My list of favorite books is relatively short and stereotypical. My tastes in books is undergoing a change and it's really hard to decide what I like to read anymore. Not only that, but I have this curse that won't allow me to finish a book if I don't read it in two days. The last book I read was Choke by Chuck Palahniuk and honestly I didn't like it. I'm just not into that edgy x-rated sex and gore stuff. It was gross. I know it's supposed to be and a lot of people like the shock value of that but I just couldn't really stomach it. At least I read it all the way through and gave it a chance, I feel good about that part at least.
The few books I've come across and really liked are:
1. The Harry Potter Series. Of course. In particular, I really liked the third and the sixth.
2. Thirsty. Another vampire book and not written that well, but I really enjoyed the idea of someone not wanting to be a vampire. It didn't have any of the "sparkly glam" that vampirism has now and went back to the classic ideal that vampires are in fact monsters, and we probably wouldn't like to be one as much as we think.
3. The Lost Girls. I'm into Peter Pan more than I let on, and this book was a spontaneous find about the girls in Wendy's generation. Each one of her relatives as young girls met Peter, and Wendy is now old and crazy. The main character is Wendy's granddaughter, a grown woman dealing with her own daughter who can't fly to Neverland because she is too depressed. It's kind of a sad mother daughter story; I really liked it.
4. Disco Bloodbath, also known as Party Monster. I really enjoyed the voice and the writing style. It was simple flamboyant and effective. And also funny, despite being about a murder and a bunch of gay guys who go to raves and do a LOT of drugs. It was just way out there and really entertaining to read. The movie was also enjoyable.
5. Blood and Chocolate. It's a werewolf story, and to be honest it's kind of a glorified erotic novel. The idea of being a werewolf is very sexualized and it's pretty awesome. Basically the main character is a female werewolf who has to decide if she wants to stick to her pack and take the responsibilities of being what she is and finding a mate, or straying and falling in love with a human. If you have heard of the movie DON'T. WATCH IT. It was so badly done I wanted to punch everyone involved. If you've made the mistake of watching it, read the book. It's delicious.
6. A Certain Slant of Light. Two spirits unable to go to heaven inhabit the bodies of two high school students that have essentially died inside. They then fall in love. Very strange but very cute.
Aaaand that's pretty much it. I don't really like reading the books that everyone else reads (aside from the HP novels). I like finding weird books on my own. The only trouble is I have so much trouble doing so. Libraries are very intimidating for me. I don't actually enjoy searching through all those books for hours. I just want someone to hand me a book, because I'll read it. Or "eat it" as Michael says, because I read way too fast when I'm interested in a book. I haven't given up, I just don't read like I used to.
So if anyone wants me to read their favorites, let me borrow them and I'll certainly give it a shot.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Song Of The Day
"I try to make one mistake at a time." -Austen Cline
How can we learn if we don't fuck it all up first?
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Reminicing
Warning: I'm about to get all ookie and talk about my boyfriend, something I say I don't like to over do. Considering the circumstances, I have a right to at this moment. But if you don't like that sort of thing then I wouldn't read ahead. :)
By this time next week Michael won't be here. It's a really sad thought and I'm not really ready for it, but I don't have a choice. Honestly I'm just not into the military thing. I respect that as long as war exists there will always be a reason for soldiers, but I can't help seeing it as sort of a sad waste. I mean, people willingly volunteer to become an expendable piece of government property. What about that sounds cool? But it's what Michael wants to do and I just have to get over it and support him, even though it means being miles apart.
It's times like these that make me think back to when I first met him, and all the things leading up to us ending up together. I really seriously never thought it would happen after we dated in eighth grade. It just didn't go that well. Michael has this effect on girls; he makes them crazy, and I was probably one of the first. But there were good times, too. He was my first serious kiss. He sent me flowers while I was in class (we went to different schools, mind you) for Valentines day. And I really can't forget when he made me borrow his watch so we had a reason to see each other again.
He did that with a lot of girls though, let them borrow his stuff. They went crazy over it. Jackets, jewelry, clothes, whatever. I'm pretty guilty of it, but it's sort of different now. I'm not doing it to flaunt it, I'm doing it because I like having a piece of him with me. It's something that's more important to me now that he's leaving.
I never saw this coming. I never saw this bright eyed boy who liked being barefoot and having long hair joining the army. What the hell, right? I've known him for so long it was so unexpected.
So much reminds me of him and when I first met him. We mostly made out a lot, and there was always music playing, so I have a lot of memories attached to songs. We both really liked Linkin Park and to this day I can't listen to Meteora without thinking of him.
I'm going to miss him so so much it's retarded, but something has been telling me if I wait this out it'll all be worth it. It won't suck as much as when we broke up for that while, because this time we'll be in touch and I know he's coming back. I'm actually kind of excited to write letters. It's romantic. Everything we've been through since we've met has been necessary to help us realize how well we go together. Even the shitty stuff. So this is just one more thing to overcome and bring us closer together.
