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It's a wordpress blog, so it's a bit different than blogger.

I'm keeping this up momentarily, until I can transfer my good posts to that blog.

happy blogging!

I love you to the moon and back.

Well I don't care too much for anniversaries, but the firsts ones are always important. I also love crafting for almost any occasion.

I decided to make his gifts only, except for the picture frame obvs, and it turned out really well.

I made a homemade card. I always thought those were better than any in the store.

I made him a journal of our "firsts" along with other things, like quotes, movie stubs, and pictures that he thought I deleted (mainly embarassing photos of him). Not only will he enjoy it, it was fun for me to make as well.

However, the main event, was the mason jar full of surprises that I thought of on the way to work on Monday.

A jar full of little things, like "I'll buy dinner" and things like that. I also put that he is a butt sometimes. And other phrases.

Once I finished that, I used transfer letters and transferred a phrase (I love you to the moon and

back) on the jar. It was tedious and took some time, but scotch tape is a big help.

Then, I did the same thing, on the top, with minimal instructions. 

I also took some ribbon I had lying around and tied it around the jar. I figure he can use it to put his spare change in once he's done with the surprises. 

I think the best thing is that these gifts give you the freedom to pretty much do what you want. 

I am totally satisfied with the results. I would post them on my other blog for everyone to see, but he follows me on those, so that probably wouldn't be ideal. I'll have to wait until Monday, when he gets to see them.

I  generally hate all things cheesy, but these were really fun to make, and the fact that I didn't have to go on pinterest or whatever to create these really gave me some hope on my crafting future.

If you have any other cool ideas, let me know; I love crafting, especially if it's for others.

Incendiary

"People must of taken pity because I scraped together a fiver. I spent it on a Happy Meal for my boy and an extra large Fanta and we sat at a table in the corner of McDonald's. My boy was sulking and I couldn't blame him Osama I mean no boy should have to see his mum on the cadge like that. He wouldn't touch his Happy Meal and in the end I had to eat it for him."

I don't know why but that part really opened the character for me. A woman going insane upon the wreckage of herself, and the death of her family.

I'm terribly obsessed with this book.

Back to Black.

Current inspiration for the upcoming purgatory stage between summer and fall (class time ick), with a mood to match.

happiness.

I believe that this is something that everyone deserves, no matter what you have done or said in your life. For the past year, that's what I've found. Someone who make me happy in every which way, even when he's being an annoying little dick.

I try my best to be discreet about it, because no one wants to be the girl who is just obsessed with her boyfriend (cough cough almost everyone I know who is in a relationship). To be honest though, I'm not obsessed. We have a good understanding of things, and we are both too busy getting our lives on track to be obsessed with each other.

This month might be the only month where I get to see him more than two days a week, and actually it's just two days, and an evening. He's quiet here, and he even helps clean. He stays out of everyone's way. But, because it's a Monday, my roommates don't approve. They make him feel unwelcome. It's actually a pile of bullshit because I've dealt with them and their boyfriends for a while. They may not stay the night all the time, but it's because they live 5-10 minutes away. It's frustrating because they don't understand, and they just think I'm hopelessly in love, because I'm the one who has the shortest relationship so far in the house. Sorry I didn't meet my boyfriend my junior year of high school, and sorry I didn't meet my love in a retail store fairy tale. Everyone has their own time, and this is mine. They will never understand.

I also wish they would tell me whats up instead of posting passive aggressive tweets, or saying passive aggressive comments to my face. That just upsets me more. For example when you tweet that you forever wish you live alone, after I walked downstairs, I will like, comment, and RT that shit, because sorry I walked down and opened a couple doors. Ridiculous.

One even accidentally mention that they liked when I was alone, single, always home. No, sorry I am not going to sulk in my misery while being alone just so you can be happy. I'm sick of always doing what makes other's happy all the damn time. I try my best to be the best roommate/friend and I am just supposed to be there on call for them, while they are in love and hopeless and happy? I am so happy that they are happy, really. Everyone deserves it. But, I don't think someone's unhappiness should contribute to that.

I DESERVE TO BE HAPPY. I AM DONE PUTTING MYSELF LAST.

I am in love with my room. I am i love with my house. My roommates, eh. I think it's time to move on soon.

21.

I've finally reached the infamous 21. I was surrounded by people all day who basically wanted me to ditch my responsibilities and go get drunk. Not my style, but thanks. I did have a drink at dinner, but I drank it kinda quick, and I wasn't about to go down that road, so that was it. Lame, I know, but I worked all morning, and finals are next week. I can go crazy next weekend.

I am so grateful for all the people in my life. I got gift cards, eileen's cookies, headphones, and a record player. My roommates may drive me insane, but they really are the best roommates ever, overall. It's a Crosley, so it will probably destroy my records in the long run. So, all my rare finds will only played a couple times. I can't wait to finish my room, and build up my vinyl collection.

I went to the Museum of Osteology this weekend, for a bio project. It was in the middle of nowhere, but it was interesting, and I got lil something from the gift shop. I also went to Half Priced Books, for comic book day, and I found a Shakespeare collection, while my boy got a free comic book.

We also saw Iron Man 3, and for those who don't know the story, it's pretty awesome. For those who know the story of Iron Man, the first half was amazing, while the second half was shit, due to the "plot twist". But enough of that.

Here are my birthday weekend finds.

1. Bon Iver, Explosions int he Sky, Of Monsters and Men vinyl

2. Black leather journal

3. Hubler , Shakespeare collection

4. Skull bracelet, from museum

I am really pleased with my finds. I'm hoping that after finals, I can go thrifting/garage sale-ing for some cool things for my room. 

Happy Finals Week!

April obsessions.

This is my busiest month of the semester, with all my projects, tests, etc. coming upon me this month. I have at least 2 tests and 2 quizzes each week, not including all the papers. For all of you that haven't quite made it to college, here's my advice to you: Don't slack off in the beginning, because in the end, you will have to catch up and taking 19 hours per semester for 2 years isn't the bees knees.

But, one thing that keeps me partially sane is usually shopping, blogging, and music. Since I am extremely broke, and saving for my Hong Kong trip (which I will be blogging everyday for), I decided that music was my next best option. I have currently blocked UO.com, society6, and tobi.com.
I will open those up again in the beginning of May, when my birthday comes :)

So, here are my current music obsessions.

The 20/20 Experience//Justin Timberlake:I have loved JT since I was little, obviously, because which 90s kid didn't. But, I was never too happy with any of his albums. I always liked a few, but not all. This album however, exceeded all expectations. I never listen to radio music, but I occasionally will turn it on in hopes of his songs being on there. But then I caved and bought the album, so that solved that problem.
Favorite Song: Mirrors. This song is catchy, and it is very sweet. After watching the video, I wanted to die. First off, it's dedicated to his grandparents. Also the passing of the ring was my favorite part. It's so precious, and obviously referring to his marriage with Jessica Biel. They are just so in love and precious, it makes me want to die.

Era Extraña//Neon Indian: I remember that I had vaguely heard of them in the past, and I recognized some of their songs. However, after seeing them live at Lollapalooza (which I just remembered I never finished posting those. The photos are just lost in my computer that's why) I fell in love with them. First off, they are nice guys who just love to perform.   I remember how sad they were that their performance got cut short because of the rain. Since I've been weeping over the fact that I can't go, I started listening to this album again, and it is just so good.

