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Okay so I’ve been trying to figure out what to write about pretty much ever since that last post, and I couldn’t really make up my mind until I finished reading Perks of Being a Wallflower.

Which, after I spent about 12 hours fangirling and coming down from that I-just-read-an-amazing-book high, left me thinking about how some books are good, and others are life-changing.

So I’ve decided to give you guys a smallish list of books that have profoundly affected my life and the way I look at the world, They’re not in any particular order, nor is this all of them (not even close) just the ones sitting in the front of my brain.


  1. Perks of Being a Wallflower by Peter Chbosky

I figured since this was the book that started this post it should come first. It was really profound. I fell in love with the characters, the style, and the story from the moment I picked it up. It was just beautiful.

Favorite quotes:

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”

“I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.”

“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”

Also, the poem, and really the whole damn book is quotable, it’s fucking beautiful.

I feel like what I got from this book was to embrace the moments, to be earnest with my feelings and actions, and to love the life I have.


2. The Picture of Dorian Gray By Oscar Wilde

I’d like to add that this is and has been my favorite book ever since I read it, almost four years ago, and that is an astonishing record for me. I’m a slut for Oscar Wilde and I sincerely wish I could have a conversation with him, you know, if he wasn’t dead. I feel like this book is ridiculously quotable, fun to read, and has real depth under neath the many layers of fabulousness.

Favorite quotes:

“The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.”

“Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world’s original sin. If the cave-man had known how to laugh, History would have been different.”

“Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.”

“Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.”

“I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.”

“Some things are more precious because they don’t last long.”

“Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is by far the best ending for one.”

Also, the entire fucking book is just one massive pile of beautiful, charming, horrible, quotes from a beautiful, cynical, miserable, man. It was utterly breathtaking and reminded me that there are more important things than being beautiful, clever, and popular. And that in the end it’s better to be honest with yourself and the people you love.


3. Hamlet by If I need to tell you, why are you reading this???

Obviously this is a play not a book, but I love it tremendously so it has to be included. People say Shakespeare is hard to read, I feel like its more hard to start reading, and then once you do it’s hard to stop. Also this is my favorite Shakespeare anything.

Favorite Quotes:

“Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.” –also probably my favorite quote of all time.

“This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.”

“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”

“Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.”

“Listen to many, speak to a few.”

I feel like the romance between Hamlet and Ophelia is only tied between the love of Annabel Lee and the speaker for best romance of all time. Look at that first quote, just look at it, it’s beautiful and sweet and sad and dreamy, pretty much the whole play is. Hamlet served as a reminder to do what I believe is right, and to say what’s on my mind.


4. Impulse by Ellen Hopkins

I’m also a slut for Ellen Hopkins, her writing style, her stories, they’re always so sad and touching and raw and real. This is one of the first books of hers that I read, and it’s stayed my favorite. Probably because I find it the easiest to identify with, I feel like Vanessa was written for me, and they’re all in a mental hospital.

Favorite Quotes:

“Grandma once told me it’s easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.”

“One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don’t have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake faces.” An accurate description of highschool Life.

“It [death] chokes you, gags you, but you have to pretend that you’re doing just fine, not trembling with this fear because the end is close.”

“Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?”

This book isn’t happy, it doesn’t have a happy ending, and there’s very little fluff to distract you from how horrible it is. But it was the first book I ever read that had characters who were depressed. It was novel for me to know that there were enough people who felt the way I do everyday that somebody would write a book about them. It also taught me to keep going, that it’s worth it to keep working, and that ending it all solves nothing.


5. Furiously Happy by Jenny Lawson 

This isn’t a novel or a story like the rest of them, it basically read like a collection of posts from her blog, which I adore, so it was totally awesome. (Only decent Best present my in-laws ever bought me) She alternates between talking about her life as a funny awesome mom person, and coping with severe depression and a host of other mental issues.

Favorite Quotes/Chapters:

“Don’t sabotage yourself. There are plenty of other people willing to do that for free.”

“Don’t make the same mistakes that everyone else makes. Make wonderful mistakes. Make the kind of mistakes that make people so shocked that they have no other choice but to be a little impressed.”

“I AM GOING TO BE FURIOUSLY HAPPY, OUT OF SHEER SPITE.” (How I’ve decided to approach life from here on out.)

“I can’t think of another type of illness where the sufferer is made to feel guilty and question their self-care when their medications need to be changed.”

