For Kara

Stupid Facebook would not load, so onto blog it is. Yes, I know, lamesauce. 

-Evil laughter-

For the record, if this doesn't work, I will cry. Josh and QOF know this... I hope.

Pictures.

Icons, Avatars I have created.

Try as I might the light and the dark screwed me up and I gave up. XD

.30 Day Blog Challenge: Day Thirteen. - Oops.

Missed a day, but I had a emergency - I was too sick to do much of anything yesterday. Today = somewhat better.

This one had me confuzzled.  A fiction book? One that you've read recently? One that you intensely hate? One that you secretly enjoy? What about a fiction book?

Well, anyway, I've decided to choose the first thing that comes to mind, which is... Mortal Instruments series! Oooh, good choice, brain.

Mmmmm. Jace.

Lucky Clary.

Oh, Sebass...

Out in 2011.

I love this series.  One of the main arguments I have with my roommate at least once a week (she hates books (-gasps- I KNOW)) is that, on her side, every plot has been done, every story has been retold so many times it's boring/not worth reading.  I, on the other hand, beg to differ. A lot.  My take on it is that its like a burger.

Yes, you heard me, a burger.

You got the two buns on the outside, and that's all fine and dandy, but who ever ate a hamburger without the 'ham'burger? (Heh, see what I did there? oh yeah...) It's plain. It's boring.  But then you get to put whatever you want in the middle.  You can have some lettuce, someone might choose onions or tomato, where as you may prefer bacon, or cheese, or hey? Why not both? Everyone's ideal of the 'perfect' sandwich is different, just like everyone's take on a story is different.  We are not born to think the exact same way.  No story is exactly the same.  When you think about it, all of our stories are the same.  They have a beginning, and they have an end.  Someone's alive at the beginning (the protagonist, hopefully) and someone's alive at the end (even if its not the protagonist.... still...)  It's not the basic 'plot' of the story that's supposed to intrigue the reader.  It's all the filling and goodies and twists and magic that's *within* the plot.

That said, I actually have never read a book quite like the Mortal Instruments series. Never. Ever. Not that I can think of.  To look at it from my roommate's perspective, well, yes, there have been books that is about the fight against good and evil (in different forms, of course, just read any single book with a bad guy and a good guy.)

Anyway... where was I going with this?  Thing is, Cassandra Clare throws in some delicious yet torturous twists and turns in this entire series.  I can't even tell you ANYTHING because it will probably either not make sense to you or give something away, and I just cannot say anything or else I might melt/squeal/do the conga in turns.

So please, please, pretty please, check it out.  It's brilliant writing, brilliant everything. Thank you, Cassandra Clare, for writing this amazing piece of work.  Can't wait for the next one!

.30 Day Blog Challenge: Day Twelve: Don't cry.

.Again, another 'Whatever Tickles Your Fancy' Post.  Instead of writing anything, because I'm sick, instead of singing anything, because I have a sore throat (that's beginning to look a lot like Bronchitissss, every time I cough....) I will do something that will probably seem unusual.

Now, I used to be a crybaby.  I cried at all sorts of things. But now it seems I only cry when I watch movies that people are crying in them,  (If it's good acting, but then again, I cried in the Last Song...Bahahah! No, wait, that was because some things in that movie hit close to home.) if I get hurt (I have a very low tolerance for pain.), or if I'm reading a book and something happens to a nice character [dies] and everyone else is bawling their eyes out (sometimes) Or anything family related. If its unhappy/sad/makes me angry.  Yeah, when I'm really, super, uber angry I start crying.  Okay, so I still am a crybaby. -shrugs-  It's part of my charm.

Anyway.  I am going to share a paragraph or so from a book with you.  From out of my favourite chapter, from out of one of my favourite books.  The movie hardly does this part justice. The chapter is called All Alone.

It was easy to promise self-abnegation when self was wrapt up in another, and heart and soul were purified by a sweet example; but when the helpful voice was silent, the daily lesson over, the beloved presence gone, and nothing remained but loneliness and grief, then Jo found her promise very hard to keep.  How could she 'comfort father and mother,' when her own heart ached with a ceaseless longing for her sister; how  could she 'make the house  cheerful,' when all its light, and warmth, and beauty, seemed to have deserted it when Beth left the old home for the new; and where, in all the world, could she 'find some useful happy work to do,' that would take the place of the loving service which has been its own reward?...........

But someone did come to help her, though Jo did not recognize her good angels at once, because they wore familiar shapes, and used the simple spells best fitted to poor humanity.  Often she started up at night, thinking Beth had called her; and when the sight of the little empty bed made her cry with the bitter cry of an unsubmissive sorrow, "Oh, Beth! come back! come back!" she did not stretch out her yearning arms in vain; for, as quick to hear her sobbing as she had been to hear her sister's faintest whisper, her mother came to comfort her.  Not with words only, but the patient tenderness that soothes by a touch, tears that were mute reminders of a greater grief than Jo's, and broken whispers, more eloquent than prayers, because hopeful resignation went hand-in-hand with natural sorrow.  Sacred moments! when heart talked to heart in the silence of the night, turning affliction to a blessing, which chastened grief and strengthened love.  Feeling this, Jo's burden seemed a little easier to bear, duty grew sweeter, and life looked more endurable, seen from the safe shelter of her mothers arms. 

So yeah.  I hope you like it! Can you tell me what book its from? XD

.30 Day Blog Challenge: Day Eleven - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

.So.  It has been a huge debate with myself (I tend to do that a lot...) and... well, I will show you two pictures. hehehehe. Blame Squeaky. Can't have her outdoing me, eh? XD

Well, the first one is the newest. but yeah. one with short hair... one with longer hair. XD

.30 Day Blog Challenge Day 8 & 9 & 10 - To My Shame, I Did Not.

Hello, fellow bloggers.

Because Squeaky cheated a bit, so should I. hehehhe.

After giving it a ton of thought, I'd have to say I can't find a picture that I hate or mourn over without looking intensely hard. Do you think I keep those on my computer? I THINK NOT.  So this photo is one that I've taken! And beneath that one is a picture of me more than 10 years ago. -cringes and runs and hides-

Our fooseball table covered in 'snow' and our little Christmas tree instead of getting a large one.

 

 

 

 

I'm the one giving the massage.
(YEH, I think mum made us wear dresses then...)