At the beginning of this month, I attempted to read Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen) when my mother handed me that damn Agatha Christi mystery, The Mysterious Affair at Style. Of course, two weeks go by before I finished it and then wanted to continue on Sense and Sensibility. Sadly, my sister handed me the funny novel Lamb (Christopher Moore) to read while she was studying for finals and all the little High School things. A week goes by and I was halfway through the novel before me and my sister went out together and bought a few books. I offered to by her a book. She picked The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton). She really, really, really wanted me to read it. I did, that night. I finished it in four hours. Then, I went back to lamb and finished that. (Everyone should read Lamb. If you're religious, it's not insulting at all. He did a WONDERFUL job at putting everything together, making it funny, heartfelt and et cetera. Really, I enjoyed it. Loved and adored it.)
PHEW.
I'm now on War of the Worlds (H.G. Wells). I'll wait on Sense and Sensibility.
I just wanted to say something else, too. I e-mailed this independent magazine a couple of my stories (Red Car, Black Cars and The Pirate's Dream). Of course, they were turned down, I knew they would be. Neither of the stories are really for that type of magazine. I told this girl that and she pressed me to turn in both stories. I was right. Then I realized that she might have just told me to put the stories in because she would like to see me fail, hahahaha. No, really. I write about ten times better than her, so who knows?
Then I saw the magazine, its first issue and realized that I was happy my stuff wasn't published. It looked very childish to me.
Maybe I'm just snobby?
I hope so.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
♪: kim carnes - bette davis eyes
I want to become a buddhist. I've thought about it for a year now and yeah, haha. I really think I want to be, but I need a meditation center. Don't worry, I will never be a monk or shave my head. In Lexington KY they have a center and I'm thinking about, once I go to WKU, get my grades up, I'll transfer to there. Hmmm.
Hopefully.
The song I'm listening to. I used to hate it. My aunt would play it at work with her little stereo. Then it got stuck in my head for a few days. Now, I love it.
What's a song you hate running in your head?
Me.
It's the band-aid commercial with the kids.
I do love having Rick Astley's song 'Never Gonna Give You Up.' I can sing it all around the house. That thrills me. My mom loathes the song. Whenever I'm in the kitchen, cleaning, I'll sing it and all of the sudden I'll hear, "Heather, shut up!!"
Hahahahahahaha.
Hopefully.
The song I'm listening to. I used to hate it. My aunt would play it at work with her little stereo. Then it got stuck in my head for a few days. Now, I love it.
What's a song you hate running in your head?
Me.
It's the band-aid commercial with the kids.
I do love having Rick Astley's song 'Never Gonna Give You Up.' I can sing it all around the house. That thrills me. My mom loathes the song. Whenever I'm in the kitchen, cleaning, I'll sing it and all of the sudden I'll hear, "Heather, shut up!!"
Hahahahahahaha.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
♪: simple minds - don't you (forget about me)
After the 80s post last time, I had to watch The Breakfast Club. I still love that movie, ugh.
THIS MONTH, 26 fucking days of this month, I have killed at least SEVEN spiders. Six of them had to be relatives. I think there was a little nest of them somewhere outside of our house and whenever I let in Molly, or come inside, they crawl in thinking they're sneaky. They're no Charlotte's Web, c'mon. Three of them, two relatives, one friend of the family, had been in my room, different days of course. AND THEY'RE HARD TO KILL ON RUGS. I hate killing anything to begin with. I hate when I am forced to kill something. If it's poisonous I have to since, well, they're in my room and could bite me as I sleep. Survival of the fittest.
I'm always fixing to cry when I stand over it. And one refused to die, which made me cry, haha. Twitching like that and everything. Reminds me of the time I went to get Molly fresh water out of her food bowl and there was a dead field mouse. I did a little scream and started to tear. I am so weak when it comes to animals, ugh, haha. I felt so bad. I didn't kill it, neither did my dog, but still, I felt horrible. Stupid neighbor and never, ever having someone come over and mow that acre long field that screams for mice, snakes and weird fucking insects invade it. There's even two old buildings that probably had cows or horses in it at one time still there. I bet tons of mice have their little nests in there. I wouldn't dare to step foot in there, nope.
Don't get me wrong, I do save bugs and such things all the time. Whenever I let my dog out in the morning, I make sure to scare of the rabbits in our yard (she'll get them and bite their heads off. No joke, she has done it). OR, catch a moth in a cup and send it on its way outside. I used to bury dead mice outside when I was younger, haha... When I was young enough to know better than to touch a mouse - they're diseased.
I remember one time I woke up to my sister slamming what sounded like a shoe in the bathroom. It started on one end and ended up on the other. It stopped, then it began again from the end it stopped at to the middle of the bathroom. It was funny listening to it. Later on, when I was laughing about it, she said, "It was sad, Heather! It just wouldn't die, kept twitching, ugh!"
Finish the dinky scarf for my cat, Princess, the other day:
I couldn't get a picture because, as I found out earlier, HE HATES CLOTHING.
Muahaahaha.
Toodaloo.
