Thursday, October 28, 2010

Modeling?

So the other weekend I went and modeled some masks and crowns for my friends store. In no way was it normal, but in many ways was it awesome.

Getting to wear the white mask in the picture above was my highlight. That's for sure. Also popping on the giant velvet cloak was amazing. But those are not even the best parts.

I got paid in cookies!

I know, good price for a model, huh? And I think next up I get to wear a fancy dress and prance all around Shakespeare (the town) in it while pictures are taken! This should be good, and by good, I mean entirely and stupendously awesome.

Aside from that, I'm just modeling my Halloween costume tomorrow. Perhaps I'll pull one f those deep-in-thought poses with an additional far-away-wistful-gaze. Oh yeah, that would work.

Nonetheless, I should sleep and such silliness like that. Well, read, actually! Catching Fire. Amazing book.

Laters.


Thursday, October 21, 2010

Wow.
Never thought I'd admit it, but it does hurt.
You know,
When you get rejected.
But more without them telling you to your face.
I guess...
It always hurts more when it's behind your back.
Especially when you get thinking...
'Hey, this could be fun.'
When deep down in your gut,
You know that you're wrong about it.
Even worse when you get your hopes up.
Now I know not to wait next time.
If there is a next time...
But I doubt that.
I'm done with this shit.

Monday, October 18, 2010

A sad,
Sad,
Sad day.
Good god, what will they come up with next?
Some way to just...
Make all the teasing worse
And worse,
And so, so much worse
Than it could possibly be now.
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But perhaps it is only
Because we refuse to give in?
So perhaps it would just be better if
We simply listened to them?
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No, not at all what we were thinking originally.
Possibly something to consider, but just not now.
Not ready for anything like that yet,
I mean...
Who would want to date anyway?

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The Hunger Games

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.
Welcome to forty-seventh Hunger Games! Gather round one and all to see the events that has graced our lovely capitol for seventy-three years! This year will be like any other, just as exciting but even more than the year before. New tributes from out 12 districts! Now I am pleased to announce the names of your tributes...

Just kidding, I don't know all the names by heart. Only a couple stuck in my mind. Thresh. Cato. Glimmer. Rue. 'Foxface'. And who can forget our heroine, Katniss, who's view we see how this whole "game" unfolds. Not to mention the boy who aids in it, helping her and hurting her. That boy with the bread, Peeta Mellark.

The Hunger Games are actually sport that is televised in The Capitol, and all over the distracts. After pollution destroyed the earth, Panem was created and made to work. With a single rebellion, The Hunger Games bloomed in order to show that it is the heart of Panem, the Capitol, has all the power over the rest.

How I would describe this game is... Just 24 kids between the ages of 12 and 18 go in. Names drawn at random from a box. Twelve districts. Two kinds from each district. One boy, on girl. What they go into is a man-made arena just for the games. An arena designed with cameras at every point to watch as the fight for survival unfolds.

Yes, 24 kids go in, but only one comes out alive.

Weeks are spent with the contestants being forced to kill each other off so that they can live to fear the tale, have their hair turn white from stress or even go crazy.


When Katniss is pitched into the games with Peeta, they have an interesting strategy, no matter how one-sided it is, it works. A lovely little love edge. True or false? Possibly both.

Things happen in the novel to tell you it is both true love and not, but it is all seen as how Katniss sees it and interprets things. Though, to my thankful relief, the whole book is not about love. Actions, fighting, planning, survival and pure instinct keep this book fueled until the end... and there you just find yourself grabbing for the second book: Catching Fire.

Personally, this is one my favourite books I have ever read. Bringing me to tears while on the bus, walking down the street, sitting in science class, eating in the cafeteria and at home in my room. I will read it over, and over, and over again and know it will catch me every single time.

Simply, I love it.

*cough* Book challenge book! *cough*

Now, I should be practicing flute.

Laters.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Could it be?
No, no it really couldn't.
But it's real, I mean...
It has to be.
Perhaps it was just an after thought.
I mean,
The thought never occurred to me before.
...
Now I just feel silly.
It's not like he would like me back
...
Or something like that.
No way,
Not in a million years.
Or
...
Perhaps my friends were right.
Maybe he
...
Does like
Me

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Simply the scariest day of my life.
So people think it's an easy way to go, but let me tell you now: It's not.
Taking a leap from such a small area and going into something far larger in size is horrifying.

In other words, I don't want to do it. People have said I will be fine. People who have gone through the same thing say I will love it. Parents tell me I will adapt. Other parents tell me of the worst that could happen. The support isn't very good, and the comments are only mildly encouraging.

No, I don't want to take a step forward in my life. No, I don't want to grow up. No. No, no, no. I want to stay exactly where I am, and be happy right here. Right where no one can touch me. I'm in my safe house and putting it into lock down so I never have to leave it. Don't you people understand what I'm trying to say? You don't. No one does.