Favorite Song: Polish Girl. The song makes me so happy, and it makes me want to have impromptu dance parties in my room. I love  listening to it anywhere, and it instantly puts me in a better mood, and it makes me think of Lolla. They have a little different sound to them, which I like.

My Head is An Animal//Of Monsters and Men: I saw them at Lollapalooza too, and they have that indie, but happy feel to them. I was slightly displeased when Little Talks made it to the radio, because then the little hipster want to be's appear, and I don't like dealing with them. However, their music is too good, and definitely going to be one of the first vinyls I buy (When I get a turntable one of these days).

Favorite Song: Little Talks. It's really hard for me, because I love all the songs on this album, but the video for Little Talks makes me love that song even more. The whole video is giant mindfuck. I mean for starters the director's name is WeWereMonkeys. C'mon now. Also the realistically paper cut out of the band was too cool for me. It basically shows them going on a trippy adventure. But when was the last time you saw an interesting music video that wasn't just singing, dance moves, and overly sexualized individuals?

So, with that being said, my current obsession is music, music videos, and making .gif sets of each video. If you want to see those, you can refer back to my tumblr. Just leave a comment with yours, and I will follow you, and you can follow back if you think that's cool. (I'm not really shamelessly promoting here right? I mean none of you, except 1 person knows who I am.) 

Oh, I'm also loving how music videos are finally coming back. By that, I mean non-crappy ones.

March wants.

1.

2.

3.

1. A ticket stub diary to hold my precious memories, instead of them being scattered all over my room.

2. Everything in this photo, but it is only advertising the rack. 2 months and sweet tunes will be flying out of my room.

3. A minimalist poster of Star Wars, because the decorating of my room is on it's way to being full fledge. 

(The first two are from UO.com and the third is from society6.com)

Moving forward.

Yesterday I had the pleasure of being surrounded by people I didn't know at a "party" event for someone who hates his birthday. I was also surrrounded by girls who even though they were little and annoying,  could easily kick my ass because they are enlisted in the army. I only liked a few of the people there, and just sat in the corner and observed and watched people. I didn't drink, because 

1. I don't know these people.

2. Not really into keystone (the people were like 18-19 but the straight edge - this is my first party- type.)

3. I was eating cookie cake.

4. I was driving, so duh, I'm not drinking.

Even though it was kind of awkward, a little boring, and a little weird, I got to meet some people, and observed others. It was a good night. Now, I need to focus hardcore on school, because I refuse to fail round 2 of my tests. I am going to do well meaning an A or a B on all four of my midterms so I can reward myself with more etsy finds and a stitchfix. I've been meaning to schedule one, but money is tight these days. I'm also very pleased that I have been able to wear shorts with tights for three days now, with not wearing my big ugly coat. 

In the midst of school, work, etc. I find myself letting things go easier. A little, because I'm a Taurus, and that part will never leave me, but I'm not mad at my roommate for pointless things she did to annoy me a while ago. I've moved on.

Princess of China.

At work, there has been this song playing constantly, and it gets in my head so easily. Upon further investigation, I realized it was Princess of China by Coldplay and Rihanna. I watched the music video, and was confused, a little creeped out, and a little offended.

Okay, princess warrior of China, that's cool. Having no asians what so ever in the video, eh not so much. Also for being a princess of China, Rihanna totes is combining japanese, korean, and hinduism culture, with traces of chinese culture. I'm also confused as to what the whole video is even about. Kinda ruins the song for me, especially since I'm not really a Coldplay or Rihanna fan in the first place. But anyways.

I've been researching Crowley turntables, and Audio Technica models as well. I want one. I'll go halfsies with my best friend's boyfriend for her birthday, but I want one for myself too. That's the problem with gifts. I always give away what I want. But maybe for my birthday, someone will get one for me too? or go halfsies? That's just been on my mind lately.

I've also found a (good) recipe blog, and I can't wait to try some out. My life has been tasting a little lack luster. I mean you can only go so far with Cheerios and hummus, and guac.

I'm also annoyed with people and their respected significant others. I mean, does it not get boring to see them everyday? I mean, save that for marriage. Now, enjoy the moment. If you constantly see your S/O all the time, you're bound to lose friends, and annoy people in the process. Balance is key people, balance is key. I'm only annoyed because my car is rendered undriveable until the night, since my stupidy has struck again, I haven't gotten my tag for my car registered. It's been exactly a month from yesterday. Le sigh. I'll get it fixed tomorrow, if I don't get snowed in somewhere. Anyways, so I haven't left my boyfriend's apartment since we are being cautious, and because his brother sees his girlfriend literally 9 hours a day. In a row. Every. Day. It's just a little irritating. Last time I got snowed in, I discovered some music, and started imagining if I was a chinese princess warrior, and how bad ass I would be.

Thus bringing us full circle.

(relax)

Here are some things from UO that I am going to buy because I just really feel the need for retail therapy. It's just been that long period of time, where If I don't buy clothes, I'm going to snap. I also bought a moto jacket too, but these are the things I'm excited about. Yay for President's Day sales and free shipping. One thing I hate is how easy it is to buy on their website, I don't have to enter my card info or anything. This can go bad if someone got my info, but it's highly unlikely because I make my passwords so cryptic and ridiculous anyways.

I realized that I need to let go of my stresses once in a while. Its like when you hold a glass of water. It's not heavy, unless you have Spongebob arms, but the longer you hold something, it makes your arm tired, and it just feels heavy. I feel the same way about stress. The longer I dwell on it, stay up late thinking about it, it just gets worse and worse. I realized that today when I was writing down my weekly to-do list. So I stopped, bought some peace tea, and I'm going to drink it to the point where I'm going to have to leave class to pee. But anyway, the feeling of not being stressed is fantastic. Although I have lots to do, I feel confident I will finish it all in a timely manner. If not, then life moves on, and I doubt I will remember that I forgot to write an article review 20 years from now anyways.

Studious.

I'm feeling quite studious. I haven't done anything school related except sit in class for about a week. My mind is turning into mush. I need to think. I need to challenge myself. It's one of the reasons why I like learning. So this weekend I will be playing catch up and get back on track.

I can't wait for this month to be over so the prototype of my little project can be revealed. I'm still unsure if I want to post it here, since I want my anonymity to remain. I don't think my face will be on it, but I know some of my friends, my workplace, and some of my family will be. Maybe next month it will contain none of the above. I've already skipped a few days of this month, but as I've explained, it's a prototype. In all seriousness, I'm just testing out this app I bought. It's just a month long process.

My challenge for all of you today is to really use your brain today. Explore the depths and see just how brilliant you really are.

Kindness.

Today, was my first day of "kindness" This is really my way of controlling my self so that the people around me won't get butthurt. And to teach a few individuals a lesson. I also realized that in order to make people that I would like to be happy, I need to be happy. I need to stop being angry at everyone for every thing. Today has only been day one, but it has been quite the challenge.

1. I went to work an hour earlier, so that I could take my roommate/"best friend's" boyfriend to work with me. I would feel awful that he would have to wake up two hours before hand, and bike to work in the wet, cold atmosphere. So I sacrificed an hour since he has sacrificed many before.

