forever if.

Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:27:00 -0500

This one is a heavenly-looking young man. He’s tall and muscled like a swimmer or a statue by Michelangelo. No, not a statue, nothing so mundane, so common, as a mere masterpiece. More like its inspiration.

— Cynthia Leitich Smith, “Eternal”

OH SNAP, SMEYER.

It's tragedy when the morning cries and you don't know why

Wed, 03 Mar 2010 13:35:00 -0500

I bought Cynthia Leitich Smith’s Eternal today. It was sealed and I couldn’t take a peek, but… “A fallen angel; A vampire princess; Can their love be ~ETERNAL”. TELL ME THAT DOESN’T SOUND PROMISING.

Then I went home, opened the wrap and -

I may be heaven-sent, but I’m not perfect.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT PERFECT, YOU STUPID GODMADE ANGEL. STRIKE ONE.

I watch my girl slip the oversize Dallas Cowboys T-shirt over her pink bikini panties and turn in for the night.

WHAT’S THE SETTING, THE PLAYBOY MANSION? STRIKE TWO.

That sounds perverted, I know. But I’ve always watched her dress, undress, shower, and bathe.

DO ASSUAGE MY HORROR BY SHARING MORE OF YOUR VOYEURISTIC ACTIVITIES. STRIKESTRIKESTRIKESTRIKE. SEE WHAT YOU’VE DONE, STEPHENIE MEYER, SEE WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO POP CULTURE.

Then there was that one blessed weekend last August when the air conditioner broke. She spent a full day in bed, buck naked, reading Tolkien under the ceiling fan.

A BLESSED WEEKEND? A BLESSED WEEKEND?? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SUPPOSED INDIFFERENCE, YOU SLIMY LITTLE WINGED SEX FIEND. PLUS, CLASSIC CASE OF “PLEASE DON’T THINK MY CHARACTER IS A BRAINLESS SLUT; LOOK, SHE READS *INSERT BOOK BY DEAD AUTHOR*!”.

WHAT. IS. THIS.

HOW CAN SO MUCH FAIL BE IN HALF A PAGE. COMPREHENSION ERROR ERROR ERROR.

*crawls back to Meg Cabot*

Edit: Smith is “regarded as an expert in Children’s Literature by the press” (Wikipedia, 2010). WHAT IS THIS UNIVERSE THAT I’VE WOKEN UP IN.

"On crystal sand we sleep, hand-in-hand, while soothing words hover like hummingbirds."

Tue, 02 Mar 2010 12:36:48 -0500

“On crystal sand we sleep, hand-in-hand, while soothing words hover like hummingbirds.”

- Owl City // Early Birdie

EPIC IS EPIC. (AND I KAYAK’ED. TO AN ISLAND, OH YES I...

Fri, 26 Feb 2010 08:34:00 -0500

EPIC IS EPIC.

(AND I KAYAK’ED. TO AN ISLAND, OH YES I DID.)

Mom: Didn't you notice they were missing?

Fri, 12 Feb 2010 08:50:36 -0500

Mom: Didn't you notice they were missing?
Me: What, the bars?
Mom: No, the bars.

"I cannot refuse your eyes; please don’t look at me tonight."

Sat, 06 Feb 2010 14:50:11 -0500

“I cannot refuse your eyes; please don’t look at me tonight.”

- Maroon 5 // Until You’re Over Me

Unknown number: Hi I am liking you. You me friends? Plis? I like u very much. U like flower belinda. U my favorite flower. We friends?

Mon, 01 Feb 2010 09:56:02 -0500

Unknown number: Hi I am liking you. You me friends? Plis? I like u very much. U like flower belinda. U my favorite flower. We friends?
Me: Veenah, I will cut you!

Wherever he lay his hat was his home

Sun, 31 Jan 2010 13:01:00 -0500

Tomorrow is my dad’s birthday and yesterday, he made me agree to bake him a cake so this afternoon, I cracked the eggs and my mom made him a lemon cake, lmao.

And since my mom had everything out, we made chocolate chip cookies too \o/. She was all, “they’re going to be huge” when I was scooping dough out onto the baking sheet, so I said, “then let’s have four per sheet”, and she said, “we’ll be baking ‘til the next morning if we did that; just leave it at nine”.

So they came out of the oven looking like Carrefour’s potato buns and I had to break them apart with a fork, but whatever, they tasted so gooood.

Slurp.

Haaaaaapy birthday, daddy ♥.

Leaving Cheyenne (1962)

Mon, 25 Jan 2010 08:57:01 -0500

“All right,” I said. “Hold your horses. I don’t want to be poor. But you can not want to be poor and still not care whether you’re rich or not.”

“Yes, and them’s the kind of people that never accomplish nothing,” he said. “They’re just damn mediocre. If you’re gonna try at all, you ought to try for something big.”

LARRY MCMURTRY

"Summer hums heavy now; still, you bolded all your best words so they’d have something to wrap..."

Wed, 13 Jan 2010 13:14:57 -0500

“Summer hums heavy now; still, you bolded all your best words so they’d have something to wrap their mouths around.”