I don't want to go.

To go and walk the short walk of doom down the descending staircase and past the closed doors and constant watching eyes of those surrounding my destination. Even when I'm there, I won't be alone. For there are other just like myself dreading this day, or maybe they're celebrating it. I can only imagine how it would be to feel good about the horror coming.

But there is no escape.
I'm stuck going to high school after all.
This sucks.

Later.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Graceling

Graceling. A book by Kristin Cashore.
What is a graceling? I is someone who has been graced. Say you are graced with cooking, you would be an exceptional cook. Say you are graced with speed, you may be able to run faster than a cheetah. Or suppose you have been graced with the skill of killing.

Meet my new friend Katsa. Ever since the age of eight-years-old when she killed a man, that has become her reputation. Being a niece of the King, she went to live with him and became his "Lady Killer".

Katsa would be sent out on errands by her uncle to deal with people who did not comply with him, pay him or give him what he had demanded. All in all, Katsa did his dirty work, and got her killer reputation from it. Almost no one would dare look into her eyes. Strange thing about those who are graced, their eyes never match in colour.

Things start to change in Katsa's life when she rescues someone from another kingdom. The grandfather of the royal family who live on a far away island. Soon after taking him back to the kingdom where Katsa resides with her uncle, the King, a Prince from the island kingdom visits. Though Prince Po was looking for his grandfather and didn't know he was safe with Katsa, he remained in the castle. Prince Po had a fighting grace and decidedly to stay to train with Katsa.

Soon, their relationship grows, and they set off to find who had kidnapped the grandfather in the first place.

The story progresses into an adventuresome tale as Katsa and Prince Po set off, finding trouble, Kings and Princess Bitterblue. With anther rescue at their hands, Katsa and Prince Po's relationship takes twist and turns, but eventually settles. The question is, does it settle happy, or not?

All in all, I enjoyed the book. It was a big 500 pages, but they flew by quickly while I was caught up in the story. I read it mostly in the car with my ipod glued to my ears. Any break I could take after that, I would read it.

I found it an exciting read, filled with adventure and surprises that you just KNOW are coming. I was gasping and leaping off the sofa to point at the book and say, "I knnnewww it! I KNEW IT!"

But the odd thought kept scratching at the back of my mind. I had kept thinking, through the whole book, that Katsa's name was actually 'Kasta'. Silly me.

So really, I enjoyed it and would suggest it to everyone! It's also a book from my book challenge, which is a bonus on this awesome book. Not too much romance, but I think that's a plus.

And, I just cannot wait to read the book that comes after it!

Laters.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Sick Day--RENT

Alright. I admit it. I'm sick.

No, that is not a good reason to not blog, so I feel I should. Even though I'm still sick, and feeling horrible, and my hair is currently green. I guess it is a reflection of the feeling in my stomach. Fun.

The week was uneventful, but the very, very, very unfortunate thing is... I got the sickness on the day of my last show of RENTRENT is a fantastic musical with upbeat, modern music. It will not have you falling asleep during it. And let me tell you, the music is not easy, and neither are the harmonies. Some points in the music, there will be five scenes going on--at the same time.

In this story, there is no specific bad guy like in most Disney classics. I suppose RENT is not for everyone. There are gay couples, and language that may offend young ears. When Jonathan Larson wrote RENT, he did not intend for the stage to be used realistically. Characters changing to become another character, one object being used to represent another.

I find that the story was confusing when I first watched it, so I had to go over it another time, and things really made sense when my director explained parts to us. When I really understood it, I found I could enjoy the musical far more.

Although I could go and explain the entire show to you, I think I'll just... not. But at one moment it will be having on the verge of tears, then suddenly it will seem like a party. You can't call RENT a tragedy, or romance, or comedy, but it's some of all of them. And personally, I love it.
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Anyway.
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So I was in my RENT workshop/rehearsal thingy for two weeks straight. Getting up at 6am, and getting home around 6pm. Over 9 hours a day. Longer than school! But we put that baby together.
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We had 4 shows, and my sickness came the night after the third one. On the morning of the fourth show, I was up around 4am and pacing around the house. My head hurt, and my stomach was worse. Uhg.
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But, I went on stage anyway. The whole cast was saying I was being "A Little Trooper", which was kind of true. I moved around less on the stage than normal, and fixed where I went so I could sit and lean on things. Otherwise... I would have fallen over for sure.
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But! I had a great costume. Picture it. Black, fluffy, knee-length coat. Bright red pants. Red shoes. A black hat with a red feather. Hell, I looked like a pimp. Ironically (and awesomely) I did do some pimping in-character.
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All in all, I'm pooped after these two weeks, and I need to step up my reading and reviewing.
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Laters.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Piercing, Falling and Laughing

Here we see an ear. Imagine that is now my ear. Not my left ear, but my right ear. Now, you see that funny red thing? It should be grey, but I made it red so it would show better.