THIS MONTH, 26 fucking days of this month, I have killed at least SEVEN spiders. Six of them had to be relatives. I think there was a little nest of them somewhere outside of our house and whenever I let in Molly, or come inside, they crawl in thinking they're sneaky. They're no Charlotte's Web, c'mon. Three of them, two relatives, one friend of the family, had been in my room, different days of course. AND THEY'RE HARD TO KILL ON RUGS. I hate killing anything to begin with. I hate when I am forced to kill something. If it's poisonous I have to since, well, they're in my room and could bite me as I sleep. Survival of the fittest.
I'm always fixing to cry when I stand over it. And one refused to die, which made me cry, haha. Twitching like that and everything. Reminds me of the time I went to get Molly fresh water out of her food bowl and there was a dead field mouse. I did a little scream and started to tear. I am so weak when it comes to animals, ugh, haha. I felt so bad. I didn't kill it, neither did my dog, but still, I felt horrible. Stupid neighbor and never, ever having someone come over and mow that acre long field that screams for mice, snakes and weird fucking insects invade it. There's even two old buildings that probably had cows or horses in it at one time still there. I bet tons of mice have their little nests in there. I wouldn't dare to step foot in there, nope.
Don't get me wrong, I do save bugs and such things all the time. Whenever I let my dog out in the morning, I make sure to scare of the rabbits in our yard (she'll get them and bite their heads off. No joke, she has done it). OR, catch a moth in a cup and send it on its way outside. I used to bury dead mice outside when I was younger, haha... When I was young enough to know better than to touch a mouse - they're diseased.
I remember one time I woke up to my sister slamming what sounded like a shoe in the bathroom. It started on one end and ended up on the other. It stopped, then it began again from the end it stopped at to the middle of the bathroom. It was funny listening to it. Later on, when I was laughing about it, she said, "It was sad, Heather! It just wouldn't die, kept twitching, ugh!"
Finish the dinky scarf for my cat, Princess, the other day:
I couldn't get a picture because, as I found out earlier, HE HATES CLOTHING.
Muahaahaha.
Toodaloo.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
♪: kenny loggins - footloose
I love the 80s. I don't know if any of you have noticed. I often tell strangers, family, friends that I need to be born in 1965. Then, I would be 15 when the 80s hit and would be old enough for most of the movies, then be plenty old enough to go to concerts. I would be old enough to relate to everything.
Ack, I love the teased hair, clothes that aren't supposed to match and the dance moves (no, not only footloose).
Only one problem with the equation though... I would be an adult in the 90s. I hate the 90s. It's an ugly decade permanently marked on the universe's time. Heroine sheik? Bleck. I do like, however, a lot of the music from the 90s.
Good Things from the 80s
- Loudness (Japanese Rock band, one of the first)
- X Japan (A Japanese style of what heavy metal should not look like, hahaha...)
- Anne Rice's 'The Vampire Lestat.'
- Teased Hair
- Axel Rose
- Kurt Russel's bulging muscles in any movie he's ever in. Even when he's in the arctic, he finds a reason to be shirtless.
- CDs
- The glasses where you can attach a sunglass lens to your regular glasses. Every time I see one, I chuckle.
- Michael Jackson
- Nicholas Cage
- The Valley Girls ('Gag me with a spoon!')
- David Bowie
- Labyrinth
- Movies with Molly Ringwald
- Beauty and the Beast TV series. (Not that it was good, it most definitely wasn't, just hilarious to watch. omg.)
- Woody Allen
- Rap
- Serious entertainment value.
I have more, since I love the decade so, but I'll stop.
I thought of this subject while sitting on my bed, knitting while 80s music videos played on VH1 classic, haha.
ps - usually, when the 'footloose' song comes on, I do the dance. you know, head bent, feet popping out one a a time. My mom usually looks at me shakes her head.
other times, whenever I'm in the mood, i'll step in front of my mother and do the vanessa huxtable dance from the beginning to The Cosby Show. from this beginning.
Ack, I love the teased hair, clothes that aren't supposed to match and the dance moves (no, not only footloose).
Only one problem with the equation though... I would be an adult in the 90s. I hate the 90s. It's an ugly decade permanently marked on the universe's time. Heroine sheik? Bleck. I do like, however, a lot of the music from the 90s.
Good Things from the 80s
- Loudness (Japanese Rock band, one of the first)
- X Japan (A Japanese style of what heavy metal should not look like, hahaha...)
- Anne Rice's 'The Vampire Lestat.'
- Teased Hair
- Axel Rose
- Kurt Russel's bulging muscles in any movie he's ever in. Even when he's in the arctic, he finds a reason to be shirtless.
- CDs
- The glasses where you can attach a sunglass lens to your regular glasses. Every time I see one, I chuckle.
- Michael Jackson
- Nicholas Cage
- The Valley Girls ('Gag me with a spoon!')
- David Bowie
- Labyrinth
- Movies with Molly Ringwald
- Beauty and the Beast TV series. (Not that it was good, it most definitely wasn't, just hilarious to watch. omg.)
- Woody Allen
- Rap
- Serious entertainment value.
I have more, since I love the decade so, but I'll stop.
I thought of this subject while sitting on my bed, knitting while 80s music videos played on VH1 classic, haha.
ps - usually, when the 'footloose' song comes on, I do the dance. you know, head bent, feet popping out one a a time. My mom usually looks at me shakes her head.
other times, whenever I'm in the mood, i'll step in front of my mother and do the vanessa huxtable dance from the beginning to The Cosby Show. from this beginning.
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