2. The said biker-co-worker-best-friend's-boyfriend also was being forced, by his girlfriend, to go to an event at my university, which is mainly aimed toward females, but males were welcome. I agreed that he wouldn't like it, and frankly, I don't know if I would too. But I agreed to take his place, to spare him, and his view on the main subject.

3. As much as I despise the Hallmark holiday coming up, I decided I would play along and partake, only because my boyfriend really wants to. So, I bought lip stain, agreed to paint my nails another color besides black, and made him a gift. Even if we don't go anywhere this weekend, I know he will be smitten and happy, and that's all that matters.

4. I went to church for the first time in forever, and noticed that they changed the prayers. Oops. It's really been that long. I went so my mother can be at peace with me, and that's always a must. I really listened, and agreed with every word I heard. Someone asked me today what I would give up for Lent. I told them, like the past few years before, nothing. I do something each year to make me a better person as a whole. Last year, was keeping my room, primarily my floor, clean. I am now a cleaner person, but my room still needs a little work. It's a work in progress. This year, I need to stop being hateful. The person who asked me gave me this look, like, "you're cheating." But how can you judge my faith and practices, when you can't relate? I then proceeded to tell her that Lent isn't about giving up sweets, Facebook, etc. It's about repenting, and becoming a better person. If you give up sweets, soda, whatever (which I have done), you always go back. Always. Lent is just another excuse for people to make a goal that they don't achieve. 40 days is nothing. If you make a habit of something to make yourself a better person, then you have fulfilled my definition of Lent. I don't force it on anyone, but that's what I believe. She tried to agree with me, but in her head I know she thinks it's super lame. Then I proceeded to tell her that I only became hateful because of her, and she denied it. Some day people will be able to handle the cold hard truth. She also found out that even if her Facebook is deactivated, I can still block her. She used to only reactivate it to laugh at how "gay" my boyfriend and I are. This made me upset, because we dont' do anything on Facebook, he is just a cheeseball sometimes and I just like his posts for his sanity. We work together tomorrow, so God so help me with my patience and my sassy mouth.

5. We had to take an online test today for one of my classes. I haven't taken/submitted mine yet, but I helped my other roommate with hers, since she misses classes a lot, just because. She frustrated me to no end, but I stayed patient with her through the end. Longest hour and 15 minutes of my life. But I know it made her happy nevertheless.

And so, I will kill all my haters with kindness, and continue on my journey to find my inner peace. It's about time I start to think about myself first, instead of being at the feet of others, waiting for my next command. I call my first official day a success, considering the broiling thoughts that were going on in my head.

And so the book fell in love with the reader.

Can you imagine if there was a book that in the end, the main character fell in love with the reader?

It's just a thought I had (I'm not the only person with the thought but I was thinking about it today). There could be two completely stories made, one for a male, and the other female. The whole book would progress, and like every other good book, the reader will start to fall in love with the character, something sad or tragic will happen, and the feels will start to expose themselves. I just think it would be something awesome, for a few reasons.

1. It makes the reader want to read the book again, or whatever.

2. It would be an amazing plot twist that wouldn't be revealed until you read the book.

3. Since beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the main character would not be described in the book, only spoken of, through first person. This could give the reader the freedom to imagine what they think would be best fitting for the character, and it would be different than anyone else.

I mean, can you even imagine? What if?

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And as I looked around me, I noticed that it was all gone. Everything. I had completed my journey, but at what cost? I look up at the sky and see rain drops fall, blurring everything around me, it had been the same sky as it has always been, but it was different, with the glooming clouds wandering over me. It was then I had realized why my journey had ended the way it did.

"There are no more chapters. You said it yourself - we are getting so close, and that was some time ago."

You begin to ask me something. Inside, you're wondering what is happening, right now, in this moment. Can it even be possible? I had been asking myself the same thing too, but I think I always knew.

"Don't ask me how I know, because I don't really know either. But this is how it's supposed to end right? Soon, I'll snowball further down and down, until I hit the back cover. But you always knew that."

I felt the need to sit down, and I sit on the pine oak bench under the tree, with it's fall leaves blooming. Was that there before? I can't remember. Soon it starts to snow, but I hear thunder rolling, and muffled noises. It wasn't regular thunder, it's you. What are you trying to say to me? You sound sad, confused, and conflicted. 

"I'm so sorry. I really am. I had no idea what was going to happen. This has never happened to me before. I'm not really sure what happens when you close the book. Do I stay here, under this tree? Forever? I look up for answers, and snow starts falling, along with the salted rain, but it's not cold where I am, and I'm not getting wet. I just see my world crumple and blur, from your tears. I re think everything, from page one. All the signs had been clear to me now. Then it hits me. The solution.

"That's it. You can go back. If you restart the book, I'll be okay, and so will everyone else. I won't be forced to stay here, on this last page, in the purgatory of the spine and the back cover. The words won't change, I won't change. I can see you all over again, and you can see me."

After some time, the thunder stops, I look at the glooming clouds, and they start to clear up. I take a few steps back, and see you. For the very first time. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I want to tell you that everything is okay. You seem to know that too, since I see you smile, and for a brief moment, I could imagine what it's like to hold your hand for the very first time. 

"It's okay, you can do it. It's for the best."

And so, for the first time, since my journey has ended, yours has begun. You have to be the hero, and close the book. This way, we can both keep going. I can hear your voice, more clearly than ever, as I wait in the darkness. 

"I'll come back" you say. That was all I needed to hear.

The end.

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Wouldn't that be so creepy yet cool? I mean I'm not a writer, so that is probably crap. I'm just tired, and I needed something to do. It's probably a lame idea, but I think it would be interesting.

Inner peace.

I'm trying this new thing, where I am trying to be a "nicer" person, and find my inner peace, so that I can find a balance in being happy with myself, and with others. I seem to expect so much out of everyone, my family, co-workers, friends, boyfriend, and yes, even my pets. It's not healthy. I come up with scheming plans when I'm driving, because I just think everyone is stupid. But then I realized, it was me the whole time.

I would get so angry and upset for no reason, and it would follow me for a week. Now, I can peacefully live each day. I've decided that I will talk to no one at work, unless it is work related, important, and only if they speak to me first. I only like about 5 people who work there, and I don't really work with them that often. So far, it's worked, because I don't find myself annoyed with them so much, as I just see them as droning bots doing the same thing I'm doing there: surviving for that paycheck.

I feel like I'm having a quarter life crisis, if you will. I want to change everything. My hair, my clothes, my habits, my everything. I am coming to terms that I am graduating soon, I have to start my internships soon, and that I'm not completely ready. I miss those naive days, where I had one job, and one job only - go to school. I had the same routine everyday. I didn't have to plan things out. I also won't know what to do for graduate school. I'm thinking way ahead, since I'm only a month in my 6th semester in college. I know I am having a crisis, since I know my "family", friends, boyfriend, and even co-workers have been tolerable to amazing lately. I just can't put my finger on what it is, because I find myself wanting to go outside, and scream my lungs out, like everything in my world is falling apart, when it's not. I'm less stressed money wise, since I've become accustomed to the poor life, and I'm caught up in school, even thought my test grades aren't too hot. I still find myself wishing I could sleep for days, and not caring what I would miss.


So, I've started doing things that used to make me happy.

Writing. Drawing. Reading. Playing/listening to music. shopping. Drinking tea.