“Normal is boring. Weird is better. Goats are awesome, but only in small quantities.”


Furiously Happy, Dangerously Sad

Pretend your Good at it

George Washington’s Dildo

An Essay on Parsley, Wasabi, Cream Cheese, and Soup

We’re Better Than Galileo, Because He’s Dead. (specifically the spoon theory)

Well at Least Your Nipples are covered. ( I read this at Josh, I have noticed a slight improvement in compliment sincerity, I feel like this is a magical chapter)

And It Might be Easier, But It Wouldn’t Be Better. (This basically felt like what Josh is always trying to say but can never get out right.)

This book was ridiculously funny, gave me new insight into dealing with my shitload of crazy, and is the only thing I’ve ever read about depression that didn’t make me feel more depressed after I read it. I laughed and cried, out loud, like audibly, like it invoked a physical reaction in me. And it was a beautiful reminder that we’re not alone, we’re not broken, and in some ways, we have the potential to be even more awesome than the normal people. Seriously, if you’ve ever struggled with depression read this, or her blog, either or, both are awesome Cx

Anywhore sorry this is so long, believe it or not I cut a lot out, but these are the stories that touched my soul. They changed the way I view the world, the way I cope with life, the way I look at myself and others. I hope if you read them you feel the same way, or at least find them enjoyable.



More Book Stooffs

I swear! Galit always finds the best tags -.-

This time it’s another book-nerdy one. Because I feel like a lazy little shit for not posting, but I melted my brain somewhere towards the last two paragraphs of my finals that I submitted roughly an hour before they were do. *awards self with master procrastinator badge.*


Would you rather…

Read only trilogies or stand alones?

Honestly, I’d rather read stand alones. I have a problem stopping a book even if I don’t like it, so if it’s a stand-alone I’m only reading one bad book instead of three.

Read only male or female authors? Hmm while most of the regular, every day books I pick up are written by female authors (Sucker for the paranormal romance genre here.) All of my favorites seem to be written by dudelies. So with Scott Westerfield being the tie breaker, I’m breaking the pattern here and saying male.

Shop at bookshops or online?

Oh god, I love book stores but I think I have to say online, just so that I can afford more!

All books become movies or t.v. shows?

Neither? I’ve seen very very few (read, none.) books that I thought they really nailed on screen. That being said, t.v. shows because most of my favorite anime are adapted from manga. And I feel it gives the creators more time to delve into the plot and all the little details that make books awesome.

Read 5 pages per day or 5 books per week?

Ideally 5 books a week, though I think my daughter might end up starving to death if I did ^.^

Be a professional reviewer or author?

Being a professional reviewery person, I’m not much of a writer but I feel that I read enough to really know when a book is well written, and I think I’m pretty decent at politely saying when something sucks.

Only read your top 20 favorite books over and over or always read new ones that you haven’t read before?

Whoever thought this up, I hate you. This is bad. bad bad bad. But since an answer is required, I’m going with always new ones because, duh. *Plus* most of my favorites are classics so I could probably find some decent adaptations/abridged- type things

Be a librarian or bookseller?

Librarian, I just love the vibe good libraries give off and I feel my social anxiety would be better suited to the more relaxed and subdued setting of a library vs a place like BAM where it seems like they never have enough employees to get everything done.

Only read your favorite genre, or every genre except your favorite?

Only my favorite, I’m a picky little shit so I don’t think I would handle being banned from my paranormals very well.

Only read physical books or eBooks?

Phhhhhttttttfffffshhhhhhh I’m avidly anti-e-reader so again, duh. I’ll just through my book in my bag if I want to read while I’m out. True story:  one time my parents dragged me to a huge picnic/bbq/party that I didn’t want to go to so I sat in a corner and read hitchhikers guide to the galaxy until we left and refused to speak.

Whoever’s tagged because that’s how tags work. ^.^


Further proof that I’m a bad person. Plus, miley cyrus doesn’t count as a celebrity…or you know, a human being.

You Know What Fuck IT I LIED!!!!!

I’ll keep linking thursday video’s as long as I goddamn want to! Hopefully that link will work, It’s not done uploading yet. But really it’s just the easiest way to sum up the day I’ve had. Plus a bunch of people told me they like my videos so if you don’t then NYAHHH you can just go suck a rattlesnake penis. *shrugs* maybe a cobra if that’s what you’re more into.