That is my new cartilage piercing--that my brother did for me... for a fee. Jerk? I know.

Anyway, my parents were probably against it, but I got it. The jewellery is a 'horseshoe ring' which looks like a horse shoe with little balls on the ends. I'm not only going to tell you this pointless information about my ear, but I will add on the story of what happened. (Even though my mom's gunna be reading this for sure.)

So I get an IM reading:

lemme pierce yur ear cuz im bored

So... I went upstairs because it was my bro who sent me the message. He was laughing, of course, and I grabbed the jewellery he had picked me up earlier in the week.

Now, I trust my bro to hell about this because he has more piercings than I can care to count, and I've seen him give a couple, too. Actually, I saw him give my friends the same piercing I was going to get. They had wanted me to get it when they were there... but thank jeepers they weren't here for it!

After that, my bro set up his normal station while I was just there, sitting on the folded down toilet seat. He asked me the usual: "Mom's not gonna flip when she sees you got this right?" I give the obvious reply: "Psshhhhh, noooooo." And that worked and was true as far as I know. As long as I keep cleaning it, I think she won't mind too much.

So I learned right then that Sea Salt + Water + Ear Spoon = Happy, clean piercing

Right, so I was just sitting there and trying not to stare at the needle that would be going right through my ear. It was like 3 inchs long. Scary stuff. Now, this isn't like a sewing needle, this needle is hollow because it punches right through the cartilage. So I was all like, "Wheeee, this'll be fuuuuun!"

I had no idea how right I was at that thought! Onward with my story, I closed my eyes and my bro put this clamp on my ear to hold it steady. So he was all like, "Whenever you're ready." So of course I was like, "Count it!" so he was like, "1... 47... 94!" and then I was like "GASP"!

I'm kidding, it didn't hurt at all really. Mine didn't really bleed either. So I stood up to check my new piercing in the mirror when the headrush hit me. My brother said it was from my blood pressure dropping which shocked my body.

Spots flooded my vision and I felt odd, I dunno why, but I walked toward the door. So, my brother was talking to me, but my hearing was all weird and ringing and shit, and he was asking me if I was going to puke. I didn't up chuck, but I did turn bone white.

I kinda also... fell over. Like, all my sense of direction and steadyness was gone. I didn't move, the world tilted and I just went with it!

I could just tell my bro was laughing, but he told me I landed directly in the bath tub, so there's a win for me! You know, that headrush just kept getting worse.

It was like when the pressure in your ears changes, and it actually gets painful and it's harder to hear, and when your vision gets all spotty after rubbing your eyes too hard. Now imagine that five or six times worse.

I didn't fall over after that, but just gave up and went back to my seat on the toilet seat cover. I was laughing most of this time because... it was exactly like something I would do, and I felt pretty weird.

It was pretty awesome, but I'm sure I hit my head on the tub beause my head hurt afterward. >_> Luckily, when I fell, I didn't feel a thing.

Note: this was my fist piercing, but I think I handled it better than how my bro handled his first piercing. Jeeze, he started turning blue.

Anyway, until my next stupid thing.

laters.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Crank


Crank, a book by Ellen Hopkins that is one of the thickest books I have ever read. My copy standing at 3.8 cm thick.
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The sum up:
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Kristina is the most perfect daughter anyone could ask for. This high school junior is quiet, works hard in school and never gets into trouble. Until she meets the monster, that is. Crank is the single thing to turn this girls world upside down as her ride along with it turn into a struggle to regain control over her mind, soul--and her life.
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What I say:
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What can I say? I loved the book. From cover to insides and further. This book is written in poetic form and that makes it a quick and easy read.
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I admit I was confused by the style at first but I quickly settled into it. Needless to say, I bought two more of Ellen Hopkins' books just from reading this one. Twisting and turning just how I like my books and almost finishing up, but setting for more.
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I just thought the ending of the book was a little rushed, but it does lead onto the next one, so I will let it slide.
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I seriously can't wait to read the next one, and the one after that, and after that. Did I mention Crank is part of my recent reading challenge?
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Happy reading, Y'all!
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Laters.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Someone Like You

Someone Like You is a book. This book was written by Sarah Dessen.


A sum up:

This book is about Two girls and their lives as friends in another high school year. There is Halley (The book is from her point of view) and her best friend, Scarlett. Ever since the two had met, they had been the best of friends. Halley always more to the quiet side while Scarlett was more outgoing.

During the summer Scarlett acquired a new boyfriend. The mysterious Michael Sherwood. Soon after Sherwood is killed in a motorcycle accident, Scarlett finds herself pregnant with his kid.