Needless to say, it has helped. I've become more positive over time, and more grateful for everything that has happened to me thus far. Everything happens for a reason. I may not know the reason as to why my first two months of this year have been quite rough for me, but I know that in the future, these events will somehow prepare me for a bigger event in the future.

I think that finding my inner peace and staying positive is phase one in my "become a kinder person - but keep my sarcasm" adventure.

Phase 2 is to become active, by doing yoga, and exercises, so that I can actually get hired by a law enforcement agency of my choice one day.

collarb-ones.

You know that feeling that it's too good to be true? I had that recently. After my tests, I had the free time to eat lunch with some friends, read a book, and not do homework for 3 days straight. I was caught up. A whole weekend not doing anything school related? Too good to be true. It was going to be the best weekend ever. I had plans to go on an adventure. Alas, I did go on one, but it had quite the plot twist in between.

When I get to my boyfriend's place, his little brother from his "home" town two hours away is there, for the weekend. He's alright, but that means spending the weekend entertaining him. So, once his other brother picks up his girlfriend, we can leave. We were going to go to the zoo, but it was misting and rainy, so we didn't. It was all going well. Then I drove to this fantastic burger place, and we all ate. Except now my mind has drifted, because mother nature gifted me her wondrous gifts 10 days early, and I was a little more than surprised. So the whole time, I'm just praying to every higher power that I can make it.

After an awkward trip to Wal-mart, mainly because this woman is straight up bawling in the middle of the women's care products/deodorant aisle, because something of hers was stolen, I start to feel better. We hang out, and watch tv for a while, and while I'm online stalking his brother's girlfriend (which was totally easy, since her twitter and tumblr are her name.), my brother texts me that my dad has been in a car wreck. I was worried, but I have mixed feelings about him, so I called my stepmom to ask if everything's okay. I don't ever talk with her, and I don't quite understand her accent, but I hear my little sisters' name. That's when my heart sank. I zoned out on the rest after that, but did manage to hear that my baby brother is okay.

After wasting gas driving on the highway and back, because my dad was being sketchy, frustrating, etc. I hear that my sisters are in the children's hospital. I had to drive my boyfriend's brothers and this girl everywhere, since my car holds more than three, and so forth. So I get convinced that everything will be okay and to enjoy this movie.

Okay side note: Identity Thief is not a good movie. It had some funny parts, and the whole theater was cracking their shit up, but I didn't see the appeal. The preview made it look hilarious, but that was about it. I was disappointed, but that could also be the fact I had other things on my mind.

So, I stay the night, and I am prepared to leave and drive back home, which is 30-45 minutes away, even if it is raining. I was so frustrated that when we were alone, I just sat and cried for an hour. Let it be known, I don't cry on the regular, and the last time I did was when I got a GLOB of freaking shampoo in my eye. That was so painful, I thought I was going to be straight up blind afterwards. Anyways, I wasn't crying because I had wasted gas, or that I was tired, or because I felt like my uterus was committing suicide, or that my sister's were hit. It was because my dad frustrates the living hell out of me. I can't get over the fact that he makes everything so difficult. I wish I knew what was going on in his head. It completely ruined my day, and I felt bad, because I know he had this great relaxing-no-homework-weekend-extravaganza planned, since this week, I work extra, because of the "holiday" coming up, and I have test and shit next week.

After like 3 hours of sleep, I get a phone call, and as expected as I'm about to leave, I get notified that I can stay. Also he calls me to drive 30-45 min to get my brother, who is 16 and well and able, to buy them food. Excuse me. He can buy his own food. This is not an emergency, I do not need to be there. Waste of my time. Then he slips out that my 6 year old sister has ribs that are fractured and slightly crushing her lungs, and my other sister has a broken shoulder blade. Fantastic. I was up all night being dramatic and imagining myself at their funeral. I wanted to go and see them so badly, but oh guess what I don't know what hospital they are at because no one will freaking tell me.

This is why I live life independently, and depend on only myself.

So we take my car to take his brother back home, and the most interesting two hour ride ensues. Thankfully, I didn't have to pay to fill up my tank, and I was eternally grateful to find someone, who after everything that's happened thus far, has not told me I'm absolutely nuts, and left. He keeps me stable, and does whatever to make me happy. But anyways.

Later, my brother texts me and tells me that my sister's collarbone, not shoulder blade is broken. This made me mad, because that is more common, and I wouldn't have been so worried, also because is it so hard to tell the truth these days? This is why I have trust issues people, because the people I'm supposed to trust the most are the people I trust the least.

So tomorrow, I will embark on another adventure, where I will be hospital calling/hopping. I really feel for my sisters, because now they have to be treated like babies again, and because they are in pain. I just want to see them, and just tell them that everything will be okay, because I know that they look up to me and what not.

Another thing, I want to see the face of the drunk ass driver who did this. I see no point in holding a grudge, but I want to know. I want to see the person who put two little girls in a hospital, who was stupid enough to get shit faced at 6 pm. I just want to know, so that I can have peace with myself. Maybe he has a rough life, so he was drinking. I don't know, and I can't judge that. But I remember why I hate drunk drivers, and get so upset when my friends do it. I can't even explain what I felt when I found out it was a drunk driver. He is currently in jail, and I need to do some online searching so I can see that mugshot.

Never in my life have I had the "pleasure" of feeling sad/worried/upset/furiated/loved/hungry/in pain at the same time. Let me tell you folks, it's not even close to a rollercoaster. It's the equivalent of when those kids at Taco Bell take their cup and put all the sodas/juices/teas/etc. in their cup and drink it. A feel of disgust from the watcher, and a slight happiness from the drinker, until the after taste sets in. I really didn't know how else to compare that.

Happy Monday.

Crave.

I recently hung up this huge poster that was given to me months ago, and for some reason, I really love how they made it. The font, the photo, the color contrast, everything. I also bought some file folder things, and other organizational things at Target and put about 30% of my life together. Fun times.

I've been a little upset these past few days because I'm pretty sure my best friend doesn't want to be my best friend anymore. This has never happened to me, so it's kind of blowing my mind. She says she does, but then doesn't speak to me, ignores me, and literally says "we don't hang out. Guess you're just my roommate now." She laughs afterwards, but it annoys me. I would rather her tell me straight up instead of holding me by this little string. That's what she does, she gets what she wants, and likes to have control over people. Once I figured her out, that's when she started to dislike me. This is just some new version of control. But I keep telling her I'm not dealing with it anymore, so she needs to make an executive decision. Le sigh, anyways.

For the past few months, I've lost my appetite. I don't know what it is, but I was never really hungry, just thirsty. I don't like going to the doctor's so I just avoided that completely. But now, I am craving everything. Nachos, Chinese food, real Chinese food, Domino's flat crust pizza, ice cream, spaghetti, ANYTHING my mother cooks, soup, sandwiches, smoothies, fruits, cheese, anything. Too bad I'm too broke to fulfill all my cravings. 