So I have a few confessions to make. I did still like Michael all through high school. I hid it from myself though, but occasionally I'd catch something weird. I put his picture on my ipod to that song "Anytime" up there, which sort of implies moving on but welcoming a previous love back whenever they want. Then there was this moment Junior year, (weird that I remember it so well) outside at lunch. I was looking at him and thinking about him in ways I hadn't in a few years. Just as quickly I shook it off. Somehow making friends with all of his girlfriends was weird, too. It wasn't intentional, it just sort of happened.
It's been a weird dramatic journey, but there are still a lot of times I wish I could relive. I miss his old house, I miss the big gatherings, many of which I wasn't around for because we lost touch for a while. I miss things being simpler but it's amazing how they've changed and I'm glad it's all happened this way.
By this time next week Michael won't be here. It's a really sad thought and I'm not really ready for it, but I don't have a choice. Honestly I'm just not into the military thing. I respect that as long as war exists there will always be a reason for soldiers, but I can't help seeing it as sort of a sad waste. I mean, people willingly volunteer to become an expendable piece of government property. What about that sounds cool? But it's what Michael wants to do and I just have to get over it and support him, even though it means being miles apart.
It's times like these that make me think back to when I first met him, and all the things leading up to us ending up together. I really seriously never thought it would happen after we dated in eighth grade. It just didn't go that well. Michael has this effect on girls; he makes them crazy, and I was probably one of the first. But there were good times, too. He was my first serious kiss. He sent me flowers while I was in class (we went to different schools, mind you) for Valentines day. And I really can't forget when he made me borrow his watch so we had a reason to see each other again.
I never saw this coming. I never saw this bright eyed boy who liked being barefoot and having long hair joining the army. What the hell, right? I've known him for so long it was so unexpected.
So much reminds me of him and when I first met him. We mostly made out a lot, and there was always music playing, so I have a lot of memories attached to songs. We both really liked Linkin Park and to this day I can't listen to Meteora without thinking of him.
I'm going to miss him so so much it's retarded, but something has been telling me if I wait this out it'll all be worth it. It won't suck as much as when we broke up for that while, because this time we'll be in touch and I know he's coming back. I'm actually kind of excited to write letters. It's romantic. Everything we've been through since we've met has been necessary to help us realize how well we go together. Even the shitty stuff. So this is just one more thing to overcome and bring us closer together.
I'm doing my best to write down anything positive I feel, because I'll have some dark days, too. No doubt. But as long as I can look forward to all the days he comes home and the next chapter after all that, I'll have hope. Without further ado, here are some memories in the form of songs.
So I have a few confessions to make. I did still like Michael all through high school. I hid it from myself though, but occasionally I'd catch something weird. I put his picture on my ipod to that song "Anytime" up there, which sort of implies moving on but welcoming a previous love back whenever they want. Then there was this moment Junior year, (weird that I remember it so well) outside at lunch. I was looking at him and thinking about him in ways I hadn't in a few years. Just as quickly I shook it off. Somehow making friends with all of his girlfriends was weird, too. It wasn't intentional, it just sort of happened.
It's been a weird dramatic journey, but there are still a lot of times I wish I could relive. I miss his old house, I miss the big gatherings, many of which I wasn't around for because we lost touch for a while. I miss things being simpler but it's amazing how they've changed and I'm glad it's all happened this way.
So that's it for me being gross for a while. Thanks for enduring it :)
Favorite Songs
Day 13. Songs; just to name a few current faves:
I can't find a good video for Profits of Doom by Clutch but I love that song.
I still can't get over how much the lead singer of Cage the Elephant looks like Random. Or vice versa I guess. This is also the first official song I learned on bass. If you listen it isn't that complicated though haha
And now for something completely different:
I could seriously do this all day, but I'll spare you. I like a lot of music.:)
Day 12 Pet Peeves/OCD Habits
1. I used to hate my food touching at meal times. Michael's helped me get over this and made me realize that sometimes a gross looking mess is actually delicious.
2. I eat my candy so that it stays in even numbers. How do I explain this...If I'm eating m&m's, I'll eat them so that as I go there's an even number of the colors. I don't know why.
3. I hate the sound of pencil on paper. Unless you're using it to draw I don't want to hear that scritchy scratch noise, it's like nails on a chalkboard.
4. Cleaning helps me think and makes me feel both productive and relaxed. Like scrubbing a bathtub, not just picking up clothes.
5. I squeeze my toothpaste from the bottom of the tube up so that it's nice and neat. I hate it when it's all squished and deformed. Again, don't know why, but my dad does it, too.
6. I'm one of those people that will make fun of you if you spell something wrong, or at least let you know about it if you're my friend. I'm a grammar nazi.
