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Mar. 18th, 2009 12:25 pmToday, I skipped my classes.
And I do not regret it even a little bit.
Because today, you see, I began to read the ARC I got of Sarah Rees Brennan's debut novel, The Demon's Lexicon, and my head is whirling.
This book--this book more than lives up to the promise that Sarah has shown in the past. I had high--and I mean high--expectations of this book, and Sarah cleared the bar and to spare.
The language is beautifully crafted, the characters strong in some ways and cracked in others and interesting, and the plot--my god. The plot.
There are still a few flaws, as anybody might expect in a first book, a few things that I probably would have fought her on if I'd been editing it, but it's still so good. I mostly just want to crawl inside her head and camp out there for a week.
This story held me spellbound, and when it was over I felt like the top of my head had been ripped open.
It isn't on the shelves yet, but when it is--buy it, people.
Seriously.
And I do not regret it even a little bit.
Because today, you see, I began to read the ARC I got of Sarah Rees Brennan's debut novel, The Demon's Lexicon, and my head is whirling.
This book--this book more than lives up to the promise that Sarah has shown in the past. I had high--and I mean high--expectations of this book, and Sarah cleared the bar and to spare.
The language is beautifully crafted, the characters strong in some ways and cracked in others and interesting, and the plot--my god. The plot.
There are still a few flaws, as anybody might expect in a first book, a few things that I probably would have fought her on if I'd been editing it, but it's still so good. I mostly just want to crawl inside her head and camp out there for a week.
This story held me spellbound, and when it was over I felt like the top of my head had been ripped open.
It isn't on the shelves yet, but when it is--buy it, people.
Seriously.
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Mar. 4th, 2009 05:33 pmSo I just finished reading a YA historical romance novel called The Season, by Sarah MacLean--it's the author's first book, so I am trying to be forgiving.
Actually, most of it is quite on par with the more mediocre of Heyer's novels--the plot is reasonably intriguing, I quite like the characters, and it joggles along amusingly, on the whole. It absolutely is up to the quality of, say, Friday's Child.
However, she does fall into the classic debut novelist's mistake of EXPLAINING EVERYTHING. Usually at least twice. Show, not tell, darling, no really, it's better! I get that she's falling in love, I do not need her to sit and soliloquize on the nature of her feelings for more than half a page!
Also, I'm sorry, but your book is set in 1815. When people used the word "fans" in 1815, they were referring to devices for moving air, not to people who greatly admire you. Really. I PROMISE. And, I mean, I would have to check? But I'm like eighty percent certain that debs in 1815 were only allowed to wear pale colors to show how they were maidenly and shy and did not wish to draw attention to themselves. They did not wear emerald green.
If you are going to write a historical novel, either do some in-depth research yourself or, at the very least, have it history-picked by someone who knows what they're talking about. I mean, I was sorely tempted, but I didn't use the phrase "idk" in my academic paper this morning; it's all a matter of context.
Actually, most of it is quite on par with the more mediocre of Heyer's novels--the plot is reasonably intriguing, I quite like the characters, and it joggles along amusingly, on the whole. It absolutely is up to the quality of, say, Friday's Child.
However, she does fall into the classic debut novelist's mistake of EXPLAINING EVERYTHING. Usually at least twice. Show, not tell, darling, no really, it's better! I get that she's falling in love, I do not need her to sit and soliloquize on the nature of her feelings for more than half a page!
Also, I'm sorry, but your book is set in 1815. When people used the word "fans" in 1815, they were referring to devices for moving air, not to people who greatly admire you. Really. I PROMISE. And, I mean, I would have to check? But I'm like eighty percent certain that debs in 1815 were only allowed to wear pale colors to show how they were maidenly and shy and did not wish to draw attention to themselves. They did not wear emerald green.
If you are going to write a historical novel, either do some in-depth research yourself or, at the very least, have it history-picked by someone who knows what they're talking about. I mean, I was sorely tempted, but I didn't use the phrase "idk" in my academic paper this morning; it's all a matter of context.