Through this book you follow the new hardship in Scarlett's life and in Halley's. What with Halley drifting further from her mother. The Mother who had been closer than any best friend just before the summer. But it all changed. It all changed along with her relationship status. She fell in with Macon Faulkner, a boy with a reputation for trouble.

What I really thought:

Just from reading this book, I can safely say that I will never ever read another Sarah Dessen book.

Sure, my friends told me the book was "a bit confusing at the start" and that it "got better as you went on." As I soon found out, they were very, very wrong on one thing.

I found this book had the perfectly bad ending to a confusing start and a truly awful middle chunk. I don't know what most girls see in Sarah Dessen books, but I'm not looking again. I will not read any other book by her unless forced to.

Why? This book was not a good read. I don't know how it managed to get an award. I don't even know why you would pay $10.00 for this.

The beginning was vague, worded badly, and plain old confusing. The story started to build up and I was hoping for the book to get better. It was starting to until the real "climax" started. Get this:

A girl having her dead boyfriend's baby at prom.

Please explain to me how this is a good ending to a book. Along with all the loose ends that needed to be tied up. What about the mother? What about Scarlett's mom? What happens with Halley and Macon? Every question I had was not answered. As I said before, I will never read another book by this author.

Why, oh why did I read this book? For my book challenge of course! I can mark this off and then toss the book for the nothingness it's worth. Or just return it to my friend.

Laters.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Blood Feud

The book which comes right after Hearts at Stake in Alxyandra Harvey's new vampire series about Solange, her best friend, and her seven older brothers.
After reading the first book, I fell in love with the series. Luckily, I got an advanced copy of Blood Feud which is going to be released into stores in August 2010.
There is a new character introduced in this text. Isabeau St. Croix, a girl who survived through the Terror in France to live with an uncle after her family had died. After that, she went through 200 years buried in a coffin as a vampire, until she was rescued, that is.

This book comes from the view of one of the many Drake brothers, Logan, and Isabeau. Through their views, you can see problems in the Drake family unfold along with a twist of romance between two different vampire kinds. Now with bits told here-and-there from Isabeaus' past and the present, more information is told and seen. Mysteries grow deeper, but the story winds up neatly at the end with a battle that even had me biting my lip.

I really enjoyed this book, and I think the action picked up at the perfect time. I, however, as not very fond of the cover art on the book. But, this book was a great read. I skipped out on watching a movie in class to polish it off.

I say anyone and everyone who thinks vampire novels are good for them should try this one out. The teen dialogue impressed me with how real it is. Pretty great book. Can't wait for the next!

Laters.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

A Little Life Update

Far too much time has passed since I blogged last, so I'll just add this up in a jiffy!

I have been cutting up my Journal slowly, and colouring it more-so. The innards are screaming in fear now, I think. Maybe all books should watch out as I walk by...

In other book news, I am currently indulging in a few good ones.
  • Soul of the Fire by Terry Goodkind
  • Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz
  • Ninth Grade Slays by Heather Brewer
  • New Moon by Stephenie Meyer
  • Someone Like You by Sarah Dessen
  • Blood Feud by Alyxandra Harvey
  • Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith
  • Demon Princess: Reign Check by Michelle Rowen

All good books so far, and I can't wait to get through them so I can review and skip along to the next bundle!

So, that's it for right now.

Laters.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Daemon Hall

One of my all-time favourite books. Daemon Hall by Andrew Nance.

A thrilling read and page flipped. I could barely put it down, no joke. I read through recess. And math. And science. I wish I could have read it through gym too.

With a creepy tale to tell about a Horror Novelist writer Ian Tremblin and five aspiring horror writers. The five teenagers entered a contest by submitting there short stories, which are told by each teen in candle light, and they are all taken with the famous author to a supposedly haunted mansion. Daemon Hall. A mysterious house with murder and insanity in its history.

From the point-of-view from one of the five teens, Wade, the text unfolds with creeps and chills in every chapter. The six people must try and survive the house's twists and turns of horror while telling the ten stories to finish the contest and try to leave the mansion safe and still alive. Is a contest worth dying for?

I must say that this book gives me the slightest creeps. I love it and recommend to anyone who can handle a spooky story. I strongly suggest reading this book alone, in candle light, no sounds in the room, and all in one sitting.

It is not a frightfully long book, so this can be done easily, and I tell you, it pays off. I read it outside on my deck nearing midnight and it gave me the goosebumps all over my arms. I loved it!

This book also happens to be part of the Book Challenge I am currently working on.

Happy reading t'y'all!

Laters.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Shiver

Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater.

A whopping 392 pages.I snagged this book from my friend, Danielle, and I trekked along the adventure this book drew out with anticipation for the end. Close to tears at a time or another, covering my mouth with shock while reading in class, yelled at many times to put my book down and do math, it was great.

This was a teen novel that I read for my recent book challenge. I have been reading up on my vampire fiction, but this was a twist to my plot. A book based on wolves and werewolves.

