Books and Shit

Series that I am reading, that I cannot seem to finish, no matter how hard I try.

Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. I'm stuck on Death Masks
Parasol Protectorate by Gail Carriger. I'm reading Changeless and Heartless. I've read Soulless and Heartless.
Two series by Juliet Blackwell.
The Cats and Curios Series by Rebecca Hale
The Alphabet Series by Sue Grafton
Madelyn Alt's Witch series
Flavia de Luce's series by Alan Bradley
Donna Andrews' Birds Mysteries
The Sookies Stackhouse series
Jill Kismet's series by Lilith Saintcrow
Terry Pratchett's Disworld series
Every series by Annette Blair, because she's good and I'm not focused
The Jane Jameson series by Molly Harper
Sherlock Holmes
the Dark-, Dream- and Were-Hunter series by Sherrilyn Kenyon
The Wicked Years by Gregory Maguire
Otherworld/Sisters of the Moon by Yasmine Galenorn
The Amelia Peabody series and the Jaqueline Kirby series by Elizabeth Peters
The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare
Song of the Lioness series by Tamora Pierce
the Samantha Jellicoe series by Suzanne Enoch
the Tattoo Shop mysteries by Karen Olson
The Fallen series by Kristina Douglas
Every series ever created by Katie Macalister
and the Ice series by Anne Stuart

Kill me now. I need to bunker down, peeps. It's killing me.
I'm totally watching the fourth season of In Plain Sight, and it's freaking great. Grrreeeeat!

I Made Cookies

I don't make cookies. Cookies are generally, yuck. But I made cookies tonight, with tapioca flour, corn starch, potato starch and rice flour, because I'm gluten-free and chocolate, because I'm me. It was mainly for the chocolate, since the 'rents refused to allow me to eat handfuls of chocolate chips. The dough started good, and I ate most of it before cooking, but the cookies. Well...

They sorta spread out and burned a wee bit. Then...

Became FLOWERS! What?! Yay! Hooray! I didn't even realize I could spell hooray. Cool Shit. Anyway. They weren't cooled in the middle, but...

But I ate them anyway. What? There was chocolate.

And I really like pictures.

Ah, with milk. Have a good night everyone.

Snow Day Number 2 of January

   It sounds like an official title, but really, that's a lie.
 
         Dear 2 foot pile of snow in my driveway,
I hate you. It has nothing to do with your looks, your personality or your attitude. This hatred occurs mainly because you exist, and more importantly, you exist in my driveway. At first I didn't really notice. Only after you tried to trap my father leaving for work did I become aware of your existance, and learned that I need to remove you. This hatred grew when I spent my Wednesday sleeping, mainly from 7:30 that morning until 2:30 that afternoon, which happened to be the exact hours that I have for actually going to school. The hatred then compounded when I was told to use the snow floe. I hate the snow floe. Many of my childhood winter days tried to sit in that stupid ice floe in order to be pulled around my yard. I could never sit the snow floe. I could never catch it as my parents pulled it around, trying to clear the snow.
   So really, this hatred has nothing to do with you exactly, but the fact that I had to move you created this animosity. But mother insisted, and you were removed. Slowly, and having to return twice and heat up with a hair dryer, I pushed you almost completely onto the road for the plow to push away. I killed you. ah ha ha ha ha ha! But, and this makes me want to cry, just a little, you came back yesterday, AFTER I had cleared you, and now you are back, mocking me. You are a bastard, and I will defeat you, because I really have no choice since my mother will make me shovel you later. I hate you, you ugly whore.

To the blog, Not you pile of snow. I shall be back later with pictures. Or I'll google white and post that, because its really snowy here.

I've been thinking (surprise!)....

I have been thinking about my anonymity for about a week now. This blog is a way that I can talk without having to sensor myself as I do in my house and at school. At home, I don’t talk about school because it gets too complicated and I feel as if I should be able to deal with all the stuff at school by myself. It’s a part of my life that’s just mine, that I don’t have to share with anyone else. And the thing is, I’m an intensely private person. At school, I have to force myself to talk to my friends about my life. I’ve never had best friends before so after six years, I still feel like a beginner. So this blog is where I can yammer on about anything, any time I want for as long as I want.

               I wonder whether I should use my real name here. It’s similar to what I want to do when I start writing. Should I use my name, or use a false name or just a false surname? It’s driving me crazy, but I’ll think about it some more later.

               In other news.... Christmas here was uneventful. I don’t say that to be mean, but it stopped being exciting when I stopped asking for toys. Christmas kinda ends when the toys go away. Christmas is also unexciting because I`m jobless so I can`t buy anyone presents which is screwy. I wanted to make people gifts instead, but I don`t know what anyone wanted. I really suck at Christmas. I never know what anyone wants. I`m whining a lot. Let us continue on a different strain now.

               Big moved out. I`m kinda upset because, you know I miss her and shit. But then I`m like, fuck it. Let her live her life and let her be. Fuck her, let`s focus on me. And she`s getting a dog, so I`m so freaking excited.