I will say one thing.

I’ve purchased a red lipstick. Well to be technically accurate Josh said he wanted me to buy some makeupies for myself while we were grocery shopping so I threw it in the cart and he payed for it….

And I LOVE IT! Words can not describe the adoration I feel for this color! I like it enough to bother re-applying it after I’m done kissing the smidglet! (Bonus: She gets bright red kissy lips all over her tiny baby face!)

It brings out my inner badass XD

But seriously, I had no idea a color could be such a confidence boost!


With red lips,

I could actually go outside.

I can talk to people on the phone.


I’m Invincible ^.^

*Strikes wonder woman pose complete with blanket cape, wait did she have a cape? I honestly never liked her so I can’t remember* Oh god….

But Yes. I feel quite sassehhh

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Look, I even selfied! That’s how wretchedly confident I feel right now!

Ah well I’m done for now, I shall speak at ye later. Bai


Ps. Sam I sawed that nomnomination and shall get around to it post-soonish!

The Ultimate Book Tag :D

stealing this from Galit at Coffee n’ Notes (hopefully that link worked somebody tell me if it didn’t!)

I’m doing a tag because the smidge is sick and clingy, but I still wanted to post something. So, awesome fun tag.

1. Do you get sick while reading in the car?

Yes, but it rarely stops me if I have something I want to finish! I usually can get lost in the story enough to not notice until I put it down or spend a few hours on it, but I always end up paying for it later ^.^

2. Which author’s writing style is completely unique to you and why?

Hmmm I really like Ellen Hopkins style with the prose and building images out of paragraphs, so probably that.

3. Harry Potter Series or the Twilight Saga? Give 3 points to defend your answer.

Oh god don’t kill me. Twilight. *cringes* 1st point: I’ve never read Harry Potter. Yup. When I was little I wasn’t allowed to, something about wizards or badmouthing adults? I’m still not sure… And then afterwards I just.. Don’t have much interest. I think there are better things out there and I love peoples faces when I say I’m a nerd, or I like to read, but I haven’t read Harry Potter. They all seem to just completely lose their shit! XD

2. Twilight is just a level of bad that turns funny, I take it as a joke, so it’s funny. And I laugh. Unintentionally funny is still funny.

3…. I don’t really have a 3rd point. I mean, I could say vampires. But twilight doesn’t have any real vampires anyway. Besides Jasper. Who is badass.

4. Do you carry a book bag? If so, what is in it (besides books…)?

Umm Sortof? My diaperbag/purse/it’s actually a backpack usually has a book or two shoved in the bottom. It’s fucking heavy.

5. Do you smell your books?

Does anyone not? Like seriously. It’s 79% of the reason I’m anti-e-readers. Because mmmmmmmmm *feel free to interpret that as either fangirl, or sexual ^.^*

6. Books with or without little illustrations?

I can handle a few, but too many and it starts to feel patronizing. I liked the illustrations in the series of unfortunate events, and the edge chronicles, if that helps illustrate *teehee* where my threshold is.

7. What book did you love while reading but discovered later it wasn’t quality writing?

Redwall. Like any after the first three. *DON’T STAB ME* If you disagree with me look at all of them collectively and tell me they aren’t all exactly the same rehashed plot with the same battley maneuvers and plot devices. Still love them though<3 I seem to remember his Flying Dutchman ones as being better….

8. Do you have any funny stories involving books from your childhood? Please share!

Hmm um maybe when I was ten and tried to read Romeo and Juliet but had to quit because it was too goddamn stupid. (an opinion I still largely maintain. The only way I can enjoy it is by remembering that it’s satire.)

9. What is the thinnest book on your shelf?

The Importance of Being Earnest counts right? If not, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, both of which I loved<3

10. What is the thickest book on your shelf?

I think it’s The Complete Fiction By H. P. Lovecraft 1098 pages. <– I think this might be my answer too! other contenders are the complete works of Shakespeare, Poe, or Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy which is a little thinner but in tiny print.

11. Do you write as well as read? Do you see yourself in the future as being an author?

I’m not really much of a writer, I enjoy it when I do, but I don’t think I’m very good at it. This blog is about as deep into it as I go…. Although when I was about 14 I had some emo poetry that wasn’t completely terrible, and a few that I continue to maintain were goodish.