The female lead as Grace, a 17-year-old girl who was attacked by the pack of wolves at a young age, but was saved by the one who she soon fell in love with. Dearest Sam, our special wolf with yellow eyes, soon reveals himself as a werewolf and spends more-and-more time with Grace. The two of them wind down the twisting and turning road that is there new, complicated relationship.

When trying to avoid the cold weather that would make Sam turn into a wolf, trouble comes with a boy from Grace's school and anger brews in the Wolf pack. Sam and Grace have to sort through this all together, and apart, to be together and live through the shivering cold nights.

I can safely recommend this to any vampire lover, mystery fan, fiction follower or anyone else. I would say to read it in Grade 7 or 8 and even after your teen years are done. I loved it.

Enjoy your reading. I know I did.

Laters.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Wreck More Journal, Second Installment

Another entry about my Journal! Written by the fabulous Keri Smith. The original journal is the clean one on the left. My journal is the one on the right, with the band aids and the hole in it.

I did indeed drill a hole through my journal. Why would I do that? I needed a good way to carry it around!


Another day where I skipped school. So blogging was what I wanted to do today. To update on my Journal.

As you can see, above this text, my book got a Boo-boo. It happened when working on a page. My friends helped me with the page of destruction. In the process, my journal was hurt, thus; a band aid. May my Journal heal quickly.

This one was fun. Plain old fun. To scribble wildly, violently and with reckless abandon. With many pens from my pencil case, and right after a math test, this scribbling was done and done good. Colours ranging from orange to blue to pink, purple and green, light and dark were used. I just wish I could scribble more often.


Rub Dirt Here. Silly, messy and done courtesy of my friend from class. It was a goofy thing to do and I was laughing with delight. A new plan was formed with this page too, my dog, Atreyu (See what he has done), need to have muddy paws so I can put a nice, muddy paw print on the blank part of this page. Would be cute.

Here is a link to another of my blogger friends doing her own Wreck This Journal. This is Marie's most recent post on it, and I have to say I adore what she did to the title page.

Anyway, I should read a book. And wreck some more of one.

Laters.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Hearts At Stake

An absolutely fabulous and thrilling read written by Alyxandra Harvey. Hearts at Stake, the first installment of The Drake Chronicles.

In a loose follow of the classic Snow White story, Solange has been destine to become a vampire queen since birth, the only female vampire to be born in her family, not made. With her best friend, Lucky (Better known as Lucy) and her seven protective older brothers, Solange comes to face crazed vampire suitors, queens, vampire hunters and more. When I was reading this book, I couldn't help but think of the quote 'All we are is dust in the wind' because it ironically relates to the book. Vampires do, after all, turn into dust when they die.

I was so exited to read this book after meeting the author herself and hearing her read the Prologue aloud to those who gathered. I sure was right to be excited for this read. I could hardly put it down. Caught in class numerous times for reading, going to bed late at night so as to finish a chapter. I would call it spellbinding.

I must call this one of my favourite books now, and I shall be waiting for the next book Blood Feud which comes out in June. By that time, I am sure I'll have gotten most, if not all, my friends to read the first book. I would say that all should consider reading the book, especially teens. This book blows Twilight far out of the picture.

This book also contained one thing that just pushed me to read on more-and-more. There was fencing in it. A sport I dearly adore and just love to do! It made the book for me, and I couldn't help but laugh with glee when I noticed that detail. Cheers!

And really, it's not even too romantic to handle!

Later.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Love That Dog

Love
That
Dog
is written by
Sharon Creech.

Young Jack is
a sprouting poet
with a
pencil
piece of paper
a teacher's
help
and
inspiration.
And his dog.
Sky.

Short and sweet
with no more
than needed.
Written neat
with a tale
to tell.
In form
through all
the book.

It brought
tears
to my eyes.

I would recommend
this book--
of poetry
to anyone who
thinks poetry is
a good read.
Even if you
don't like
poetry
I still say to
read it.

Wicked Lovely

Lovely. A delightful read written by Melissa Marr.

With a main character, Aislinn, who is not the outrageous teenager that would be expected, but it simply a girl who is frightened when turning most corners. Why? Simple. She sees faeries. Living by Three rules her entire life, she stays safe from them.

1.Don't ever attract their attention.
2.Don't speak to invisible faeries.
3.Don't stare at invisible faeries.

But the rules quickly change when a very important and dangerous faerie searches out Aislinn to make her his queen. Between her closest friend, Seth, and the Summer King, Keenan, who fancies Aislinn, the story unfolds with great events. With a relatively short read filled with details and story, plot winding before your very eyes, I can safely say Wicked Lovely is an amazing book.

I would recommend this book to anyone with the time to read it and doesn't mind reading fiction now-and-then. I simply can't wait to get started on the sequel to Wicked Lovely.