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Apr. 28th, 2005 10:23 pmSo despite yesterday's crappy most-of-day, this has been a pretty dang happy week so far, and I am now indulging myself and doing an idle meme, because I am caught up on my flist and my RPGs; my research proj thingy for my CDaE class is done, and I have actually been hanging with RL people. Plus I'm going to my old, old, veryvery first fandom home tonight to see if they still keep out the welcome mat for me.
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wahlee_98:
Post the first lines of ten favorite books, and see if your flist can guess them!
Hints: There are five fantasy or psuedo-fantasy; five not, although the supernatural comes into play in one of those. One is famous. All but one is by a famous/semi-famous author, and all are by authors who deserve to be famous. Two are by the same woman.
1. "I've decided to quit school again," Libby said.
2. Everything starts somewhere, although many physicists disagree. Hogfather, by Terry Pratchett, guessed by Jack!
3. Melinda Pratt rides city bus number twelve, wearing her mother's jean jacket and only one sock. Hallo, world, says Minna. Minna often addresses the world, sometimes silently, sometimes out loud.
4. It rained toads the day the White Council came to town. Summer Knight, by Jim Butcher, guessed by gryfindormia
5. It was a summer that began and nearly ended with a death.
6. Nothing was going right with the Wizard's University.
7. "Isobel? I'm afraid we're going to have to take it off." // "Take it off, take it off," I sang, like a vamp song; but I don't think I actually did, and I know my laughter stayed inside my head. I think my voice did too.
8. As soon as he was born, Mr. and Mrs. Canker knew that their baby was not like other people's children. Which Witch, by Eva Ibbotson, guessed by shaycaron
9. This is my favourite book in the world, although I have never read it. Princess Bride, by William Goldman, guessed by shaycaron and kaalee
10. There was a time when I was eleven years old--between the start of a new school year and Midwinter's Night--when I was invisible. I was never invisible for long, and I always returned to plain sight, but all my life has been affected by the people I met and the time I spent in a world where I could see and not be seen.
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wahlee_98: Post the first lines of ten favorite books, and see if your flist can guess them!
Hints: There are five fantasy or psuedo-fantasy; five not, although the supernatural comes into play in one of those. One is famous. All but one is by a famous/semi-famous author, and all are by authors who deserve to be famous. Two are by the same woman.
1. "I've decided to quit school again," Libby said.
3. Melinda Pratt rides city bus number twelve, wearing her mother's jean jacket and only one sock. Hallo, world, says Minna. Minna often addresses the world, sometimes silently, sometimes out loud.
gryfindormia5. It was a summer that began and nearly ended with a death.
6. Nothing was going right with the Wizard's University.
7. "Isobel? I'm afraid we're going to have to take it off." // "Take it off, take it off," I sang, like a vamp song; but I don't think I actually did, and I know my laughter stayed inside my head. I think my voice did too.
shaycaron shaycaron and kaalee10. There was a time when I was eleven years old--between the start of a new school year and Midwinter's Night--when I was invisible. I was never invisible for long, and I always returned to plain sight, but all my life has been affected by the people I met and the time I spent in a world where I could see and not be seen.
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Feb. 20th, 2005 10:58 pmI spent Saturday at Barnes and Noble, indulging a guilty pleasure.
I read flangsty teen chick novels.
Now, see the thing is, I ( have the same objections to them as I do to Hey, Arnold!, only lessso. )
I read flangsty teen chick novels.
Now, see the thing is, I ( have the same objections to them as I do to Hey, Arnold!, only lessso. )
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Feb. 15th, 2005 11:03 pmGods bless the B&N bargain table. For $2.87, having applied my father's Readers' Advantage card, I have become the proud possessor of a treasure and a woman possessed by the demon of must read sequel.