12. When did you get into reading?

Hmm my mum read to me when I was little, all my best childhood memories are of us reading together. So probably 3 although I was 5 before I sat through an entire chapter book, and started reading thicker books on my own.

13. What is your favorite classic book?

Does it have to be a book, or do plays count? I honestly usually prefer classic plays…. Ummmm The Picture of Dorian Grey, or Dracula. My plays include most things Shakespeare or Wilde, and I’m madly in love with Poe’s The Oval Portrait.

Oh and I liked The Yellow Wallpaper by somebody. It sent shivers down my spine trying to figure out if she was crazy or not! but I’m not sure if that counts as a classic…..

Latest youtubial adventure here (marchish haul and just me acting like a little weirdo.)


Mehhh O.O

So I’ve been all busiful, and have probably not been replying to comments in a prompt manner of posting much lately. But let me see…. Last post was thursdayy. Since then, I went to the Dr, Josh came home, I started anti-depressants, celebrated Smidgets 1st birthday(the actual bday is tomorrow, holy fuck, I just got really old.) And am now yet again doing weeks worth of homework three hours before it’s do. (actually, about half a week and I’m done with one class I’m just taking a break before I finish up.)

So to start at the beginning:

Dr’s visit wasssss I don’t know. Not nearly as scary as I thought it would be, but depressing in it’s own way. My Dr was really nice, totally believed me with the symptoms, and offered helpful suggestions for ways to get out of the house as well as a prescription for a low-dose anti-depressant. As far as getting out of the house, she was being nice but I don’t really want to get away from smidgey, she makes me happy. And she’s small enough that when I want to go somewhere I just take her with me.

But it was depressing because I had every single symptom on the check-list (You know how they ask you if you have a cough or a runny nose when you go in for a regular visit? They have one of those for depressed people apparently) So yes, my low mood is interfering with my daily life, I think about killing/hurting myself on a daily basis, I have a continual pervasive low mood, and difficulty enjoying things that make me happy. But what was really weird is some stuff that I just assumed was normal. Like low self-worth, low self-esteem, and negative body image? I mean. I’ve been operating under the impression that that’s something everyone feels all the time, my entire life. Is that weird? Like some people actually like themselves? O.o MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIEEEEEEEEEEE Dammit. But now that I think about it…. most of my negative self-image and stuff does typically tie into my being depressed. And on days that I don’t want to die because I feel like a worthless waste of oxygen I’m actually fairly confident…

Anywayyyy Yea, so after I went and filled my new perscription Josh came home and we’ve been attacking each other like bunnies pretty much ever since (I care not, if I offend you with my lewd display of TMI-ness) which has been super awesome because month-long dry spells suck ass. Plus you know, my bff is back and we can talk and cuddle and I’ve been watching him play Infamous, Second Son which is hellaaaaaaa (forgive me for that, I know it was painful for me to even type) awesome. Like if I didn’t suck ass at video games I would play it 24/7. And I’m going to try to get him to whisper challenge with me soon, but we have a lot of shit we need to accomplish so it might be another longish while before I get it all done.

And I survived a social event that took place in my home! with both my in-laws and my family! And I’m not dead! It was kindof funny because I could tell that Josh and my dad were both keeping an eye on me to see if I was about to freak out, they’re pretty much the only ones who understand how much I hate anything social. And the lengths I go to to avoid social shit. *sighs*

As far as the meds go though, they’re supposed to take about two weeks to really feel a difference. I do believe I’m reaping the benefits of the placebo effect though. So I’m pretending that it’s that. Plus Josh is home, so whether their working or not I feel a lot better. Although the first two days I was really hormoney. I think it was the combination of the new substances being introduced to my head plus again the sex-life thing going back from zero to sixty, which brings its own feel-goody chemicals into play. So yea *nods* Doin better, at least for now. As far as side effects that I’ve noticed, Sleepy. So so fucking sleepy. Which is supposed to go away in about another day or two, and I can already tell it’s easing up today. Umm no weight gain (one of my two major concerns/reasons I avoided going to the dr for so long) actually.. if anything I’m losing a bit which I’ll have to be careful about because I’m hitting the bottom of where I like to stay. The other major side effect I was worried about was it killing my sex-drive, but that hasn’t been an issue (thank godddd Smidge did enough damage to my libido, if I get much less horny I’ll freaking die.) Um no suicidally thoughts (okay well, a decrease from what they were before.) Oh yea I think I saw this one listed on the mile long paper of stuff I should know/side effects/this may or may not kill you; It’s freaking hard to pee. It sounds really dumb and is totally livable and everything, but I have to like sit there for five minutes before I can actually go. *shrugs* I have no idea.

