Walk this way

Well, it appears that someone thinks I update my blog about as quickly as a snail, so tonight, we shall be fixing that problem. Are you ready?

(By the way, that person aforementioned will remain nameless, for what ever reason.)



(It was Heather.)

Aaaaaaaaaaanyway, blog. Blog blog blog. Ok, well let's start with what a blog is. Something that you write little thoughts and quips, and sometimes large rants and epic stories. But do you do it to release those darn tempestuous thought drifting through your cranium, or do you write in hopes that someone will read it and comment and make you feel like you are more than just a subatomic particle in a grain of sand on an infinite beach? (Thank you, Calvin, for providing that extended metaphor.)

I for example are in it just to see how it looks in front of my eyes rather than behind them. I think I plan on doing stuff like this for a living, so why not get some practice in?

So now we know what a blog is. Sort of.

Ok let's move on. I mean, this blog is kind of a tour of my life, so we have to keep it moving, right? Yeah. So, I am currently addicted to Facebook, which, if you think about it, is possibly the lamest addiction ever because Facebook is so ridiculously stupid. I hate that my entire day can go down the tubes if I dont get at least two notifications, a message, heck, maybe even a friend request, before breakfast. It's kind of running my free time schedule. Social networking just got personal.

Alright, people, lets look at books. This summer I read a multitude. Touch me. Yeah, at first I read Freakonimics, and ehh, it was no walk in the park. Unless that park was just full of boring grass with no sign of an enormous awesome playground anywhere. And then I read Speak, cuz I like that book and its one of my sister's summer reads. Took me about two days. And then there was a space around mid June where I am drawing a blank, I must not have read anything. And then came the tackling of The Things They Carried. Not an epic, but strong enough to keep me fueled til the end. My favorite part was when the sweet little American girl comes over and gets metaphorically consumed by the fever of war. Delightfully haunting.

And then there was this time around late June/early July that I just had a hankerin for some Artemis Fowl, so naturally I read all six. And as everybody knows, the sixth one was a disapointment. I just bought the seventh one, and wouldn't you know it, it is proving to be nothing more than another ongoing monologue that buries itself in its own fragile story lines and plot twists, and takes you along with it. Maybe the last 150 pages will redeem the first. Sigh. Books 1-5 were so good.

Oh, lets not forget the fireside masterpiece, The Lord of the Rings. Yes, I am finally trying extra hard to tackle the Fellowship. I have tried in the past, but have given up due to lack of either maturity or interest. But this time I am determined. The movies are just far too incredible not to read the books.

I think I have to stop here.