♪: meatloaf - i'll do anything for love, but i won't do that

Holy shit, it's been a week since I've last updated. I was so caught up in doing nothing, I just pushed it off. Yes, this week has been a whole lot of nothing. So now I sit with my Winnie The Pooh mug (filled with tea) and write, honestly, about nothing.

Not even five minutes ago I finished The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. Very clever book. When I was about 7-9-years-old, I wanted to be a horror writer, or a mystery writer. Now, reading Agatha Christi, I just can't believe I'll be ever as good as her. She's awesome. I'm just good at writing stories with drama and more drama (coughphase7cough). Anyway. Fantastic book. I new the ending before it happened because it just seemed obvious. For two reasons (if I state the two reasons, it'll be a spoiler to the virgins of the book). The way she wrote it, however, is so vastly different from any of her other novels it threw me off for a bit, but it fit very well and I'm proud.

I've finished SIX books this month:
RL Stevenson - Treasure Island
Agatha Christi - Murder on the Orient Express
Agatha Christi - Murder of Roger Ackroyd
Neil Gaiman - Coraline (which isn't bad for a children's book)
David Jack Bell - The Condemned
S.G. Browne - Breathers
This proves I don't have much of a life.

SIMs, again, has taken over my life. I practically played it all day yesterday. Two of my SIMS were Vampires and none of the cheats would help to cure them, so I had to go into the help center. Yeah, I discovered that you get the matchmaker to come to your SIM house and you buy a Vampire potion from her. It took me two hours. Stupid. But it was hilarious.
A SIM as a Vampire makes me just, happy. They walk by and put their hands in their position to 'spook' then say, "Bleh!" I love saying it.
To scare my sister one time, before I found our SIM-Vampires go BLEH, I stood by the bathroom door, waiting for the water to turn off. Then, as it went silent, I raised my voice, "BLEH!" I heard her jump, something dropped and she opened the door.
"HEATHER!"
"Muahahahahaha."
It's hell to live with me, I swear.

I honestly spent NINE hours in town. Basically doing nothing. Well, I went to Book Gallery to see if they had a cheap copy of Confessions of a Dangerous Mind by Chuck Barris. They did, except, to my extreme horror, it was on the clearance table. This is a store that already has cheap books, and when they're marked down cheaper, they customers go haywire and disheveled all the books down the table, regardless of price signs. For twenty-minutes I searched for that book. Went around the long table three times in all three different price ranges. Finally, depressed I couldn't find it on my own, ask the man in charge if he could tell me what price the book would be under now so I could search the appropriate table (which I should have done in the first place, bleh). It wasn't there. In reality, I was searching for a book which had been probably sold-out to begin with.
FUCK LIFE.
I swear.
Half an hour of my life wasted.

Did you know it takes my friend, Casey, two hours to do everything to herself (primp, polish and prime) to go out to society. Figured that out the hard way. Sat in Barnes-and-Noble for two hours.

BLEHHHH.

♪: the all-american rejects - gives you hell

My life has been a whole lot of nothing since the book festival on the eighteenth (in case you haven't noticed by my boring entries).

BUT, OH, WHAT'S THIS? I have discovered a new author. He's only published one rom-zom-com (a.k.a., romantic zombie comedy). S.G. Browne has written probably one of my favourite books for the year. Not like I'm going to bow in his presence, but this man is so fucking awesome, I cannot explain in words. Breathers is so hilarious. Well, it's a book dedicated to zombies, the main character being one himself, and dark humour. If you like that sort of thing, I beg of you to read it, haha.
I went to his website and in his favourite links there's Chuck Palahniuk and Christopher Moore. Not only that, but there's a media player that's playing Re: Your Brains by Jonathan Coulton. Regardless to say, his writing style is like if Chuck and Christopher had a literary child. Yeah. Except, he uses less dialogue than that of Palahniuk and Moore. WAY LESS. As if a bonus, Jonathan Coulton donated the essence of his comedy.
Anyway, the book was awesome. At first, I thought the ending was going to be one of those fucking gay endings where everything is goo-goo-ga-ga. I was about to hate the book, but the ending was more than pleasant. I'm working on some haikus to send him in an e-mail. (If you read the book, you'll understand.)

I have also read The Condemned by David Jack Bell. You can tell it's his first novel, but wasn't really that bad. He has another novel coming out in August, so I'm sure I'll be reading that if it's interesting. The only reason I ever bought the first one was for the zombies, haha.

On the phone last night with Pedro, we had the conversation below. Hell, I thought it was funny. I laughed well enough where Pedro had to stop talking for a second to let me stop laughing:
Me - Oh, I would have chose Phoenix. I just don't like Spring Break.
Pedro - *says something I can't remember*
Me - Why? Because I'm not a sexually active girl who likes getting drunk?
Pedro - Oh no, I think we all know your choice of poison.
Me - I quit!
Pedro - Yeah, stop lying. It's a break.
Me - *chuckles* April 1st is when I quit, thank you. Since me and Emily....
Pedro - Are you so bored you have to make up stuff to do?
Hahahahahhahahaahah, still gets me smiling, really.
I just think that, when he moves down here again, he wants to do the dirty deed with me, again... Which I won't. I refuse until I go to college and get a job.. Then I'm all up in it almost in a simultaneous way.

Mmmm.
Phil Collins just shuffled on.
BILLY, DON'T YOU LOSE MY NUMBERRR.... 'CAUSE YOU'RE NOT ANYWHERE THAT I CAN FIND YOU...

Have any of you heard of Foxy Shazam? A month or so ago, Casey texted me, 'Do you like Foxy Shazam?'
Of course, never, ever hearing that name I assumed she was drunk and I never answered back, hahaha.
Anyway, the other day when me, Susanna and Casey had lunch, I mentioned I thought she was drunk when she texted me that... So, I went home, checked them and they're pretty rad. Check 'em.

ps - I finished Treasure Island by R.L. Stevenson, FINALLY. Every time I wanted to finish it, something came up. But, I did, and haha. I LOVED the ending line. PIECES OF EIGHT. The other day, coming out of the shower, with my mirror fogged, I drew a little sail boat and Long John Silver, haha. On the other side of them, is a bread-sack stuffed with treasure. Then, I made a little dot for a parrot screeching, "PIECES OF EIGHT, PIECES OF EIGHT..." and in a little quote stemming from Mr Silver, "Yo-ho and a bottle of rum!"
Yes, I do have a large mirror.

♪: harold and maude

I have to say, Harold and Maude is probably my number one movie right now.

♪: meatloaf - paradise by the dashboard lights

I know I've posted twice in one day, but it's been a busy day!
First the book festival, and now a play I went to with Susanna and Jessica (both old friends in high school... not really old.. SHUT UP).

That play was fucking hilarious. No, not meant to be funny, but in an off, awkward way.
During the little 'turn off lights and rearrange furniture moment,' the guy in front of us turned to Susanna and said, "It's dark." And then just turned back around in his chair. Hahahahahaha.

Afterwards, we all felt a rumbly in our tummy and so we chose Steak-n-Shake to eat. One of the workers totally came and talked to Jessica about all her tattoos. We had a conversation for about ten minutes, he was funny. THEN, the people from the play (two of the five/six(?) sisters and the mother - Bernarda) and sat in the booth right beside us! I really wanted to tell the girl who played Bernarda she was reallyyy good, but then the other two came and I felt intimidated :(