And as far as side effects that’s pretty much it. Alcohol makes me even more sleepy, but A.) I’m not supposed to be drinking at all B.) I’m not supposed to be drinking on these meds (not much, not even enough to count as tipsy, just enough to take the edge off of the whole people in my house, hugging me, nerves) and C.) I seem to be a sleepy, cuddly drunk anyway. I mean, I’ve only ever been that inebriated once or twice, but even when I’m tipsy all I want to do is cuddle and nap, so being sleepier on the occasions that I do decide to have a few drinks isn’t really that big of a deal to me.

Anyway sorry this got long, I have to finish my homeworks before Josh comes home. (I ACED MY FUCKING MIDTERMSSSSSSS) BAI

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Does This Make Me Crazy?

Okay….so I’m about to make myself sound like a complete headcase right now. But do other people have moments when they’re listening to music and they just want to scream? Not from sheer awesomeness of music or being swept up in a song, but if you hear the first few notes of a song and it just makes you want to rip your hair out and scream at the top of your lungs until you physically can’t anymore? No… I’m not talking about Taylor Swift (that’s a totally sane and rational response to that shit) I mean like I’ll just be listening to music and a new song will come on, or even a different part of the same one, and it just resonates in such a way that I feel like I need to scream and sometimes throw things. No? It’s just me? Okay then…. I kindof figured.

I don’t know… this actually seems to happen more with music that I like…

*I’m about to sound like a spiritualist voodoo hippy*

I think it’s because of the power and energy in music. I mean, I believe that the more power you believe something has, the more power it’ll have over you. That’s why that “I’m a badass goth kid” in a pentagram shirt probably isn’t a real satanist, and is probably an atheist or at most agnostic, and why some people are more impacted by certain things. Like I believe music is really really powerful. I believe that the emotions felt when a song was written and created can be profoundly felt by the people listening to it. Maybe that’s why I react more to some artists than I do others… Like for example: Pink Floyd, I completely and totally adore their music, It’s just breathtakingly amazing, but I can’t listen to them for more than a few minutes at a time. I remember one time I listened to the whole The Dark Side Of The Moon and I seriously almost killed myself. I think the reason it doesn’t bother other people is because they don’t believe it can. But I value my ability to feel things, and I feel like if you listen to music without letting it move you, you’re missing the whole point. I just happen to listen to a lot of music that moves my brain to dark places. Thus, wanting to scream.

What brought on this awkward morbid rambling? I was on youtube (shock and horror) and I felt like listening to music (shock and horror) I feel the need to briefly explain this first so it makes slightly more sense:

I’ve loved classic rock pretty much before I even knew what music was, It’s just what my parents agreed on in the car/house and it’s the only music my mum ever listens to that doesn’t make me cringe. However, I don’t like saying I’m a fan, or buying shirts or merch of these bands because since I always heard it on the radio, I never knew who sung what. So I pretty much just knew Queen and Bon Jovi. But I know that I like a lot more than that, and wanted to start clarifying who sings what so I can buy retro hipster tee’s without feeling like one of those typical “oh em geezus I’m so hipster in my nirvana shirt, wait who’s kurt cobain????” yea one of those douchebags

. *So continuing my explanation* I cued up the (you guessed it) Nirvana playlist, and to my surprise not only is the very first song one of my long time loves (Lithium, shocking, but now I know what it’s called.) but it’s also one of those makes me want to scream and throw myself into a wall sort of moments. Which I guess it makes sense that the man who wrote beautiful lyrics and killed himself made me *ze person with depressions and suicidal thoughts* feel, shall we say, triggered.

It just bothers me because this is a very common occurrence with me. And it’s not exactly specific songs either, or I’d just avoid those. Like one day a song will make me want to scream, and the next time I hear it, it’ll make me want to dance and sing. Some artists have music that I generally find more triggering, but in general it’s just so so random *dramatic sighs of frustration* So am I the only one that loves listening to music that makes me want to die?

But hey, at least now I can honestly say I’ve been a die-hard Nirvana fan since I was like six.

*Next Stop Courtney Love and Depeche Mode* (actually if you happen to be a fan of that sort of thing and know the names of classic rock-y alternative music, let me know because I probably like it, I just don’t know what it’s called.)


