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Why my diet coke wasn’t strong enough [and why I’ll hate myself in the morning]

For those of you who read the title and expected a “I got so wasted last night” story, you are sure to be disappointed. In fact, the point of this story, or one of them anyway, is that I didn’t get wasted.

I guess I should start by saying this was not a good day. I woke up late, had a headache and cramps, rode a stuffy, overcrowded bus to a class where I had to take a quiz in a language that is not my native tongue, found out that I had forgotten about [and thus gotten a zero on] three assignments for the same foreign language class, realized I had at least nine hours of homework left for one class [from this point on referred to as the class of deepest evil] that is due in two days, realized I had twice as much to do in another class as I thought I did, my friend from high school came over [which was nice, but stressful], and I had to go to a party.

Firstly, my friend from high school is not someone I hang out with often. She parties a little harder than I do, and she’s a little older, and I always find myself trying to impress her. I made dinner, which stressed me out amid the rush of homework, and she came over to eat. We always get to chatting, and, being the very open person that I am, I over share. I don’t know if it’s that I don’t like being an open book or that I don’t like sharing everything with her at some times and nothing with her at others, but it left a twisty feeling in my stomach.

And then there was this party, where my diet coke was just not strong enough to make my day okay.

I don’t say this because I support drinking after a long day, because really, I don’t think alcohol is the way to go for emotional support. I say this, because I was a baby at this party. A baby. I had one of those freshman flashback moments where my eyes got all big and my heart fluttered and I’m sure I sounded like I was about twelve, looking around saying, “is everybody drinking?” [They were.]

There were girls from my work and their friends everywhere in this fairly small apartment, and it was warm, and there were wine bottles, not everywhere, but around.

And if the diet coke I clutched in my hand throughout most of the night had been a little stronger maybe I wouldn’t have been quite so awkward and freshman-esque.

If anyone who actually went to this party reads this, or for those of you who care, don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed myself, really, but I left feeling thoroughly and emotionally drained.

I am sure [even though deep down a shred of self-confidence contradicts me] that no one at that party really needed me there. All of three people knew my name, and I sat, gawky, like a geek at cheer tryouts, feeling blessed whenever anyone shot a sympathetic glance my way.

I did chat a bit, mingle, talk to some of the girls that I knew a little. It was pretty casual, which helped, and I did know a few of the girls. It was fun, but I’m just so tired.

Which, now that I mention it, is why I will hate myself in the morning. Because it’s 1:30 in the morning, I have to be awake in 6 hours, and I’m blogging. *sigh*


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Cliche Day: Don’t judge a book by its cover

We’ve all been told not to judge a book by its cover. But have you ever really thought about what happens when we judge, particularly in the case of other people? I have, but obviously not enough.
So, when I was walking to class this morning and I caught myself seriously judging another girl for the way she was dressed, I took a step back.
Here I was, looking at this girl, and I assumed from what I could see of her, from the back of her head, that we could never be friends.
She was wearing a unitard, a body suit that started like a tank top and traveled all the way down to her ankles, and a sheer black shirt. She had on animal print heels, and her hair was bright pink and blue. I looked at her, and the first thought through my mind was, “I do not agree with your life choices, ma’am.”
And maybe I don’t, but I have no way to know that just from her outfit and dye job. She could be a perfectly lovely person, helping children from impoverished nations and volunteering at animal shelters, or she could be horrible, I have no way to know.
I don’t point this out so that you all will think I’m a bad, judgey person, but so that you will take a second next time you judge someone. Because we all do it.
I realize that if she had turned around and taken a good look at me, she probably wouldn’t have loved what she saw either. She may not understand why I’m wearing a swishy, flowery dress, or why on earth I would want to keep my hair brown and curly. She may think that my eye makeup looks ridiculous, or wearing flip flops when you could be wearing something that shows a little flair is a sin. She probably would have thought everything about me, from my pedicured toes to my hands, clutching my iPhone, to my curls, was ridiculous.
But there I go assuming again.