               Ooh, so I got things to do. I`m going to be cutting out the material for a dress this afternoon and it will be done by the end of the break on the ninth. Ninth doesn`t have an e in it? What is this world coming to!? Or whatever. Other things to do before the break is over is to write a comparison essay about Carol Shields` The Stone Diaries and John Updike`s The Witches of Eastwick.  So excited! Not. I have to read about four books before the break is over, and I can`t do it. I`m freaking. No not really. But I do want to read some books over the break. I also need to look into Bigger and Mom into Etsy because they both need to start selling their stuff. Mom and I also need to blog because Mom made me get a blog about etiquette. Because I`m so classy people. I know, you could tell.

               I was thinking about hockey players for a couple of days now (because I've been watching hockey, reading hockey crap and waiting for the Winter Classic), and I have a list I want to meet. I just thought I`d put it down because I keep forgetting which ones I want to meet.

1.      Sidney Crosby because it`s Sid and I just want to look at him, and got I have a huge crush on him! But don`t mention it to anyone)

2.      Jonathan Toews because I really want to tell him about a million jokes and see him smile because making Captain Serious smile would be like bringing an extinct species back to life. Or something less noteworthy. Whatever.

3.     Steven Stamkos so I can become his best friend and call him Steve, which really pisses him off, but he`ll be such good friends that I won`t notice.  

4.     Jared Staal because he`s the underrated Staal brother and I think he needs some attention. Not dirty attention you perverts. Geez.

5.     Alex Ovechkin just to see whether I could understand him. And I`d wanna hang out and play basketball or something, because it would just be interesting.

There are others, but that's all I can think of for now. Life is cool. Been watching That 70`s Show for the past week. It`s nice. I also watched Miracle. That was good too.  Man, I`m just a jabbering today aren`t I? Night peeps.

              

  

The Things I'm Doing Other Than Homework

So I haven't posted in months, so now I've made a rule that I'll post on every day I don't go to school. Therefore, I will post more often. Yay!

According to that rule, I should also have posted on Tuesday because I got suspended. I wish it was badass, but the punishment was for being late.

Right now, I'm supposed to be writing a four page essay on Timothy Findley's The Wars. Sounds fun eh? NOT!

I'm reading 55 books right now, and I need to read thirteen of them by the New Year or I don't get a badge on my Goodreads page. Ah, the little things in life.

Watching the second season of That 70's Show for about the third time.

Bored, with VIDEOS!

I was Googling George Carlin, because I was watching him on youtube and when I was examining the influenced, I notcied a man named Bill Hicks. Then George mentioned him, so I clicked on his link and found some videos. I likey. He's a little quiet, but it's cool. And yeah, I am this boring in life.

P.S. Biggest is down for a week. Suh-weet!! And I've read like six books in the past five days and I still need to write an essay that was due on Thursday. Oops.

I laugh exactly like he does. I know, freaked me out too. I have to go read other people's blogs now.

A Joke

   You may not realize this, but I'm fucking hilarious. No, it doesn't really matter whether you agree, in my heart I know its true. So it is. Just like that peeps. Magic. 
  So because I'm hilarious, I enjoy a good joke. 
  Here is one. 


A politician dies. He awakes at the Pearly Gates, in front of a slightly confused St. Peter. He asks Pete what's up. 
  Pete replies, "Well sir, you're name is here on the dead list, but it doesn't specify where you're to go. Now I've been thinking and I've decided to let you decide. You can go to either, because you've been a good person through charities you've supported but you've been bad too, being a politician. So, you're gonna spend a day in heaven and a day in hell. Where do you wanna go first?"
   The politician shrugs and says "I guess we'll go down first." So he takes the elevator below. When he arrives and steps out, he is greeted by a glorious sight. An endless expanse of a perfect cut grass makes the most beautiful golf course in existence. Piles of sinful food sends mouth watering scents though the air. Crowded on the tables are bottles of hundred year old whiskey and scotch and champagne. Woman of all shapes and sizes await his every whim. And man! All of his friends are down here. 
   The politician spends the day in absolute ecstasy, drinking and golfing and fucking and hanging with old friends. The day ends and he takes the elevator back up to the gates. Here he enters heaven. It's cool, with harps and angels and shit, and the politician is torn. When the second day ends, St. Peter drags the politician back out to the Pearly Gates. 
  "Alright," Pete says, "which will it be: heaven or hell?"
   "Well I don't know," the politician replies, "hell is, well, hell, and heaven is lovely and all, but hell, man it's got everything! The golf course, the food, the booze, the women and all my buddies. I know it doesn't sound right, but Pete, I think I'm gonna head down to hell.
  St. Peter nods his head and sends the politician back down the elevator. When he arrives at the gates of hell this time, its fire and brimstone and torture and shit. The politician stands there stunned when Lucifer happens to pass by. The politician gets Satan's attention and asks "what the hell is this place? I was here yesterday, and it was nothing like this. Where's the course and the booze and the women? Where'd they go?" 
   Lucifer shrugs, "Yesterday was the campaign. You voted for hell and the election's over."     
  
Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week.
     I got this joke from my grandfather's old friend (the friend isn't old but my grandfather's dead, so technically, its Grandpa's former friend). While out eating tonight, my parents and I overhead him telling this joke to his dinner companion. I thought it was awesome, especially since the friend is a politician. I changed it a bit, mainly because I wasn't paying attention for the first part of the joke and partly because I'm better at telling jokes. Oh modestly, thy name is not mine. 
    Night dorks. 


BTW, the word "ecstasy" was originally capitalized by Blogger. Nice, Blogger. Real nice, you fucking druggie.