This Person, I do not want to ever be this person.

I’m A Night Owl

So I’m just finished uploading my latestest video, and I think that this will be the last Thursday video I link. I’ll keep doing them, but I’ll only link the Tuesday ones, that way I’m not irritating people who don’t want to watch me be awkward. And if you do want to see both the Tuesday and the Thursday ones, you can just go and subscribe because it’s not like it’s hard and then you’ll get to see *me* twice as often =^.^= What do you think, Good idea; bad idea?!?!?

Smidgey is still acting sickish which makes me worried :/ but she ate people food today! I mean, she’s had bits and tastes of things for a long time but this was the first time she’s actually had a full meal be what I was eating. Which makes me happy C’x She had about a half a cup of chicken fried rice, which doesn’t seem like much until you remember that she’s 11 months old. But she has enough teeth and had been acting unusually hungry lately so I figured I’d try something a bit heavier and the Smidget loved it. It was super cute watching her smack her lips around the rice xD

I’m also still feeling pretty shitty myself. My head has been killing me because since Josh is gone I can’t fall asleep at night and have been reverting back to my natural night-owl state. Which sucks ’cause he’s going to be back tomorrow right when I get used to staying up late again. -.- *sighs* I miss staying up late every night. I know it’s not for everyone but I actually think and feel better when I’m on a night schedule. I like how quiet everything is and listening to everyone sleep. It’s so relaxed and it’s easier to get things done. I just can’t because Smidge tends to naturally sync to Josh’s schedule and since he has to get up really early, it just makes everyone’s lives easier if I get up earlier (and by that I mean 10 instead of 12) too.

What do you think? Will you enjoy getting spammed less often? And do you prefer a night owl, or an early bird lifestyle? Because you should comment and tell me because I’m actually quite lonely with Josh all gone and Smidge all sick and babyish, plus my utter aversion to humanity….. I don’t talk to people very often.

I’m HOME! :D

FINALLEH I missed my bed. And my internet. And my shower. And not having to pay three bucks every time I wanted a can of coke. But I digress.

In order that you might feel informed: I shall probably end up separating all of my vacation ramblings into separate posts so that I might ramble about all of the things without it being a three thousandish word posteh.

But for now since I’m odd, I shall only discuss things pertinent to my arrival home. Mostly the fact that I can’t sit on the couch to type all of this because it’s buried under approximately 38.2 billion loads of laundry. Just a rough estimate, but it looks pretty accurate from my view in bungee chair beside said couch-eating laundry mountain. *sighs*

Yup yesterday we got back at four-ish and pretty much just unpacked ordered pizza (there is no foods in our home right now   😦 *sighs with sadnesses*) and finished watching attack on titan only for Josh to then mention “Oh yea, season two isn’t out yet, and probably won’t be until 2016ish” BKAHS QWKURNQEI?OYR T?AYROGARYOIWFGJ WRGLD ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!? Sadistic fucker -.- Now I have to find somewhere online to read the manga’s just so I know what fucking happens?!?!?! GHRAHLJHGILHAERGAH FGLADFG <– I am upset by this news. *growls* after we finished watching ze amine’s (letter-switching was intentional, don’t stab me.) We then played mah chrissymas video game until it was beddish time. That plus starting the 57 million loads of laundry was all that was accomplisheded yesterday evenings. *sighs*

I should probably start folding that laundry.

Except you know you don’t want to 

But if I don’t then I can’t sit on the couch and watch more anime’s later

Or you could sit on the floor and watch them now.

But I can’t watch them now anyways because smidge is running around eating things so I’d have to hold her and wouldn’t be able to read subtitles.

 Well NYAHHH you’re no fun you boring old person

 Fuck you lazy brain.

Fuck you too mrs. I’m going to be a responsible housewifey adult person

We should probably go see a doctor and find out if these conversations are normal…….

At least we can agree on something. *sulks away so I can go do laundry*

This is a tiny baby hedge-hog:



Scrambehling O.O

I’m trying to clean the entire goddamn apartment as fast as humanly possible because I absolutely hate it when I go on a nice trip, where I totally had a blast and enjoyed myself and then not only do I have to come back to reality, but I have to clean my goddamn room on top of it all. I also don’t want to have to take out the trash after the smidge’s diapers have been festering for a week. Um ew. (That’s what Josh is for….except not really, I try not to take advantage of the smexiness) So anyway doing laundry, trying to get the sheets changed, making sure smidge’s toys are contained to one tiny tornado zone instead of the entire living room.

