Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Really, Steph? Another One?

I thought it was over. I thought I wouldn't have to be tortured again. But no. Oh, no. The world just had to test the limits of my sanity yet again. 'Cause she just had to write another one. And not just any other one. That would've been bad enough. Nope. She wrote a novella. A novella. Of all things. I mean, who even publishes those anymore?

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Lovestruck Musings

Have you ever had that moment, where you meet that someone, and all you can think about is kissing them? Caressing the sensual pout of their slick, tart lips? Brushing against the drumbeat of their pulse, as your own ragged pants, humid with longing, mingle with their sweet breath, coaxed still more by the intoxicating fragrance that belongs to them alone?

I have...

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

An Epiphany Of Sorts

Bet you're wondering why this is up there, huh? Well, allow me to elaborate.

Okay, so today my mom shoved this ginormous stack of brochures in my unsuspecting hands. And not just any brochures. No, these were college brochures. And that's when it hit me - I'm going to be going off to university soon. I'll be leaving behind everything I've ever known, everything I've ever loved, for some strange place I've never really been. And, right now, I'm not even sure I'm going to like it out all that much. Is that weird? For me to spend all of this time preparing for something I'm not even sure I want?

Other than that, life's been pretty good. I guess. Cut out my hopeless infatuation with a sweet, adorable would-be homo, who remains oblivious to my affections, no matter what I do, and I'm all set!  
Translation: he still doesn't have a freaking clue.

On top of that, I still have yet to finish my English project. I thought things were supposed to get better after freshman year, not worse. Apparently not.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Okay, Okay...I'm Obsessed


Isn't that gorgeous? Sigh... I love wolves - in case you couldn't tell. They're just so indubitably beautiful, so graceful, almost ethereal. The way they move, the way they look at you, their pale eyes, xanthous in color, so expressive, and yet so intense, unwavering in this aura of trepidation, the frenzy, the fever, the ferment of existence, the blitzkrieg of nature, embalmed in the vociferous ruckus of kinaesthesia...

Whoa. Dude. I need to get out more often.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Could Someone Pass The Tissues, Please?

Well, today my dad had to work, so my mom and I decided to have a Girls' Night Out. Okay, so it was more of a Girls' Day Out, but I'm not complaining. I had fun - as you shall soon see.

To start off our feminine express, we went over to the mall. Not necessarily my favorite place in the world, but I got to go to Borders, so all was well with the world. Especially since I got a new book! Okay, laugh. But I've been on Book Withdrawal for the last few days, and, believe me, it's not exactly my idea of high living. 

Anyways, we had to rush out early, but, surprisingly enough, it was all worth it. We hopped in the car, and then we were off. Off to the theater.Upon entry, we purchased our tickets and hurried off to Opening 7, Coke in hand, popcorn in mouth. Guess which one we went to see?

Wow! How'd ya know?

But anywho, here's the book...


Seventeen year-old Veronica “Ronnie” Miller’s life was turned upside-down when her parents divorced and her father moved from New York City to Wilmington, North Carolina. Three years later, she remains angry and alienated from her parents, especially her father… until her mother decides it would be in everyone’s best interest if she spent the summer in Wilmington with him. Ronnie’s father, a former concert pianist and teacher, is living a quiet life in the beach town, immersed in creating a work of art that will become the centerpiece of a local church. The tale that unfolds is an unforgettable story about love in its myriad forms – first love, the love between parents and children – that demonstrates, as only a Nicholas Sparks novel can, the many ways that deeply felt relationships can break our hearts… and heal them.

Honestly, I wasn't exactly thrilled when we first walked in. Nicholas Sparks usually isn't my style. It's not that he isn't a good writer. Most of the time, he can spin a pretty good yarn.It's just that, customarily, I don't really get into his stuff all that much. Maybe it's because most of his characters are so much older than me, so I can't really relate to them as well. Either that, or it's gotten to the point where I know what's going to happen next. Every single time. It's like some sort of unspoken rule. Or, more fittingly, some closemouthed curse. Nevertheless, this particular movie actually managed to hold my attention. What a concept! Sorry. I guess I have to start acting at least somewhat normal now - that way you won't turn tail and run.

Well, in case you were wondering, the general jest of the story consists of the following: girl steals from store, girl gets in trouble at store, girl gets sent to estranged father for the summer, Little Brother tags along, while Mom plans her fairy tale wedding to Prince Charming and eagerly anticipates her brand-new, fluffy bow-shrouded life. Problems ensue. Said girl - a.k.a. Ronnie - meets the Official Dreamboat of the South.  As romance simmers in the sweltering Georgia heat, Ronnie and Dreamboat Willy bond over their mutual love of Tolstoy, mud fights, and innocent, unsuspecting sea turtle eggs. Oh, and their prejudice against bandit-faced raccoons.

In short, it was actually pretty good. It was really sad, though. So, like I said, be generous with the tissues.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Check This Out!

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The Wind Comes Sweeping
by Marcia Preston

Marik Youngblood left her father's Oklahoma ranch—and the child she gave up for adoption—intent on becoming an artist instead of a rancher. Her father's death brings her back to a failing cattle operation, a pile of debt and a haunting need to find the child she left behind. Leasing out the land for wind towers solves one problem but creates another—the hostility of her neighbors, Burt and Lena Gurdman.

Lena Gurdman may be poor and uneducated, with a husband who's quick to blame her for any perceived wrong, but she knows she and Marik have more in common than the property line between them. When the bones of an infant are uncovered on Killdeer Ridge Ranch, both Marik and Lena are left with questions about secrets they thought were buried long ago.


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