Listen to this:
( The book begins thus: )
And here's the tag-end of a description of one of the main characters:
(Supposing a passer-by observing the young lady)
Then, to his surprise, he would have seen this attractive person stop, examine her surroundings, and run down some steps into a rather dingy-looking secondhand bookshop. He would have gone about his affairs with a new and surprised conviction that the Almighty had the borough of Brooklyn under His especial care."
Such delightful turns of phrase! And so many true and wonderful things to say about books, philosophy, and housekeeping.
Listen to this:
( The book begins thus: )
And here's the tag-end of a description of one of the main characters:
(Supposing a passer-by observing the young lady)
Then, to his surprise, he would have seen this attractive person stop, examine her surroundings, and run down some steps into a rather dingy-looking secondhand bookshop. He would have gone about his affairs with a new and surprised conviction that the Almighty had the borough of Brooklyn under His especial care."
Such delightful turns of phrase! And so many true and wonderful things to say about books, philosophy, and housekeeping.
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Aug. 14th, 2004 05:03 pmI spent this afternoon with the latest installment of a murder series, yelling at the characters.
Yes, out loud. I was alone in the house, so I let myself go.
I told Her that she didn't come even close to deserving Him, if she couldn't see how amazing He is and how incredibly incompatible and ridiculous a prospect the other guy is; I told Him that I would be more than glad to spare Him the trouble of competing (competing! ha!) and turn myself over to Him for life. I told Her mother that she needed to back out, and Her brother-in-law that a woman's cabinets are sacred, and Her partner's fiancee that he needs better taste. Then I went back to yelling at Her for not appreciating Him.
Meh. Wah. Books and friends and what seems like the entire world are conspiring against me to make me think that I want a relationship. Somebody to count on and snuggle with. Who can do sweet surprise things (like Diana for her SO) or get my jokes (like Norman for his). Or just be someone to call when I get home and I'm tired.
Even my older sister has somebody now, and while I'm happy for her, and Cimorene knows she deserves it and has waited long enough--I watch them together or even just her talking about him, and I get...wistful.
This is the longest a period of "wanting to have somebody" has lasted, for me...Oh, sure, I've felt the occasional moment when I've wanted to have a guy, but this "moment" has lasted a few weeks now. Possibly this is only a sign of leaving the teenage years, when I didn't really bother with guys as romantic objects, and entering the Next Phase of Life for a girl of my background, which is the Hunting For A Husband Phase.
I don't want to enter that phase until I'm older. I know I don't. It makes absolutely no sense to be HFAH when I'm still a teenager, for pity's sake...I don't want to be married until I've at least got my BA. I know this.
But I want to have somebody in my life. And looking for a relationship at my age, around here, more or less translates into "looking for potential Life Partner."
Piece of crap subculture...*grumblegrumblegrumble*
Yes, out loud. I was alone in the house, so I let myself go.
I told Her that she didn't come even close to deserving Him, if she couldn't see how amazing He is and how incredibly incompatible and ridiculous a prospect the other guy is; I told Him that I would be more than glad to spare Him the trouble of competing (competing! ha!) and turn myself over to Him for life. I told Her mother that she needed to back out, and Her brother-in-law that a woman's cabinets are sacred, and Her partner's fiancee that he needs better taste. Then I went back to yelling at Her for not appreciating Him.
Meh. Wah. Books and friends and what seems like the entire world are conspiring against me to make me think that I want a relationship. Somebody to count on and snuggle with. Who can do sweet surprise things (like Diana for her SO) or get my jokes (like Norman for his). Or just be someone to call when I get home and I'm tired.
Even my older sister has somebody now, and while I'm happy for her, and Cimorene knows she deserves it and has waited long enough--I watch them together or even just her talking about him, and I get...wistful.
This is the longest a period of "wanting to have somebody" has lasted, for me...Oh, sure, I've felt the occasional moment when I've wanted to have a guy, but this "moment" has lasted a few weeks now. Possibly this is only a sign of leaving the teenage years, when I didn't really bother with guys as romantic objects, and entering the Next Phase of Life for a girl of my background, which is the Hunting For A Husband Phase.
