a beautiful story that makes me think, to teach me a lesson. 

This book is more than fine, just fine. It's fantastic. 

So, please, I'm begging you, read this book.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

My Reading Rainbow: My Books are Here!

My books are here! The list of books I ordered that started this project has finally arrived!

Now I just have to decide which book to start with...

Monday, July 23, 2012

The Fault in Our Stars

The Fault in Our Stars, or TFiOS as its lovingly called, is a book you need to read. It's a young adult novel written by the talented John Green, but don't let that YA label scare you off. It's only YA because it needed a genre. But it's a novel that resonates with all ages.


In this series, I'll be reviewing books, and will try my darnedest to keep spoilers out. One way to do that, I think, is to use the pre written summaries for books.

The plot summary of TFiOS is as follows:

Despite the tumor-shrinking medical miracle that has bought her a few years, Hazel has never been anything but terminal, her final chapter inscribed upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel’s story is about to be completely rewritten. 
(summary taken from Barnes and Noble website)

Does that seem interesting to you? I don't care. Read the book. It's so worth reading. It will give you a lot of feelings you didn't know you could get from the books. As one amazon reviewer said:
This dude knows what's up.

I read this book while in Orlando with my mom, and we were sharing a hotel room. I had planned on reading it pool side but I couldn't put it down and ended up staying up until the single digit hours of the morning to finish it. In the bathtub.

Yes. That's right. I read the last fourth of this book in my hotel bathtub. In the dark. With the bathroom doors closed.

You see, the end of this book had me in tears. And in stiches of laughter. I was laughing as I was crying. And not a trickle of liquid running down my face. Oh no. I'm talking hard core noisy ugly crying. And I didn't want to wake my mom, since she had an 8am meeting the next morning. So I grabbed my pillow, stuck it behind my back, and sobbed and read and sobbed and read in the bathtub.

Me too Katherine, me too.

And it was so worth it.

So, read it. In a bathtub. On a bus. By the pool. Read it.

Friday, July 20, 2012


I realized something today, when I woke up to the tragic news of the Aurora shooting.

Well. I realized many things.

I realized how many loved ones I have in Colorado. I realized how much I loved them.

I realized how short life is. And how precious the time we have is.

I realized how blessed I am.

And the saddest realization of all, was realizing how underwhelming my reaction was.

I saw the news and thought with a sigh, "another shooting. How tragic. How many have died?"

See. Just last week I heard of a shooting in a bar in Tuscaloosa.

Since I've been in college, Fort Hood, a place close to my heart and my home, was rocked by a shooting.

And before that I was thinking about defining moments of my life, and looking back at the Columbine shooting.

So when I heard about Aurora, it was just another shooting on the list.

Then I started to think about it. And I got really sad. Because I live in a world were the news of a shooting is incredibly sad. But not uncommon. I live in a place where I am sad but not shocked by violent crimes. And I live in a place where news of such a tragedy is almost expected, and not shocking.

And that is devastating. I am devastated by the realization that a man in a bulletproof vest murdering innocent people is appalling but not shocking. Where a tear gas filled movie theater is one of tge worst, but not the absolute worst thing I've seen on the news in my life.

I have lived a life that included the bombing in Oklahoma City, the crashing of airplanes into the WTC and the murder of innocent high school students by two of their peers. And that was all before I was 12.

And when I was in college the Fort Hood shooting happened. A tragedy so close to home. I mean, that's where my dad works. 

So I'm not shocked at a shooting. I'm shocked and disgusted and saddened by the details, and mourn the loss of those innocent lives. But I'm not shocked by the act of violence. It's what I've come to expect, although until today it seems it was a subconscious expectation.

My thought and prayers are with those effected by the tragedy, and my own loved ones as I take today to appreciate their blessings in my life and celebrate the time I have on this planet.

To my friends and family: I love you. I really do. You're wonderful treasures to me and without you I would be lost.

To those who aren't sure if you fall in the above category: you do. And I love you.

To those in Colorado: I'm sorry. I'm sorry for your losses. Of lives and innocence. I'm sorry that this happened. I'm sorry. And I pray for you.

I pray for us all.