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Teen Screens: ‘The Mortal Instruments

Teen Screens: ‘The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones’ successfully translates to the big screen – The Red and Black : Variety.

This movie is AWESOME…there’s really no other way to say it.

My review, on the Red & Black newspaper website, is also pretty great.

So, if you read the review (which you really really should) you’ll get the gist of what I thought about the movie, and the very fact that I’m blogging frantically means that I LOVED the book (and Cassandra Clare, and every word she’s ever written). So I won’t just rewrite my review, but I will hit some high points I didn’t get to.

Clary’s mom ROCKS. When she is kidnapped by Valentine’s goons, which we don’t get an actual description of in the book due to limited perspective, she puts up a hell of a fight.

Simon, played by Robert Sheehan, is HOT. In a geeky, adorable, sweet way. Jace (played by Jamie Campbell Bower) is attractive too, but he was supposed to be. Sheehan took me by surprise.

Magnus looks perfect, but I wanted a little more sass from him. He’s supposed to be flamboyant and debonair and sassy.


I mean he DOES have ego issues, but he has deeper motives in the book than in the movie.

BUT, aside from Valentine’s horrible shortcomings, and some general deviations from the plot of the book (which make me wonder how sequels will work) the movie is great, the casting is great, and I’m in sickly, dreamy, fangirl love.

Read the article (pretty please). Read the book (if your life is sad and you haven’t read it yet). Watch the movie. Love life.


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City of Bones (Preview)


There’s more to come on this subject on Saturday, but let’s just say that if you haven’t seen The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones yet, GO NOW! (and if you haven’t read the book yet well then shame on you. educate yourself)

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This is your afternoon :) enjoy

You’re in Athens, GA. The streets are narrow and crowded, and you’re driving your “great college car,” dubbed so by your friends because the power locks don’t work and the clear coat is chipping, which really is a great college car. It’s sturdy (except for the front bumper) and reliable, and cute enough. And it’s name is Batman the Dragon, so there.

So, you’re driving, and you drive right past the little coffee shop you’ve heard so much about. And you turn around.

That sounds simple, turning around, but it isn’t. You get honked at as you circle in a market parking lot, and you end up driving behind the building, but you get out okay, no worse for wear other than a bit of stress. You see this coffee shop, so quaint and warm looking, and then you see the tiny, minuscule, ridiculously small driveway that you’ll have to traverse in order to get to their parking lot.

So you steal yourself, take a deep breath, and you and batman the dragon squeeze into the tiny gravel back lot, packed with other “great college cars” belonging to kids just like you, meeting a friend, doing their homework, or getting their caffeine fix (sometimes all three). You find a spot (after much frustrating maneuvering), and step out of the car, clutching a novel like it will protect you, because, if you’re honest, you’re a little nervous.

You’ve never been to 2 Story Coffee House before, and you’re by yourself, and to be quite frank, even though you are technically a Sophomore, going into new places alone brings back the panicky feeling of the first day of freshman year.

But you take a deep breath, walk up the stairs to the back door, past an intellectual looking couple who is SO judging you for your deer-in-the-headlights expression, and inside, where the coffee smell hits you.

You’d like to believe that the coffee smell eases your anxiety, but it’s not so. The coffee house appears to have been a home in a former life, and is a bit convoluted, filled with rooms and stairs and students, who, like the couple outdoors, you are SURE can see your fear.

But another deep breath, and you step up to the counter, where a reassuringly friendly coffee guy and an obvious regular advise you to just try the coffee this time, nothing too fancy. So you do. And then you answer “both” when the nice coffee guy asks if you want cream or milk, and he has to repeat himself because you were expecting cream or sugar…

and then you stand there, expecting to be handed coffee until the same nice guys tells you that if you find a place to sit he’ll bring you your coffee when it’s ready.

So you wander about five feet away, really too scared to go much farther, not sure if there are rules for what rooms are for who or what uses. But you find a small table, and, even though you have to pee very badly, you wait, because you don’t want to miss it when your coffee is ready.