I don't want to enter that phase until I'm older. I know I don't. It makes absolutely no sense to be HFAH when I'm still a teenager, for pity's sake...I don't want to be married until I've at least got my BA. I know this.
But I want to have somebody in my life. And looking for a relationship at my age, around here, more or less translates into "looking for potential Life Partner."
Piece of crap subculture...*grumblegrumblegrumble*
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Aug. 7th, 2004 07:42 pmYou people talk too much. ^_^
I'm sorry for all the fics I didn't read, the cuts I skipped, the comments I wanted to make but simply couldn't take the time for. My world has exploded over the past few days--I'm actually an hour late to a wedding reception I have to attend just to catch up. Skip=300, thanks.
AMY IS HOME!!!!!!
That is something to be thankful for.
NEW HARRY DRESDEN IS OUT!!!
and EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKK!!!
( Cut for spoilers )
I'm sorry for all the fics I didn't read, the cuts I skipped, the comments I wanted to make but simply couldn't take the time for. My world has exploded over the past few days--I'm actually an hour late to a wedding reception I have to attend just to catch up. Skip=300, thanks.
AMY IS HOME!!!!!!
That is something to be thankful for.
NEW HARRY DRESDEN IS OUT!!!
and EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKK!!!
( Cut for spoilers )
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Jul. 24th, 2004 09:28 pmOML NEW CHRESTOMANCI NOVEL EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKK!!
Happy post
Jul. 12th, 2004 09:06 amAll I've typed about lately is angst. Well, and TC. ^_^
But I meant to update on this stuff, I swear:
Wednesday night we went to an Indian restaraunt, and I actually enjoyed the food (this is bizarre, I never like anything with flavor). We then spent an hour measuring our heights and working out whether we were anywhere near the Grecian mathematical principle the Golden Mean. Then we watched Indiana Jones and tried to wax our legs with a Middle Eastern wax method. It didn't work--we teased Amelia it was because she didn't know what she was doing, even though she's been doing it for years--but I think really it was because we didn't have time to let the stuff cool enough to work. However, I would just like to stop and rejoice in the fact that I have a group of close friends who will spend an evening chasing sunset gaps in the houses on the hill, calculating Greek aesthetics, and playing with melted sugar.
I love my Aunt Jill. Have I said that? She is just the most amazing person. My uncles have fabulous taste in wives. (Of course, that may be because their mother, my grandmother, is fabulous in the same way. Except that on my dad's side they also had excellent taste, and it doesn't apply to them.)
Jess came to my house Saturday and we did nothing. It was great fun. We read I'm With Stupid, each of us taking a part. I love that book, have I mentioned that?
Also she leant me Good Omens, and I will say that I think that it clearly shows that even Terry Pratchett had to mature his talent before it was as amazing as it currently it is.
Question: trying to get an image as my background in my LJ. Not repeated, but just stretched out. How do I do this? MY LJ EXPERTS, HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE!
But I meant to update on this stuff, I swear:
Wednesday night we went to an Indian restaraunt, and I actually enjoyed the food (this is bizarre, I never like anything with flavor). We then spent an hour measuring our heights and working out whether we were anywhere near the Grecian mathematical principle the Golden Mean. Then we watched Indiana Jones and tried to wax our legs with a Middle Eastern wax method. It didn't work--we teased Amelia it was because she didn't know what she was doing, even though she's been doing it for years--but I think really it was because we didn't have time to let the stuff cool enough to work. However, I would just like to stop and rejoice in the fact that I have a group of close friends who will spend an evening chasing sunset gaps in the houses on the hill, calculating Greek aesthetics, and playing with melted sugar.
I love my Aunt Jill. Have I said that? She is just the most amazing person. My uncles have fabulous taste in wives. (Of course, that may be because their mother, my grandmother, is fabulous in the same way. Except that on my dad's side they also had excellent taste, and it doesn't apply to them.)