I hope you all enjoy the book as much as I did.

Later.

Friday, May 7, 2010

In Class

Due to the fact that I am in class and should not be blogging, I feel sincerely obliged to do such. With the choice to play a simple game at a pointless website or do something even less meaningful at another pointless website, I decided, since we do have a substitute teacher, that I shall blog. The only logical thing to do, huh?

Sadly I am typing on a MAC keyboard, thus my rate of words is slower than usual. Within recent news, I have done not much, been reading for my book challenge, arguing with the teachers and greatly causing a fuss. 

Onto my next point.

School. 

The thing that you spend the youthful part of your life doing. What comes of it? Learned knowledge. Sure, you can read, you can spell, but when they start to teach you sigh language in FRENCH I draw the line. Across that line you have now stepped to see that it is pure idiocy.

Onward and forward with my rant I shall rag on the new thing that has been shown to me. Being scared out of anything to do with drug and or the horrifying topic of sex. Gross. Who wants to have it anyway? You shouldn't be scaring us out of having it them bluntly tell us, I quote, "I am scaring you out of it so that you will not do it."

Now something that just happened and brought a brief smile to my face. The substitute teacher walked right up behind me and went to skim my little post I am writing. She asked what I was doing. I told her, "I'm blogging." She asked in response, "why?" So, again, I told her, "I haven't blogged for a while, and you told me to do something on the computer, thus; I do." She accepted it and walked away. I laughed.

So, with asking of name, mentioning of back-talking and a pat on the shoulder, things came to a close end of  the class time before track and field then shall come. Yes, gym class is coming present with the all hated and dreaded running the track. Along with running long jump and getting sand in my shoes. 

I feel I have nothing to talk of currently, so why not talk about what is happening? Again, I was asked what I was doing and why I wrote just what happened, with another simple explanation of this being my blog and, well, partially about me, I replied to her. Simple, huh? With plans for tonight of my all loved and adored "Book cult" with close friends of mine. I shall tell more of the "Book cult" soon. 

For now, I should get going and, well, return to doing nothing.

Laters.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Wreck More Journal

This is my book. Plain and simple, I love it, nothing else need be said in this case. You can only look with the eye to see what has really been done to it, I could try to describe my book but that would not do it justice in the slightest way, no, not at all. So, here, I give you a picture... of my book. And let me add, I have wrecked this journal. The journal you see on the left is the one I gave to my friend for her birthday soon after I bought it and took this picture. Now, the journal on the right would be mine. You are asking yourself right now if that is a real hole in it, right? It is. I decided my journal was too hard to carry around, so my dad and myself drilled a hole in it. On one page it does say, after all, "cut through multiple layers"... I hope I didn't take it too literally.
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There are others things I have done to this simple journal that I received on my birthday as a gift from my mom and... destroyed within a few days. As you might be able to see right here, there are band aids on the cover of my journal, they also move to the back of it due to the... let's call it an "injuries" which my journal has come to be involved in. It was quite fun though, I mus admit. My friends and myself were tossing my journal around during school, throwing across the classroom, chucking at the brick walls and throwing it high up into the air and trying to catch it, you know, being kids. It was really fun, but it did result in my journal's back cover and pages ripping off, thus come the band aids. Dora and Hello Kitty ones mainly.
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On the back of the book is one of my favourite instructions of the whole things. "Tape this journal closed. Mail it to yourself." How fantastic is that? I would simply love to see the look on the mailman's face when he saw that. His eyes would be a bit wider than usual and his head would be at this different angle. It would be great.
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However, I hope this book will last me a while, which, well, it is because... I haven't even got a lot of pages done, I am trying though, filling it in slowly and steadily, wrecking it bit-by-little-bit. Everything must be done destructively and creatively. So, it's fun.
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Later.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Book Babble

Hey,

I know this will happen to us all every once in a while, but you freak out at a book and say something like, "No. No, you can not do that. No, they will not die. No! This can't be right! I don't accept this at all!" And then you put the book down and give it dirty looks. Sometimes you even complain to the book, make faces at it or other, evil things when you do not enjoy the part. I, in knowing of how people react to books, do this all the time. Crying in class is a common one for me, grinning, smiling, laughing, snickering and the works of emotion.

What brought about my thought on the matter was my Mom. She reads, she quilts, she does everything, even stops a book while listening to the reading of it and complains to me about how the main character can not die. I'm just a kid, and, yeah, she says it to me. I understand what she means though, you can't kill a main character off when the book isn't even close to ending. Well, unless it's Catching Fire or The Hunger Games, those books have to kill off people. Well, kids... Anyway.

My Mom was chatting on-and-on about this one girl in her book who was supposedly going to die, but it turned out that she didn't die! How did we even guess that might be the outcome? Books are just twisting and turn in every direction, messing with you and sucking you in. Isn't it awesome?