Another thing I'm craving, is traveling. I want to go places. Anywhere, just as long as I can escape my reality for a while. When I went to Chicago this past summer, I didn't have to worry about school, homework, and best of all, work. I completely enjoyed myself for 5 days. Luckily/unluckily, my phone service wasn't too great there either, so I really didn't have contact with anyone except for a few people, and my mother, of course. She called me at 10:30 on the dot, as if she knew I was at a music festival, and that's when it ended... So weird. Anyways, I want to go to my grandparent's this summer. I want to go and shop, see my cousin that I've never met, except through skype, and EAT all the glorious food that city has to offer. I also want to go to Disney, with my "best friend" to see my other best friend who is interning there. I mean, free VIP passes, why would I say no? And lastly, I want to go to Dallas, or Austin with my boyfriend, because even though it's been over a year, he is still terribly homesick. His hometown with all his friends are too far away, but maybe I can convince them to meet us halfway? He actually hates it here, but he didn't really enjoy his life there either, except his friends. ( I suspect the crazy ex's he mentions.) But anyways, I just want to go to shop, but if I had just said that, that would make me selfish.

Bitter.

As expected, my friend is turning crazier, and bitter. She finally ended this relationship thing she had that she had been freaking out about.

"Do you consider us a couple?"
"yes?"
"oh."

long story short, everyone thought they were a couple but her, and she was too scared to ask about it. So they ended. Now she's in her place, alone, with no roommates, and no long distance boyfriend. So, she's constantly "ugh"-ing about him to me, and so forth. So I constantly ask her, "Do you want to be with him? If you do, then do it." She just goes "ugh, no."

THEN DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM. DON'T REPLY TO HIM.

Then she goes on about how she's alone, and going to be alone, and how she wants someone now, and how she needs to go on okcupid, and now now now now.

alright homegirl. Let's get a few things straight.

• YOU ended it with HIM.
• YOU are 20 years old, not 50, in a big city. You are going to find someone, be fucking patient.
• Your desperate attitude is NOT cute.
• Rebounds don't help ANYONE in the end, you fucking horndog.
• I am thousands of miles away, I don't know what you want me to do about it.

All this, was expected.

Then, the second part of my prophecy comes true. The bitterness.

Yes, that is my boyfriend you heard in the background. He is playing a video game or something, while I am doing homework. No we are not being "cute" we are literally doing our own thing, just in the same place. So that gives  you no reason to "fucking hate us". When I insult him on facebook, it is not foreplay, it is me telling him to think before he types. We are not horndogs. I see him 1.5 days a week. I'm sorry if you suddenly think it's "fucking annoying" just because you're not "with" someone. It's really hard for me to tell someone off, since I get angry really easily, and I stay angry for a long ass time. (A Taurus trait I'm not too fond of.)

It's rarely possible for someone to be truly happy for me these days, since almost everyone I know is a selfish bitch.

Spring time

I don't want to jinx it, but spring weather has seemed to finally start to arrive. I couldn't be happier. I sip my sweet leaf mint and honey tea while reading my book on Charles Manson, and somewhat study for my Spanish test tomorrow. I'm at work, and even though I would rather be outside like everyone else, the quiet peacefulness that is around me right now is pure gold.

I can't wait to wear shorts, buy new spring clothes/shoes, and drive with my window down, and not wear winter clothes. I also can't wait to get some sun on my legs because they are just straight up white right now. There's nothing wrong with that, but when my arms and face are slightly tan, the off balance really irks me.

I have test and such coming up, and I've decided that Every time I do well, I will reward myself with something in my cart on Etsy. I will forever wish to be as creative or devoted to put stuff up on etsy. I want to be able to sell things, not really for money, but because I get super excited when I buy something from etsy, and I would want someone else to have that same feeling when they buy something from me. That's a side project I plan on starting this year, at least put the thought together.

In other news, they are making a FiOS movie, and it basically means a feels fest for me. I will only watch that movie once. Just like Perks of being a wallflower. Also Silver Linings Playbook is pure brilliance and everyone should watch it. Jennifer Lawrence is so great, and I wish I was her in the movie, not really the crazy/Bradley loving part, but her being. She acted so well, and the diner scene was my fave.

Oh, and my 14 punk rock feels came back to me yesterday since Fall Out Boy is now off hiatus, and released a song, video, and your dates. Um excuse me, how did they do all that with NO ONE noticing? Like really. The song was lackluster, like their last few albums, and the video was wierd because it featured 2chainz but he didnt rap or anything he was just setting precious FOB things on fire. But anyways, the fan girl inside of me found its way out of me for a hot minute.

Cheers to being stable school wise, financially, and socially.

Kind souls.

Tomorrow I have to work for someone at work because she has strep. Lovely. I usually enjoy my Thursday afternoons off, by doing homework, getting ahead, and taking a long, nice shower. But, I can't be selfish, and I need the money, so I can pay off this car. (And buy books.)

I know it will be worth it next payday, when I have 35 hours on it, as opposed to 15, but they don't even pay me that much higher than minimum wage, and their checks have been bouncing off the walls lately, so I'm kind of indifferent. Usually, I'm a very hard worker. I still am, but I've slacked. I bring homework, and my kindle, and I just do my thing. I stop about an hour and half before closing, so I can actually do my shit, but I like to feel like I'm somewhat rebellious.

I'm actually really excited for this weekend, because I get to sleep in on a Saturday. A WEEKEND! I mean, I work the next day, which blows, but eh. I'm going to soak up as much time as I can enjoying this blissful weekend. I'm going to get a lot done, and I'm going to have a good time.

I've been told lately that I'm not so kind, when it comes down to it. Let's be honest, the girl who told me isn't an angel either, and she probably is my bad influence. And telling my boyfriend no isn't mean, it's keeping him in line. I would really enjoy it if people would stop comparing me and my boyfriend to their relationship, but it is what it is. So, I'm trying to be kinder. When someone in class says a stupid comment, I laugh to myself, write it down for later references, and that's it. I don't wonder what his or her everyday life is and what she probably does and doesn't think.

I'm also trying to eat healthier, mainly because I feel like I'm surrounding by people who are constantly sick. The flu, strep, you name it. And not just class and work, like people I hang out with on the regular, people I LIVE with. I've been trying to boost my immune system and drinking Emergen-C's (Which are so freaking nasty bleh) because of course my throat was getting sore, so I ate healthy all day, and did home remedies, and now I'm fine. I cannot afford to get sick. If you are sick, please stay away from me. just because your doctor says you are only contagious for 24 hours doesn't mean on the 25th hour you can hug me and hold on to me and kiss my forehead. (She shows her love for everything by touch, she's one of those).

So because of this, my obsession with food starts. No, I'm not going to reject a good burger or whatever, because I'm not changing my diet, I'm just adding things to it. Like blueberries, salad mix that I will actually eat, not just let it rot in my fridge, and potato bread. That bread fascinates me. It doesn't mold as fast as regular bread, it's softer, and it contains whole wheat flour, not just wheat flour. I also bought lots of cheese, because I really put that on almost anything I eat. I also bought expensive juice, like naked juice and bolthouse farms juice. I am going to drink a small glass of the protien one in the morning, and one small glass during the day. This is only because my pretentious biology teacher is a health freak, and through science and powerpoints pretty much explained that you need protien in the morning to fully function to "your full potential" I thought it was bullshit, but one day I actually had eggs and I did fantastic that day in all my classes, and I wasn't nodding my head to sleep, like I usually do. But I don't have time to cook breakfast every morning, and I don't want to eat usually. So a class of juice will suffice. If it actually works, I will continue.