7. When I text, as long as I'm not feeling lazy, I use capitals and correct punctuation. I hate all that texting lingo.
8. I really really enjoy making lists. More than someone should. This is a prime example. I love using lists to plan things, like what I'll need on a trip. I'm really forgetful as it is so I like to make sure I don't miss something.
I don't think I'm any weirder than anyone else, we all have weird habits.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Day 11
An Animal You'd Like To Have As A Pet
This is a Fennec Fox! You have to get permits to have them in Arizona, but look how adorable! I'm a sucker for big eyes, ears, and other weird-but-cute features. They're mainly nocturnal animals and they really like to dig and make crazy noises. Actually, those noises are the one thing that make me questions if I want one or not. They kind of screech like they're dying, and that's when they're excited. Otherwise, so fucking cute I can't even take it.
Friday, April 1, 2011
The Bucket List
Ten Things You Want To Do Before You Die
1. Go To Japan! Also, just travel in general. I really want to get outside of the states and have some cool stories to tell for the rest of my life. I feel sort of sorry for the people who get stuck in the same place for so long for one reason or another. Even if they're happy with it, it's probably just because they don't know any better, which is sort of how I feel. I'll always love Prescott, but there's so much out there I can't imagine spending my whole life here.
2. Be A Parent. This still scares me, but not as much as it used to. I know it'll happen some day because I want it to, and it'll happen when I'm ready. It's silly but I secretly really want twin boys, which is very but not entirely unlikely, since twins run in my family. I'm really afraid of raising a girl, which according to the laws of the universe means I will probably have twin girls instead. Whatever happens, I can't imagine anything more rewarding than raising a family.
3. Kiss The Blarney Stone. I'm Irish, and I can't help but feel like I should do this. For those who don't know, the blarney stone is a block of bluestone built into the battlements of Blarney Castle. You have to have someone hold you upside down, hang on to some handles, and kiss it. It's supposed to give you the "gift of gab" or "skill of flattery." To me it just sounds lucky and a funny thing to do.
4. Have A Steady Career. Not all adults achieve this, especially today. From what I can tell, it's something like having a child too early that gets you stuck in lots of dead end jobs to pay the bills, feed the child, and almost never do anything fun. There are people who can still function beyond this, and that's great, but personally I'd like to be financially stable before I start a family.
5. Write a Book. I've mentioned this more than once, I think. It's not an easy thing to do, but I think I could do it. Taking writing classes has really been helpful, despite not really being credits towards anything specific. I don't regret taking them. I've always loved to write and instead of just writing without a purpose and never getting better I decided to keep learning. I'll still be taking classes of interest when I'm old, I'm sure.
6. Take A Cooking Class. In the next while I don't know if I'll get around to it, but I'd really like to get into cooking. To be honest I'd love to be able to make Mikey his favorite foods when he visits, and although I'm good at following directions I know that's not all it takes to making deliciousness. I'm more interested in foreign foods like Thai and Indian, so I'm hoping there are some specific classes for that kind of thing. Somewhere, someday. Till then I'm just gonna start makin' stuff and hope I get the idea.
7. Be Spontaneously More Crafty. Things like tack balloons full of paint on a wall and throw darts at them. Weird and long but it's something I've seen done in movies that looks so ridiculously fun I want to try it. I'd have to have a place to do this, obviously. But really I just want to be craftier and do crazy spontaneous things like this. Paint more, take a sculpting class, make pottery, jewelry...I've been wanting to make my own gauges recently and I bought some stuff do it, just haven't gotten to it yet. I think I will soon, since I'll have a lot of time very soon.
8. Own My Own Dog(s). I figure I should learn how to take care of my own animal(s) before I decide to take on children, but I've mentioned before how much I want a dog. If I had a place I'd have one already, thought I'd worry about it being alone when I had to work and such. I'd take it with me whenever I could. I would love to have a Corgi or two, or maybe a Shiba Inu (yes it's a Japanese breed, you know me). Really though, I'd settle for any large eared mutt if it was cute enough. I would love to take my furry friends on long road trips and camp trips.
9. Meet A Celebrity (In a Strange Place). Who doesn't want to see someone like Bill Murray walk into the coffee shop they're sitting in? I've always wondered if this ever happened, who would it be? If I do end up traveling as much as I want to I'm sort of hopeful that I might spot someone well known, just to say that I did. More than that though, I'd love to meet them and for whoever they are not to think I'm some freaked out fan, but a normal human being.