AND on top of this I have to go find a fucking swimsuits and shorts in January!

ARJGDJFGLlASDGKHASFG QOENRU Q?EROGIYHANHG<– Venting my frustration on my poor abused keyboard

This is what I get for working my ass off (not eating for a long time) to lose all that goddamn weight. And Josh too. Fucking mister I-have-an-outdoorsy-job-so-I’m-going-to-get-all-muscley-so-you-won’t-want-to-use-me-as-a-pillow-anymore asshole. -.- naturally the smidge needs one as well. Dammit.

Smidge has fifteen minutes before I drag her ass out of crib so I can feed her and get this shit over with. It just sucks because I’m probably going to have to go into a bunch of stores that I don’t like to find some. Like Kohl’s and Macy’s and maybe even…. *shudders* hollister. Ew ew ew I get nauseous even thinking about it. So much of that goddamn disgusting cologne that makes my head hurt (breathe sis breathe, you’re gunna get through this. NO I WON’T I’M GUNNA DIEEEEEE *slaps self and goes all Edna mode* Pull Yourself Together! You will go in there you will attempt to find a swimsuit with more than two square inches of cloth on it and you will get out…. Oh shit I’m having a discussion with myself again I really gotta stop this……) Um yes. So. I don’t like hollister…. *sighs* this is gunna be a longggg day.

Go in, give the message, get out. (Veggie tales was my other disney. *sighs* I know, I’m a homeschooler nerd.) Maybe if I get it over with quickly and do end up going to the mall I can stop by hot topic and reward my epic bravery with one of those super-cute disney compact mirrors *rubs hands together villainously* I’m starting to like this plan…


I Give Up.

I’m sorry Julie Kagawa, but I just can’t. I’m done. I will not be finishing your Iron Fey series. I don’t understand. Why would you take something with so much potential and smother it in a pathetic mountain of girlish love-triangle disgustingness? I forgave you for ruining the ending of my beloved Immortal Rules saga, but that was different. That had Jackal. If you insist on continuing to make your main characters lovesick puppy girls, you need more Jackal characters, someone to poke fun, and point out how utterly pathetic they are. This series doesn’t have that. Meghan Chase is a complete and utter moron.

I don’t get it. How can you take something as cool as a half-mortal faery battling essentially bad-ass tech robots to save her family, and her boyfriend, and ruin it? Seriously, if it has faeries in it I’m guaranteed to adore it, and I HATE this series. Usually I can stick it out binge and get the whole thing over it. But you, my Asian author friend, have made me do the unthinkable. I’m quitting the series. Not only that, I’m quitting in the middle of the goddamn book. You ruined this. I can picture it all out perfectly in my head, the way everything is supposed to work out, and every single time I’ve been let down. Your heroine is an idiot comparable to Bella from Twilight. I didn’t even realize that was possible.

So it’s over. I’m sending them all back. Every single book I got from that library haul is going back. Because you spoiled my whole goddamn haul Kagawa. I trusted you and you let me down here. I’m so, so disappointed.

I mean what the fuck? You have a few good characters, people that forced me to continue against my better judgement. I mean I loveee broody stand-offish cold-hearted love interests. Ash was perfect. So was Robbin. And even Grimm. But that twat-faced idiotic brain-washed lovesick empty-headed pussy of a main character is just too fucking much. Back to the library you go. I will never EVER recommend any of your books again. Bitch.

I’m just glad I read Zero before I started on that goddamn mess. Because that book was AMAZING. Punk-ish main character that was easy to identify with, had realistic expectations and low self esteem a good plot and a heart-wrenching ending that left me screaming “What the mother-fuck it can’t fucking end like that! Holy shit that can’t be the fucking end!!!!” When it was in fact the end. That, was awesome. As long as I get a sequel in a year or two because if that tom leveen guy just seriously lets it end like that I will die. aghaer;kjghaoi;kfgn;hwjkefgj <– expressing my frustration through gentle keyboard bashing.

Hopefully I will be checking out the library close by me sometime in the next day or two. And then I’ll get a new haul. One untainted by the disease that is the iron fey novels. Motherfucker. *shakes my head with deep regrets*