I've also realized today that my writing has not been up to par. I've been so unhappy with 2013, and it has just been bringing me down. I promise I will post my lolla part 2 post and my sex post, I literally get writer's block and it kills me.

cereal killahs

No matter how many books I read, no matter how much I say I love them, books about serial killers will forever always be my favorite. It makes me realize that I am truly in the right major, since I love it so much.

My favorite book is In Cold Blood, by Truman Capote. It is one of my favorites, because it is based on very true events, and that the perspectives change from the victim to the killers. This may seem like nothing special, but think about it. How could Capote portray the feelings, the emotions of the event, especially from the victim's point of view? They are dead, and he wrote this after the case, obviously. Same with the killers. He wasn't in the van with them, or in the house when they had the dialogues. and once they were dead, he couldn't really talk to them either. However, he seemed to have done his research and truly encompass the story. For that, it is my favorite.

My favorite case is the case of JonBenet Ramsey. I remember this case when I was a child. A girl, who was really pretty, a little older than me, in makeup? That blew my mind. My mom would always watch the news and talk about how this really pretty little girl, who was famous for some reason died. Later, I would do my own research to find out it was a vintage case of Toddlers and Tiaras gone wrong. No, she didn't get her own TV show with a redneck family, who happens to be strangely sweet, caring, and funny. She ended up dead in her basement, and the case is unsolved today. It could be the parents, it could be an intruder, blah blah blah. To this day, it is still unsolved. There isn't sufficient proof to convict anyone, but to me, the signs, and evidence point to the parents. The letter, the change of handwriting, the insurance money, the fact that the parents acted so strangely when she was "missing". I will forever think that to be my favorite unsolved case that I have learned about so far. Even though it is really sad.

I am currently reading Helter Skelter, a book about Charles Manson, one of the most famous killers on earth. I must have a pretty fucked up mind if I think that reading about how blood on the walls is more interesting than some love story. ( I tried reading Safe Haven, and couldn't. I have to be in a mushy mood. It was just too much for me.)

Rory's List.

I'm going to embark on a journey. A reading challenge, if you will. Aside from my other books that I want to read, I'm going to read until everything on this list has been read, strikethrough-d?, and appreciated. 

I'm going to look online first for a cheap version. If it has an awesome cover, sold. If it has an average cover, to the kindle it is. (I splurged and bought one because I accomplished 2 weeks worth of homework in 2 classes in 2 hours. Rewarded.)