Jess came to my house Saturday and we did nothing. It was great fun. We read I'm With Stupid, each of us taking a part. I love that book, have I mentioned that?
Also she leant me Good Omens, and I will say that I think that it clearly shows that even Terry Pratchett had to mature his talent before it was as amazing as it currently it is.
Question: trying to get an image as my background in my LJ. Not repeated, but just stretched out. How do I do this? MY LJ EXPERTS, HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE!
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Apr. 30th, 2004 10:18 pmOkay...
If you can beg, borrow, or steal a copy of I'm with Stupid by Gene Weingarten and Gina Barreca--go get it. And read it now. I picked it up , and it's just incredible. *clasps book to her bosom* The first book on men-women relationships and differences written by a man and a woman, incredibly funny and insightful. She's a rampant feminist with a sense of humor; he's a humor columnist with as non-chauvanistic a pov as you could find in a guy. They've never met--it was all written electronically and over the phone--but the chemistry between them (not romantically or sexually, they're both married and fidelitous, etc., but just as a team) is incredible. I LOVE THIS BOOK!!
Although I think that the slashers on my flist would probably object to the question (asked by the woman, btw) "Why are men turned on by the thought of two women having sex but the idea of two men having sex but the idea of two men having sex doesn't do a thing for a woman?" Heheh. If I think about how many times I've heard ravings about the "hot boy smut..."
And now some memes
( Klepted from Ally )
( Alphabet meme nicked from Myf )
If you can beg, borrow, or steal a copy of I'm with Stupid by Gene Weingarten and Gina Barreca--go get it. And read it now. I picked it up , and it's just incredible. *clasps book to her bosom* The first book on men-women relationships and differences written by a man and a woman, incredibly funny and insightful. She's a rampant feminist with a sense of humor; he's a humor columnist with as non-chauvanistic a pov as you could find in a guy. They've never met--it was all written electronically and over the phone--but the chemistry between them (not romantically or sexually, they're both married and fidelitous, etc., but just as a team) is incredible. I LOVE THIS BOOK!!
Although I think that the slashers on my flist would probably object to the question (asked by the woman, btw) "Why are men turned on by the thought of two women having sex but the idea of two men having sex but the idea of two men having sex doesn't do a thing for a woman?" Heheh. If I think about how many times I've heard ravings about the "hot boy smut..."
And now some memes
( Klepted from Ally )
( Alphabet meme nicked from Myf )
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Jan. 30th, 2004 05:40 pmMy little sister just got an e-mail account. How do I know this?:
> Hi!
>
> How are you? I'm fine. HAAAAPY VALENTINES
> DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
> WWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
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>
> BACK noooooooooooooow!
> Love
> anna
Lol. I shall treasure it forever.
I think I did pretty well on my Latin test.
The single other thing I did today was go to the library and pick up some Jane Yolens I hadn't yet read (I have no idea why. I hate half her books...half of the ones leftover I find mediocre...but I really adore the quarter that I like. I love her kid's books, mostly, but I got some of her adult ones, which I usually hate. Hey! I've got a pathetic library here!), a couple of my fave L. M. Montgomeries, and the latest Eddings (*wince* I've heard it's bad). Then I cuddled up on my bed with my books and my slight stomachache.
Life is actually pretty okay.
> Hi!
>
> How are you? I'm fine. HAAAAPY VALENTINES
> DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
> WWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
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>
> BACK noooooooooooooow!
> Love
> anna
Lol. I shall treasure it forever.
I think I did pretty well on my Latin test.
The single other thing I did today was go to the library and pick up some Jane Yolens I hadn't yet read (I have no idea why. I hate half her books...half of the ones leftover I find mediocre...but I really adore the quarter that I like. I love her kid's books, mostly, but I got some of her adult ones, which I usually hate. Hey! I've got a pathetic library here!), a couple of my fave L. M. Montgomeries, and the latest Eddings (*wince* I've heard it's bad). Then I cuddled up on my bed with my books and my slight stomachache.