Laters!

Friday, April 23, 2010

Fang


Around the beginning of Fang I was all like, "ROTFLOL!" Then in the middle of the book I was all like, "OMFG!" Then at the end of the book... I was all like, *DEADPAN*.

Fang, the most recent installment of the Maximum Ride book series. With the flock building up over the past few books we come to meet the six winged children. Max, Iggy and Fang, being the oldest. Nudge being next, then Gasman and Angel. In this book the flock has expended with the talking dog, Total who has his own pair of wings and love interest, Akila. There is also Max's mom, and Jeb, the scientist who raised the six kids in the flock.

Now, in this one, more trouble happens when Max goes to save the world, one person at a time. With trying to save people in Chad Africa, meeting Dylan (the newest, teen, hunky, eye-candy, winged kid), The seeming kind Dr. Hans Gunther-Hagen, Fang and Angel's new feelings and fleeing, and a crazy trip to Las Vegas, the flock has to deal with all sorts of new things that are wild and dangerous.

Like the rest of the books in the series, I was very fond of this one, especially the newest character. A sweet, hunky teen who could possibly be described as the single hottest guy on earth. (Why must all the good ones be fictional?) And his name is Dylan. The heart-throb came now into the flocks life, created just for Max to become an item with, but, Mac still loves Fang.

So, I thought this was a good book, really sucked me into it, had me crying, again, like usual. But the ending, OHHHHHH the ending. A cliff hanger brought on by one of my favourite characters ever! They just went up and-- Oh, wait, I shouldn't ruin it for you.

Really, you should read the series sometime, it is excellent. Check it out at http://www.max-dan-wiz.com/

Enjoy, I know I did.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Shredder

This is the thing that has come into my household, took a dump on my Guitar Hero Guitar, left a brown gift on the carpet in my room, slobbered everywhere, ripped up some of my favourite things, driven me to the edge of insanity and back again... This is Atreyu. My dog.


No more words can be used to describe him exactly, he is a ball of fur, whining and horrible annoyance. You could call him a dog. You could name him to be a faithful companion. You could address him as a great change to our house and lives. You could just as easily call him the most annoying pet to have ever lived. Yet we love him, still. I don't get it either.
Now, this is what he has done.

See the scene of horror that was my desk, my lovely, organized, untouched which I am avoiding the use of it until cleaning and fixing of my poor, loved, broken tea cup. It was innocent, and pink.
I thought the Caution Tape ironically appropriate for that which happened. This was indeed a scene of crime.



The dog also targeted my door, the very door that leads into my room.

I, personally, love my door and the decoraions on it, but I do have to admit, this just added a certain look I liked to it. The Caution Tape on my door was ripped roughly around where there is the door knob. My Dad went to rip it off and throw it out, but I was like, "No! Leave it." So, yeah.


That's what happened.

Later.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Pepsi+Coca Cola+2 Computers+Kellie+YouTube

An update on the regular life and such would be what I did today. I did nothing really special. Well, not special to you, but awesome for me. I got to finally see my close friend, Kellie. It has been far too long since I last saw her, New Years. But, New Years was a whole different story. (One that includes pulling an all-nighter and Ghetto Mario games)

This time I arrived at Kellie's house to her complaining about the cold air, and not too later after I compared my head to air as, "my head is about as airy as the oxygen in the air." So, of course, Kellie responded with, "there is oxygen in the air?" At that point, I burst out laughing.

Now, I had brought 'Smart Cookies' which were ironically named because Kellie couldn't fit hers into the glass, so could not dunk it in her milk. Where as I had already broke my cookie and had therefor drained my glass of milk and demolished the poor cookie. Did I mention the cookies were on sticks? That was awesome. (My mom bought them earlier that day)

So with our cookies finished, we played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3... and let the ride go flying off the rails into the sky, ponds, and pavement. It was all around amusing and had us laughing until we were breathless. Then it was onto making Sims on her version and creating a very nice Bio for one of them. It was based around having a very complicated relationship with her Boyfriend.

Now, as I write, Kellie is tuning her guitar, which is odd because there is no sixth string on it. Before such events, we were listening to YouTube songs and videos, making random comments and laughing a lot. I mean a lot.

Kellie's laptop then just decided to... die on her while she was having a serious conversation about badgers, and it shut off because of her crappy music. (Plus her crappy guitar playing) So then it was up to me to find the crappy song and play it on the other computer. Here is the song -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thZyWBnsDdA Very random, I know.

Next to happen, of course, involved the 2L bottle of Coca Cola. Kellie couldn't open it no matter how hard she tried, so I grabbed it, opened it. She asked if I was going to pour the Coke for her, too. So, obviously, I did that next. Her expression was priceless, but then we burst out laughing, once again. But we did not spill the Coke.