Rory Gilmore's Reading List

1984 by George Orwell
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon
An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser
Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
Archidamian War by Donald Kagan
The Art of Fiction by Henry James
The Art of War by Sun Tzu
As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
Atonement by Ian McEwan
Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy
The Awakening by Kate Chopin
Babe by Dick King-Smith
Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women by Susan Faludi
Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie
Bel Canto by Ann Patchett
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Beloved by Toni Morrison
Beowulf: A New Verse Translation by Seamus Heaney
The Bhagava Gita
The Bielski Brothers: The True Story of Three Men Who Defied the Nazis, Built a Village in the Forest, and Saved 1,200 Jews by Peter Duffy
Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women by Elizabeth Wurtzel
A Bolt from the Blue and Other Essays by Mary McCarthy
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Brick Lane by Monica Ali
Bridgadoon by Alan Jay Lerner
Candide by Voltaire
The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer
Carrie by Stephen King
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger
Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White
The Children’s Hour by Lillian Hellman
Christine by Stephen King
A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
The Code of the Woosters by P.G. Wodehouse
The Collected Short Stories by Eudora Welty
The Collected Stories of Eudora Welty by Eudora Welty
A Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare
Complete Novels by Dawn Powell
The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton
Complete Stories by Dorothy Parker
A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas père
Cousin Bette by Honor’e de Balzac
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber
The Crucible by Arthur Miller
Cujo by Stephen King
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon
Daisy Miller by Henry James
Daughter of Fortune by Isabel Allende
David and Lisa by Dr Theodore Issac Rubin M.D
David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
The Da Vinci -Code by Dan Brown
Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol
Demons by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller
Deenie by Judy Blume
The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America by Erik Larson
The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band by Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars and Nikki Sixx
The Divine Comedy by Dante
The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells
Don Quijote by Cervantes
Driving Miss Daisy by Alfred Uhrv
Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson
Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales & Poems by Edgar Allan Poe
Eleanor Roosevelt by Blanche Wiesen Cook
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe
Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters by Mark Dunn
Eloise by Kay Thompson
Emily the Strange by Roger Reger
Emma by Jane Austen
Empire Falls by Richard Russo
Encyclopedia Brown: Boy Detective by Donald J. Sobol
Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton
Ethics by Spinoza
Europe through the Back Door, 2003 by Rick Steves
Eva Luna by Isabel Allende
Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
Extravagance by Gary Krist
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
Fahrenheit 9/11 by Michael Moore
The Fall of the Athenian Empire by Donald Kagan
Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World by Greg Critser
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson
The Fellowship of the Ring: Book 1 of The Lord of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien
Fiddler on the Roof by Joseph Stein
The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom
Finnegan’s Wake by James Joyce
Fletch by Gregory McDonald
Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem
The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
Franny and Zooey by J. D. Salinger
Freaky Friday by Mary Rodgers
Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut
Gender Trouble by Judith Butler
George W. Bushism: The Slate Book of the Accidental Wit and Wisdom of our 43rd President by Jacob Weisberg
Gidget by Fredrick Kohner
Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels
The Godfather: Book 1 by Mario Puzo
The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
Goldilocks and the Three Bears by Alvin Granowsky
Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
The Good Soldier by Ford Maddox Ford
The Gospel According to Judy Bloom
The Graduate by Charles Webb
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
The Group by Mary McCarthy
Hamlet by William Shakespeare
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling 
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers
Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders by Vincent Bugliosi and Curt Gentry
Henry IV, part I by William Shakespeare
Henry IV, part II by William Shakespeare
Henry V by William Shakespeare
High Fidelity by Nick Hornby
The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon
Holidays on Ice: Stories by David Sedaris
The Holy Barbarians by Lawrence Lipton
House of Sand and Fog by Andre Dubus III (Lpr)
The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende
How to Breathe Underwater by Julie Orringer
How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss
How the Light Gets in by M. J. Hyland
Howl by Allen Gingsburg
The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo
The Iliad by Homer
I’m with the Band by Pamela des Barres
In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
Inherit the Wind by Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee
Iron Weed by William J. Kennedy
It Takes a Village by Hillary Clinton
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan
Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare
The Jumping Frog by Mark Twain
The Jungle by Upton Sinclair
Just a Couple of Days by Tony Vigorito
The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar by Robert Alexander
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
Lady Chatterleys’ Lover by D. H. Lawrence
The Last Empire: Essays 1992-2000 by Gore Vidal
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
The Legend of Bagger Vance by Steven Pressfield
Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis
Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them by Al Franken
Life of Pi by Yann Martel
The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis
Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens
The Little Locksmith by Katharine Butler Hathaway
The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Living History by Hillary Rodham Clinton
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
The Lottery: And Other Stories by Shirley Jackson
The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
The Love Story by Erich Segal
Macbeth by William Shakespeare 
Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert
The Manticore by Robertson Davies
Marathon Man by William Goldman
The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov
Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter by Simone de Beauvoir
Memoirs of General W. T. Sherman by William Tecumseh Sherman
Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
The Meaning of Consuelo by Judith Ortiz Cofer
Mencken’s Chrestomathy by H. R. Mencken
The Merry Wives of Windsro by William Shakespeare
The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka
Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
The Miracle Worker by William Gibson
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
The Mojo Collection: The Ultimate Music Companion by Jim Irvin
Moliere: A Biography by Hobart Chatfield Taylor
A Monetary History of the United States by Milton Friedman
Monsieur Proust by Celeste Albaret
A Month Of Sundays: Searching For The Spirit And My Sister by Julie Mars
A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
Mutiny on the Bounty by Charles Nordhoff and James Norman Hall
My Lai 4: A Report on the Massacre and It’s Aftermath by Seymour M. Hersh
My Life as Author and Editor by H. R. Mencken
My Life in Orange: Growing Up with the Guru by Tim Guest
My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult
The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer
The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco
The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri
The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin
Nervous System: Or, Losing My Mind in Literature by Jan Lars Jensen
New Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson
The New Way Things Work by David Macaulay
Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich
Night by Elie Wiesel
Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen
The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism by William E. Cain, Laurie A. Finke, Barbara E. Johnson, John P. McGowan
Novels 1930-1942: Dance Night/Come Back to Sorrento, Turn, Magic Wheel/Angels on Toast/A Time to be Born by Dawn Powell
Notes of a Dirty Old Man by Charles Bukowski
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Old School by Tobias Wolff
Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
On the Road by Jack Kerouac
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch by Alexander Solzhenitsyn
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The Opposite of Fate: Memories of a Writing Life by Amy Tan
Oracle Night by Paul Auster
Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood
Othello by Shakespeare
Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens
The Outbreak of the Peloponnesian War by Donald Kagan
Out of Africa by Isac Dineson
The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton
A Passage to India by E.M. Forster
The Peace of Nicias and the Sicilian Expedition by Donald Kagan
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Peyton Place by Grace Metalious
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
Pigs at the Trough by Arianna Huffington
Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi
Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain
The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby – read
The Portable Dorothy Parker by Dorothy Parker
The Portable Nietzche by Fredrich Nietzche
The Price of Loyalty: George W. Bush, the White House, and the Education of Paul O’Neill by Ron Suskind
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Property by Valerie Martin
Pushkin: A Biography by T. J. Binyon
Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw
Quattrocento by James Mckean
A Quiet Storm by Rachel Howzell Hall
Rapunzel by Grimm Brothers
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
The Razor’s Edge by W. Somerset Maugham
Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm by Kate Douglas Wiggin
The Red Tent by Anita Diamant
Rescuing Patty Hearst: Memories From a Decade Gone Mad by Virginia Holman
The Return of the King: The Lord of the Rings Book 3 by J. R. R. Tolkien
R Is for Ricochet by Sue Grafton
Rita Hayworth by Stephen King
Robert’s Rules of Order by Henry Robert
Roman Fever by Edith Wharton
Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf
A Room with a View by E. M. Forster
Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin
Sacred Time by Ursula Hegi
Sanctuary by William Faulkner
Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay by Nancy Milford
The Scarecrow of Oz by Frank L. Baum
The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Seabiscuit: An American Legend by Laura Hillenbrand
The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd
Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette by Judith Thurman
Selected Letters of Dawn Powell: 1913-1965 by Dawn Powell
Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
A Separate Peace by John Knowles
Several Biographies of Winston Churchill
Sexus by Henry Miller
The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Shane by Jack Shaefer
The Shining by Stephen King
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse
S Is for Silence by Sue Grafton
Slaughter-house Five by Kurt Vonnegut
Small Island by Andrea Levy
Snows of Kilimanjaro by Ernest Hemingway
Snow White and Rose Red by Grimm Brothers
Social Origins of Dictatorship and Democracy: Lord and Peasant in the Making of the Modern World by Barrington Moore
The Song of Names by Norman Lebrecht
Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos by Julia de Burgos
The Song Reader by Lisa Tucker
Songbook by Nick Hornby
The Sonnets by William Shakespeare
Sonnets from the Portuegese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sophie’s Choice by William Styron
The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
Speak, Memory by Vladimir Nabokov
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach
The Story of My Life by Helen Keller
A Streetcar Named Desiree by Tennessee Williams
Stuart Little by E. B. White
Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust
Swimming with Giants: My Encounters with Whales, Dolphins and Seals by Anne Collett
Sybil by Flora Rheta Schreiber
A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
Tender Is The Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Term of Endearment by Larry McMurtry
Time and Again by Jack Finney
The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
To Have and Have Not by Ernest Hemingway
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
The Tragedy of Richard III by William Shakespeare
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
The Trial by Franz Kafka
The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters by Elisabeth Robinson
Truth & Beauty: A Friendship by Ann Patchett
Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom
Ulysses by James Joyce
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 by Sylvia Plath
Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe – started and not finished
Unless by Carol Shields
Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann
The Vanishing Newspaper by Philip Meyers
Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray
Velvet Underground’s The Velvet Underground and Nico (Thirty Three and a Third series) by Joe Harvard
The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides
Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett
Walden by Henry David Thoreau
Walt Disney’s Bambi by Felix Salten
War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
We Owe You Nothing – Punk Planet: The Collected Interviews edited by Daniel Sinker
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Today, I can't help but be thankful that January is almost over. Not once was I stress-free this month, not at all. But, things are looking up. I got a car, that works, except now I'm 4000 dollars in debt, so that's no fun, but what is being a college student without living that poor life.

Now, i'm trying to do homework, and I can't concentrate. It's probably because I'm not at my house, I hear Phineas and Ferb in the background, and my boyfriend is legit singing to himself, in spanish. He's so weird.

I'm so sick of winter weather, clothes, etc. I love my boots, so slightly chilly is okay, but I'm sick of wearing my big ass ratchet winter coat everywhere. I want to wear multiple thin layers, not thick sweaters. I'm over my scarves. I'm over seeing Uggs everywhere and playing the Ugg game. (The game is that if you see real legit uggs, you punch the other person playing, and keep score. The mall is the best arena.)

I plan on getting ahead in school, being super frugal with my money, and waiting for the school year to be over so that I can go shopping again. Speaking of shopping, I won my job's version of employee of the month. It's weird to think that being sarcastic and not talking to anyone equals great work ethic, but I honestly think it's because everyone else is super lazy, and that they could feel me wanting to quit. They do know how to reel me back in, but I never shop there anyways, so i'm sure that money will last me a long time.

I also got a little more of my refund back, and I want to buy a kindle. I want to add to my book collection, and have another for my kindle. I want to read magazines on it too. I don't know why, but I really want one. It's strange for me to want materialistic things.

Anyways, enough about what I want, because once I start, I start to get selfish, and that's not a way to live.

rantrantrant

Today, I had planned to go pay my bills, do most of my homework, run errands, clean out my car, and go get some groceries, all after work.

Well, what happened? After work, I drove 5 minutes away to pay my internet bill, and when I got back to my car, it wouldn't start. AGAIN. I'm so sick of this.

First, my car has a hole, then my first solution is to get it fixed. Well the lazy ass people didn't call me so now my hole is BIGGER. Then I say, fuck it, give me the money. The money still isn't here yet. WHY.

Then, I say, I'm going to get a new car. Then what happens? oh yeah, BOTH my jobs cut my hours by 60%. So basically I'm making lunch money. Lovely.