Life is actually pretty okay.
I'm very, very, very wet.
Sep. 29th, 2003 08:27 pmLast night, talking to Mom, I said: Wouldn't you know, as soon as I bought an umbrella, it stopped raining.
Today it poured.
But I had set aside today for a very specific task, and I steeled my heart, and I marched forth to figure out the transit system. Today I rode the N-Main Red line, gaining access to all the essentials: Barnes and Noble, the public library, Alberston's, and Target. Sure, visitng ONE involves at least an hour and a half, adding on another hour for each stop, but HEY!!!
And I GOT TRICKSTER'S CHOICE!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! *manaical laughter echoes* I'm loving it...I'm almost halfway through, from all the time at bus stops...and it's really good, but I hope it gets even better...
And I got MAXX Comedy too! I'm RICH!!
Actually, I'm not, I'm now poor because I bought two hardbacks and a new purse (Zemenar! I thought it had longer straps, I may have to take it back but I hope not because otherwise it's perfect so I may just buy a new strap, I don't care how odd it looks). But I have to spend over $200 on food tomorrow, AT THE RESTERAUNTS, because meal points don't carry over. I'll be buying milk and candy bars and PopTarts from the Snackbar for, like, the next two months, but I refuse to let all that money we paid go to waste: it's bad enough I haven't used all my meals.
I also need to use up all my cell minutes, so I get to have LONG CONVERSATIONS with my friends tomorrow--YAY!!
The mood below perfectly fits me AND reminds me of the lovely Deflated *bows flippantly to Bluebottlebutterfly*
Now I'm going upstairs to shower and read a LITTLE bit of my book and go to sleep, because if I let myself miss any more Botany I'm going to fail. Oh...I'm going upstairs because Junk is fried from being on all weekend.
Well, that was a cheerful way to end it...I honestly didn't mean to.
Oh! Cheerful note: computer is now named Junction, since it's where all my friends meet, to be called Junk, for short and for obvious reasons.
Well, it wasn't as cheerful as I'd like...
Today it poured.
But I had set aside today for a very specific task, and I steeled my heart, and I marched forth to figure out the transit system. Today I rode the N-Main Red line, gaining access to all the essentials: Barnes and Noble, the public library, Alberston's, and Target. Sure, visitng ONE involves at least an hour and a half, adding on another hour for each stop, but HEY!!!
And I GOT TRICKSTER'S CHOICE!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! *manaical laughter echoes* I'm loving it...I'm almost halfway through, from all the time at bus stops...and it's really good, but I hope it gets even better...
And I got MAXX Comedy too! I'm RICH!!
Actually, I'm not, I'm now poor because I bought two hardbacks and a new purse (Zemenar! I thought it had longer straps, I may have to take it back but I hope not because otherwise it's perfect so I may just buy a new strap, I don't care how odd it looks). But I have to spend over $200 on food tomorrow, AT THE RESTERAUNTS, because meal points don't carry over. I'll be buying milk and candy bars and PopTarts from the Snackbar for, like, the next two months, but I refuse to let all that money we paid go to waste: it's bad enough I haven't used all my meals.
I also need to use up all my cell minutes, so I get to have LONG CONVERSATIONS with my friends tomorrow--YAY!!
The mood below perfectly fits me AND reminds me of the lovely Deflated *bows flippantly to Bluebottlebutterfly*
Now I'm going upstairs to shower and read a LITTLE bit of my book and go to sleep, because if I let myself miss any more Botany I'm going to fail. Oh...I'm going upstairs because Junk is fried from being on all weekend.
Well, that was a cheerful way to end it...I honestly didn't mean to.
Oh! Cheerful note: computer is now named Junction, since it's where all my friends meet, to be called Junk, for short and for obvious reasons.
Well, it wasn't as cheerful as I'd like...