Afterward came the snapping contest between Kellie and myself while listening to Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. Obviously Kellie won. I am horrible at snapping, couldn't do it to save my own hat.

Now to end this ever-so-long-and-ever-so-excruciatingly-long Blog Post.

What the... How the... Screw it.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Read, Remember, Recommend For Teens

My mom recently aquired a new book, Read, Remember, Recommend which is the adult form of the book, I too, just got. Mine is titled Read, Remember, Recommend For Teens. I've been going through and checking off all the books from the lists that I own, want to read, and have read.



This is the book I got --->
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It is red, I like that colour. Well, looks pink in the picture, but is infact red. I also noticed that I have seen Twilight, the vampire book sweeping across teen reading lists everywhere, is all over the lists in this book.
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There are three little check boxes in the book for each title. Own,as in you own the book; Recommended, as in you recommend other people should read it; To read, to show you are reading, want to read or have read the book; want, as in you want to have the book, get it, or buy it.
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Now, for Twilight, I could only check off the 'own' and 'to read' collums. I have read it, but will not recommend it to anyone. Ever. I shall explain that in a later post when I get into reviewing books.
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But, back on topic, this book has a contest to go along with it. And get this, it's all about reading. How easy could it get?! Well, you just sign up, read as many book in a year and blog about them, and you could win some cool prizes. So, yeah, I'm signing up currently, and I think my mom did already. I can't wait to start reading the books. blogging and checking them off!
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This, would be my sign-up post, incase you're curious as to what the nature of it is.
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Here is the site where I signed up:
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http://www.bibliobabe.com/?p=987
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My mom is going to teach me some cool coding thing how to make that look better later >.> As of now I shall read on and post!
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That's all for now, and if you have good recommendations for books, just leave me a post at the bottom of this!

Married at 14


This--is my wife and I. We got engaged a while back during November of 2009, we got married not too long after. People have asked me if I really do 'turn that way' but honestly, got no clue. You see, love is a silly, little thing that I have no appreciation for yet. My wife is my wife. An inside joke that I should share on how it happened.
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That's her blog! Yeah, that one. I couldn't figure out it was at first, but then I payed actual attention to it. Blanking out on my part. Great.
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Anyway, she reads the same books as me, dresses a bit like me, and we can talk on-and-on for a while. So one day when she was telling me about some book, I got down on one knee and grasped her hand and asked her, out of the blue, if she would marry me. She graciously enough said yes. It was a wonderful day in my life, I finally have a wife. (Which will keep away those guys who are all like, "Hey, wanna go out?" "Nope, I have a wife." A great bonus.)
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We both have rings, an engagement one and a wedding one. We've gone to the movies together a few times, which I don't find awkward at all. The first time was on a Sunday, I think, and the mall was empty afterward. With an empty mall, her an myself, and her i-pod, we strutted around the mall, i-pod on full blast while we sung to the song. It was that one "I wanna hippopotamus for Christmas!" So much fun. I'm not sure if anything can compare to it.
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Now, the picture above is a bit old, from when we were in a musical mash-up together. Since then she got new streaks in her hair, and I chopped all of mine off, but that's for another story.
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So, enjoy your day and may you find the true meaning to life.

Dangerous Doors

Simply lovely. Absolutely terrific. Wonderfully awesome. I don't even believe myself at times when these things happen.

A door walked into me. I didn't walk into it.

No, really, I'm not kidding. I was just coming in from outside time at my school (Let's just call it HickTown Public) and the craziest, but not unexpected, thing happened. I was walking through the hall and the gym door comes swinging open and nails me right in the face, my glasses went flying off along with my hat.

The kid who shoved the door open was like, "Oh, I'm sorry, oh, are you okay? You alright?" So I just picked up my hat and continued down the hall, trying to get the taste of blood out of my mouth. (I had bitten my tongue, not pleasant in the least) I went to the bathroom to asses damage that had been done, my forehead was the main target that time. My nose had been spared, at least for now.

All was good and fine, went back to class to eat, you know, the usual, all the girls asking, "OMG! Are you, like, okay?! Like, that was, like... a really LOUD noise! Like, it, like, sounded like it would have, like, hurt!" So I just told them it was fine, the noise was quieter than the pain, yadda yadda.

But the thing that got me down about this was when I texted my mom to come and get me (Never let an excuse like this slip through your fingers when you have the chance to leave early). She arrived with Atreyu (My dog, shall blog of him soon with picture) and was in the office while Trey (What we call my dog most times) scarffed down all the treats Mrs.Sour (Secratery) had in there. Cheers for Trey!

Those two were talking, mom and Mrs.Sour, and they said, "Oh, you don't need to go home, you just need ice for that." Basically, my plan of going home was gone, I ignored the ice and sat there, finishing a math test for the rest of the day. Jolly good fun.

Anyway, enjoy your day, that's all I have to rant about on this matter.