10. The last thing I'd want to do before I die, is Arrange a Will and A Non-Traditional Funeral. This sounds silly or normal or whatever, but I think we take this ability for granted. What if we die before we get a say in what happens after? My friends and I talked about this when Cameron died (because his funeral was strange and religious, and we all agreed it wasn't Cameron-like) and told each other what we wanted in hopes we wouldn't forget. Personally, I'd leave my things to the closest people in my life and I'd like to be cremated and have my ashes made into keys, possibly with "Never Forget" etched into the sides, with my birthday and death date. I hate coffins and I hate the idea of being another slowly rotting body in the ground. Gross. I'd much rather my loved ones be able to carry pieces of me around in the form of my favorite symbol. I don't know if the keys would be to something, because that would take a lot of planning, and I don't want to spend that much time planning my death. Living is more important, obviously.
1. Go To Japan! Also, just travel in general. I really want to get outside of the states and have some cool stories to tell for the rest of my life. I feel sort of sorry for the people who get stuck in the same place for so long for one reason or another. Even if they're happy with it, it's probably just because they don't know any better, which is sort of how I feel. I'll always love Prescott, but there's so much out there I can't imagine spending my whole life here.
2. Be A Parent. This still scares me, but not as much as it used to. I know it'll happen some day because I want it to, and it'll happen when I'm ready. It's silly but I secretly really want twin boys, which is very but not entirely unlikely, since twins run in my family. I'm really afraid of raising a girl, which according to the laws of the universe means I will probably have twin girls instead. Whatever happens, I can't imagine anything more rewarding than raising a family.
3. Kiss The Blarney Stone. I'm Irish, and I can't help but feel like I should do this. For those who don't know, the blarney stone is a block of bluestone built into the battlements of Blarney Castle. You have to have someone hold you upside down, hang on to some handles, and kiss it. It's supposed to give you the "gift of gab" or "skill of flattery." To me it just sounds lucky and a funny thing to do.
4. Have A Steady Career. Not all adults achieve this, especially today. From what I can tell, it's something like having a child too early that gets you stuck in lots of dead end jobs to pay the bills, feed the child, and almost never do anything fun. There are people who can still function beyond this, and that's great, but personally I'd like to be financially stable before I start a family.
5. Write a Book. I've mentioned this more than once, I think. It's not an easy thing to do, but I think I could do it. Taking writing classes has really been helpful, despite not really being credits towards anything specific. I don't regret taking them. I've always loved to write and instead of just writing without a purpose and never getting better I decided to keep learning. I'll still be taking classes of interest when I'm old, I'm sure.
6. Take A Cooking Class. In the next while I don't know if I'll get around to it, but I'd really like to get into cooking. To be honest I'd love to be able to make Mikey his favorite foods when he visits, and although I'm good at following directions I know that's not all it takes to making deliciousness. I'm more interested in foreign foods like Thai and Indian, so I'm hoping there are some specific classes for that kind of thing. Somewhere, someday. Till then I'm just gonna start makin' stuff and hope I get the idea.
7. Be Spontaneously More Crafty. Things like tack balloons full of paint on a wall and throw darts at them. Weird and long but it's something I've seen done in movies that looks so ridiculously fun I want to try it. I'd have to have a place to do this, obviously. But really I just want to be craftier and do crazy spontaneous things like this. Paint more, take a sculpting class, make pottery, jewelry...I've been wanting to make my own gauges recently and I bought some stuff do it, just haven't gotten to it yet. I think I will soon, since I'll have a lot of time very soon.
8. Own My Own Dog(s). I figure I should learn how to take care of my own animal(s) before I decide to take on children, but I've mentioned before how much I want a dog. If I had a place I'd have one already, thought I'd worry about it being alone when I had to work and such. I'd take it with me whenever I could. I would love to have a Corgi or two, or maybe a Shiba Inu (yes it's a Japanese breed, you know me). Really though, I'd settle for any large eared mutt if it was cute enough. I would love to take my furry friends on long road trips and camp trips.
9. Meet A Celebrity (In a Strange Place). Who doesn't want to see someone like Bill Murray walk into the coffee shop they're sitting in? I've always wondered if this ever happened, who would it be? If I do end up traveling as much as I want to I'm sort of hopeful that I might spot someone well known, just to say that I did. More than that though, I'd love to meet them and for whoever they are not to think I'm some freaked out fan, but a normal human being.
10. The last thing I'd want to do before I die, is Arrange a Will and A Non-Traditional Funeral. This sounds silly or normal or whatever, but I think we take this ability for granted. What if we die before we get a say in what happens after? My friends and I talked about this when Cameron died (because his funeral was strange and religious, and we all agreed it wasn't Cameron-like) and told each other what we wanted in hopes we wouldn't forget. Personally, I'd leave my things to the closest people in my life and I'd like to be cremated and have my ashes made into keys, possibly with "Never Forget" etched into the sides, with my birthday and death date. I hate coffins and I hate the idea of being another slowly rotting body in the ground. Gross. I'd much rather my loved ones be able to carry pieces of me around in the form of my favorite symbol. I don't know if the keys would be to something, because that would take a lot of planning, and I don't want to spend that much time planning my death. Living is more important, obviously.
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