So now, my car is still at the internet place, and I didn't park too well thinking that I would be out of there in a jiffy. It's full of my purge to go to Goodwill. I might have to take the car my friend was driving, since she goes back to her school on Monday. Which is cool I guess, I get a newer car. But, then I will owe her family all this money I don't have. Also her car is longer than mine, and bigger and I'm scared I'm going to crash it or hit something. I feel like I'm driving a semi, even though it's not even that much bigger.

If I don't take that car, her dad won't sell me another, because he doesn't want to give me a shitty car, which is understandable. But then I will be carless and who wants to pick up someone to take to work at 6 am? no one. I will also have to walk to school, and blah blah blah. Living life like I was in high school again. Walking everywhere, bumming rides, while everyone else has a car and a license.

The peachy part is this: I told my parents, and they could care less. My dad just stated that I should probably get a new car. Well no shit, father, thank you.  Thank you for your kind words, your ancient wisdom, and high education. You bought me this little thing, with broken lights and a broken windshield, and I paid to get it repaired so I get take the driving test, at 18, since I wasn't allowed/couldn't afford it at 16, already, so thank you for your help - goodbye. Haven't talked to him since. It's been 19 days. Unphased.

My mother, my sweet, sweet mother. She did what she always does. Stress me out, and turn the attention on her. She made me repeat the story three times, got mad, and then said that she is getting a loan from the bank so she can get a newer car. Thanks mom for helpin a girl out, like really. She doesn't even care what happens, and because she knows that without a car, I can't go anywhere, which is what she likes. She'd prefer me to be carless and walk everywhere, just so I will probably stay at home. Whatever.

So I go home to my unclean room, filled with my unclean homework. I go take a shower and my lazy roommate takes one too, so I get an ice cold shower. I didn't even finish. I just jumped out.

This has been the worst/best day ever and I'm so annoyed. Today was supposed to be so productive, and I got nothing done, and not even by procrastinating.

Yeah I slip, I'm still an animal.

There was a time when my world was filled with darkness

then I stopped dreaming

now I'm supposed to fill it up with something

I feel like this year so far has completely sucked, and that nothing is going right at all. Only one person makes me feel better, but I can only see him two days a week. I'm super stressed about my car, it's fucking hole in it, the engine not starting, and the fact that I need to buy a new car within the next week, and my parents aren't wiling to help me. My friends don't believe that I don't have money, which is annoying, since their families have money. I also need a reliable car to get to work, at 6 in the fucking a.m., school, and I need to desperately start applying for internships for my dual degree. Everyone wants me to visit them in some state far away that costs money. I am broke as a joke. I'm sick of my lackluster jobs. I just want money for books to fill my book shelf, and a car that functions. I'm trying my best to keep up with friends, when honestly, I just want to be alone.

I go to seek a great perhaps.

"Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and i was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane."

-John Green

Purge.

for the next two days, I'm off of work. I got my school shiz figured out, so those days are mine. Although I'm upset because my best friend constantly laughs at my relationship because it's "cheesy", which is hilarious because she is obviously blind to what her relationship is, I'm going to start my four day purge, and give no fucks about what anyone says about me or someone I care about, ever.

By purge, I mean the following:

• clothes
• shoes
• old notebooks
• everything inside my desk
• people
• food in the pantry, and fridge
• computer memory
• phone memory
• trash
• unused items

why go through all of this? Well it's simple. I want a simple life, I want to not have anything, yet have everything I've ever wanted. I already do. I have all the materialistic things I could want, within reason, good people in my life, and good health. But, I have too much shit. I can't wait to go through this major purge, so I can start this year a new. I'm on a resolution high, since I painted my room, and already finished a book (My minimum is 12 a year.) I also want to eat healthy for a week, to do a mini detox, and to boost my immune system. Only a week though, because I have this awesome coupon for Smashburger. Also, if my life and room are more organized, with this important semester coming up, I can focus completely on school, without all these distractions. I'm also going to set up payment plans, to myself, so that I can get a new car, which is also a resolution of mine. I know it's a little late to be preparing for such things, but I'm so busy these days, and life has been extra weird and unique to me, that instead of doing what I'm supposed to be doing, I'm re telling a story to someone about something stupid, like how that guy with the nachos was trying to talk to us at that bar, while I fell asleep (that's for another post, another day).

(infatuation)

It's 1 a.m., and I'm eating my red velvet cookie from Panera. Today, a friend, who is only taking two classes here after living in New York for like 6 or whatever decided to hang out with me today. I helped her get her school ID, and helped her enroll, parking, etc. We share one main thing in common, another friend who we both hold so closely to our hearts. Okay, but while spending the afternoon with her, epiphanies about relationships came about. Also that we both hate people.

Okay, so I don't have real experience with this, or any statistics to back this up, but this is just from what I've observed.

• People (females) who have sex during the honeymoon, or infatuation stage, are more than likely to stay in that stage than a normal amount of time. I feel like this contributes to girls being more heartbroken for whatever reason in the end; they are just behind the other counterpart in the cycle.
• If you start lowering your standards, just to be with someone, and you don't realize it: no bueno.
• If you have to schedule your friends around your fucking menstruation cycle so you can have an excuse to not have sex, while seeing a friend, not only are you crazy, you are a horndog. (like really can I not see you when you are not a bitch?)
• If you are serious about a relationship, then you shouldn't have to lie about anything pertaining that relationship to anyone. (unless it's a good surprise, like birthdays or whatever.)
• If you are questioning if something is wrong, it probably is.
• Sleeping with an emotionally unstable man does no favors to anyone.
• If you spend your days sulking, whining, and complaining about the relationship, you are probably going to be in the infatuation stage for a while.

Okay I know that most of that didn't really make sense, but most of the people I associate with these days are actually crazy. Do people even hear themselves when they speak? Do people not know how to take their own dirt? These days, apparently not.

year in review thus far

2013 has really been quite an adventure for me so far, and it's only been one week. Let's just recap of what has happened.

• Jan 1: Worked at 7 am, played a 3 hour game of Monopoly with my mother, for her birthday, got cleverly kidnapped to the other college town by my friends, snuck into a place I shouldn't be in, and pretty much had an episode, that could equal public embarassment.
• Jan 2: Worked at 7 am, after my episode the night before, went to a friend's house to watch a movie, and her mother backed into my car, which now looks more ratchet, since there is a hole on the side now.
• Jan 3: Worked at 7 am, couldn't get an estimate on my car, but I had a Which Wich Oreo shake. Watched the Time Traveler's Wife and got confused. (this day wasn't so eventful).
• Jan 4: Worked both jobs, and was pleasantly surprised by my boyfriend, so I wouldn't have to be alone in the most boring white walls known to man. I also got caught up on American Horror Story.
• Jan 5: Painted my room part 1
• Jan 6: Finished painting my room. Beautiful dinner, with one of the most beautiful people that I know.
• Jan 7: Work at 4:45, napped, finished The Fault in Our Stars
• That book is so wonderful, even though it makes me want to sit and cry because I can't even imagine keeping myself together if the person I so deeply loved had the life of Augustus Waters. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

I guess that's about it. I mean this beats last year, where all I did was work, and get lonely, but still. I've accomplished one resolution: Painting my room. I've also finished a book, so on to the next one. I plan on reading Looking For Alaska. John Green, you are becoming one of my favorite authors.