Finally your coffee comes, and you go to the bathroom, but it’s full, so you sugar your coffee instead, spilling in the process, fumbling, flustered.

Finally you’re settled at a table with your coffee, and your reading assignment for creative writing (your favorite class), and you let the coffee smell and the beautiful words on the page and the pleasantly familiar 90’s music playing in the background lull you back into a sense of contentment.

It’s alright. You have coffee, and confidence, and you are strong. A coffee house is nothing to be afraid of. You can handle this.

And then you realize that other people feel this way too, flustered and awkward, the first time they go new places by themselves. Some even avoid sitting alone at a cafe at all costs just for this reason. So then you feel a little proud, because you did it. All alone.

And then you blog about it.

And smile.

And go back to your assignment, and write the best damn piece your creative writing professor has ever seen.


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Unwind, Unwholly….Neal Shusterman is my hero

Unwind (novel)

Unwind (novel) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Because these two books are WONDERFUL. I LOVED Unwind when I read it in high school…twice, and I just finished Unwholly. Shusterman creates these beautiful characters who draw me in and pluck my heartstrings and keep me up until the wee hours of the night.

In a world where the solution to the controversy of abortion is the ability to unwind, meaning to surgically dismantle while technically keeping all of your parts alive, unwanted children between the ages of 13 and 18, AWOLS are kids who escaped after their parents signed the unwind orders.

Connor is awesome. Risa is…just beautiful. Lev is complicated and surprisingly young, and Cam…. Cam is a new, confusing, enrapturing character I can’t get enough of. I NEED the next book. SO MUCH!

Read it.



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Summer’s over D:

So I can’t deny it anymore, summer is officially over. Today was my first day of classes (and they went great by the way) and now it’s time to officially post how successful the summer reading list went! So here goes! I read: 
  1. Delirium by Lauren Oliver- I loved this book. I just didn’t get into the second one good, but I will give it another go.
  2. Enclave by Ann Aguirre- finished! Loved it! The second one is in my possession.
  3. Walking Disaster by Jamie McGuire- Mmmmm just mmmm. Delicious.
  4. Easy by Tammara Webber- also delicious
  5. Cinder by Marissa Meyer – first book to keep me up to 3am this summer! This was pretty great.
  6. Scarlet by Marissa Meyer- the second in the Cinder series. Also faboo.
  7. Dark Life by Dan Wells
  8. Rip Tide by Dan Wells –  Both of these were really good! I want the third!
  9. Unwholly by Neal Shusterman- I. Am. Dying….Halfway through as I’m typing this.

I didn’t read:

    1. Outpost (Enclave #2) by Ann Aguirre- I have it! I just haven’t read it yet!
      summer reading, Outpost, Shannon Adams, Sharing Stories
      Outpost by Ann Aguirre
    2. Pandemonium (Delirium #2) by Lauren Oliver
      Delirium cover by Lauren Oliver
      Delirium cover by Lauren Oliver
    3. Reqium (Delirium #3) by Lauren Oliver- I have this one too…
    4. End the Fed by Ron Paul- the boyfriend added this one to my list… I’m sorry babe….
    5. Carnival of Souls by Melissa Marr- It’s next!
    6. Partials by Dan Wells- never got a hold of it. Still on the list.
      Cover of "The Bar Code Tattoo"
      Cover of The Bar Code Tattoo
    7. The Eleventh Plague by Jeff Hirsch
    8. The Bar Code Tattoo by Suzanne Wey
    9. Reached by Ally Condie (and the two before this, Matched and Crossed)
    10. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Larsson -Highly recommended by one of my best friends
    11. Obsidian (Lux #1) by Jennifer L. Armentrout
    12. Unearthly (Unearthly #1) by Cynthia Hand

So all in all, I think I had a fairly successful reading summer. Let me know what else I need to add to my list of books to read, and tell me if you’ve read any of the ones that are already on there!

Happy end of summer!!

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