- Matt Nathanson // Pretty the World

Lonesome Dove. It deserves its own post. EPICCCCC.

Mon, 11 Jan 2010 08:04:00 -0500

Lonesome Dove.

It deserves its own post.

EPICCCCC.

Photo

Mon, 11 Jan 2010 05:11:00 -0500

When you came in the air went out

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 14:54:00 -0500

I’m reading Lonesome Dove but because my traitorous fingers slutted it up with Google five minutes ago, I found out that Augustus hung Jake Spoon WAY BEFORE AUGUSTUS HUNG JAKE SPOON.

I finished House, season 5, with my mom today, but I ALSO knew sex with Cuddy was going to happen and consequently that it was a hallucination because ~~GOOGLE~~ SATAN TOLD ME SO. Then I had to pretend that I totes hadn’t seen it coming while my mom was all “OMG WHAAAT”. My fingers make unrepentant sinners.

Oops, I hope I didn’t spoil anyone. But according to sources, I’m so slow the earth had darn went spun out under me, so everyone should’ve already known Augustus hung Jake Spoon and sex with Cuddy wasn’t sex with Cuddy and that dear, sweet George O’Malley… *psychotic breakdown*

Also, I read Max (James Patterson) and last few pages, they had a preview of the manga version of the series AND MAX WAS STANDING AT THE WINDOW IN A SPAGHETTI TOP AND PANTIES. WHEN J. PATZ SPENDS LIKE, EVERY 5 PAGES IN THE NOVEL REMINDING US THAT MAX IS A TOMBOY IN DIRTY JEANS AND SMELLY TEES. Then I remembered that manga is a pseudonym for little boy porn, where girls have Pam-Anderson breasts, Cathie-Jung waists, and eyes the size of my grandma’s dinner plates. Boys of questionable gender and floppy purple hair may also be present. DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, YOU KNOW THIS MUCH IS TRUE.

I’m aware that there are people out there doing body shots while I’m sitting here, pecking at the keyboard in my pajamas. I’m so boring it’s boring, omg.

P.S. Not that I think people getting ass-drunk is the epitome of coolness, future kids of mine. OMG I AM BORING AND A PRUDE. I’M A BORING PRUDE.

"Hallelujah ripped through my veins; heard the hammer drop my blood in the rain."

Sat, 02 Jan 2010 06:32:00 -0500

“Hallelujah ripped through my veins; heard the hammer drop my blood in the rain.”

- Mat Kearney // Won’t Back Down

Where the lovelight gleams

Thu, 24 Dec 2009 08:07:00 -0500

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays, everyone! I’m excited for the Christmas movies tomorrow *jiggle*. Hallmark, don’t fail me.

I accompanied my mother to the court on Tuesday, and witnessed stupidity in the form of a defense lawyer. But like every occupation, there’s the red wine and there’s the diluted grape juice, so I won’t judge.

I just had fried eggs with ketchup; so good I forgot my name. Burp.

(MY LOVE FOR GINGERBREAD IS GREAT.)

What my friends are for

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 07:46:00 -0500

Me: Tureturelu!
Marina: ... You did that just to have an excuse to touch your BlackBerry didn't you...

"He’s built a pretty cage, his shows on a beautiful stage, with candy coated prison bars and..."

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 02:50:05 -0500

“He’s built a pretty cage, his shows on a beautiful stage, with candy coated prison bars and chains that look like jewelry.”

- Lifehouse // Fairytales Sandcastles

Will you be my love among the fields of barley?

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 05:41:00 -0500

I watched A Christmas Carol the other day in 3D. HA HA HA HA HA COME CLOSER. HA HA HA HA HA TAKE MY ROBE. HA HA HA HA HA. HA HA HA HA. The snow was pretty though.

David Archuleta covered Five For Fighting’s The Riddle (You and I) ♥! That song’s second on my iTunes Top 25. Right after Paris Hilton’s Nothing In This World, HA HA HA HA.

Weather’s really hot today (and yesterday). Late last night I opened my bathroom door and got hit in the face by this wall of heat, no exaggeration.

Psstt. Who’s going to, um, watch New Moon and wouldn’t mind me tagging along? HA HA HA HA *headdesk*.

Photo

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 05:39:49 -0500

I woke up early to baby blue eyes from the fire

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:24:00 -0500

So… I can do anything I want right now! Without having to look over my shoulder for any signs of a deadline! And that really ought to come accompanied by some kind of wow but I’m getting nothing, even after a week (it doesn’t take away from the exciting times ahead though, mind you, EXCITING TIMES! \o/). I think it’s probably because I’ve always done whatever anyway; the length of my attention span has never complemented my super-ego’s priorities, ~~lmao~~. /o\

In other failures, I still haven’t gotten off my ass to go put up the Christmas tree. This current situation is very similar to last year’s, whereupon the outcome was the unfortunate absence of a fake fir tree on the merry morn of December 25th. Am I witnessing the birth of an overdetermined plot? D: Here, have 2007’s tree.