I'm sorry, but Shiver might be one of my alltime favorite books. Or, rather stories. No, actually, the writing wasn't bad at all. Especially in Sam's perspective. Yes, it's a romantic YA story (yes, involving wearwolves, but very un-werewolfy werewolfs, and let's face, I'm a sucker for Werewolfs. But not the ones inf Twilight. Because I'm not a Twilight person in the least. But otherwise, werewolves? Yes. Like in The Summoning triology. And Luke, in the City of Bones (is it Bones first? Or City of Ashes? I can never remember. Although, I'm still voting for Isabelle in City--- not Maia. Anyways)
But Maggie Steifvater's (the author... I mightily enjoy her stuff) writing has been called "Musical, magical... perfect for engaging sharp minds and poetic hearts." I think like the idea of having a poetic heart. Oh, and the sharp mind bit. Definately.
But Shiver is good. Exceptionally good. In my taste. See, that's one thing. I like that I know no one that has the same taste as me, cause then I don't feel like a loser for being a romantic, because I'm the only one. Strange reasoning? Definately. Oh well. Hooray for the cheesey and corny! Well, sometimes. As long as it's convincing.
And that's another thing: why must things be "Cheesey" or "Corny"? Um, really, just because something is uncomfortably romantic or over-the-top doesn't mean it needs be named after some sort of fooooood. Like, even "sappy"! Cause, like, tree sap = maple syrup, right? Okay, maybe it's not like you take the straight sap and pour it on your short stack of pancakes, or I don't know, maybe you do. It's the essence of the tree that goes into our tasty goo. Anyways, sap = food. And if food terms= cheesey stories, then sap=cheesey stories, right? See, who said I never learned anything in math?
Okay, it made no sense, I know. But I was trying.
Anyways. Tasty or not (I mean, I like the way books smell, but I haven't really tested to see if they taste good or not... I'm leaning towards not so much), I enjoy me the love stories.
5.05.2010
STOLEN-- Lucy Christopher
Reading a book until two in the morning just to finish it is not recommendable.
Granted, I've done this before. Dozens of times. And yet I do it again and again, hating myself every time.
I mean, it's not a secret that if a book is well written, you're not going to be able to roll over and fall asleep the second it's over, no matter HOW late it is. (Or early. Or, in a few cases, past dawn. Those are always fun.) Hopefully, you've made the author happy and are a storm of emotions. Many conflicting. Especially if it doesn't have a story-tale happy-ending (which, let's face it, most great books are, right? Okay, there are lots of good books with happy endings. And those can still be frustrating. Anyways). ESPECIALLY if you don't like the ending.
You just need some time to reflect, you know?
I started STOLEN by Lucy Christopher around 6 this evening and finished at 1:30 AM. And I'm frustrated. I'm happy with the ending. But still. There's no way to be completely satisfied, because when in life are you ever completely satisfied by any decision?
STOLEN was about a sixteen year old girl who's kidnapped by a guy. When she was ten, she unknowingly sort of gave him hope in life when he had fallen beyond rock bottom and was living in the bushes in her neighborhood park, drunken in sorrow. Six years later, he thinks her life is smothering her, and he steals her away. To the Australian outback. With no one-- NO ONE-- around, ever. And no, it's not one of those stories-- there is absolutely nothing sexy about it. Nothing like that. Ty really thinks he's doing the best for her. Eventually, she sort of connects with the land, understands him... then when she's bitten by a poisonous snake and his medicine doesn't work cause it's too old he takes her to a hospital-- strapped to the back of a camel as he runs along for who knows how many hours in the rain, over Australian outback, no less-- and he turns himself in so she can get hospital care.
Gemma's struggle to figure out what she thinks after she's back home, completely taken-over by the media, wondering what she's going to tell the court... every screams at her that Ty is evil, but he's not, and she knows it. Everyone is convinced that she has Stockholm's syndrome, but she doesn't. She just knows Ty isn't evil.
There's no freaking way Ty can get out of a prison sentence. She alludes to that. And she's not going to lie and say that she went on her own free will, and she's not going to lie and say that Ty is a monster. It's like, you don't know what to think either. Except sadness. Because Ty is so connected to the land-- it's all he's ever known. Humans have hurt him and destroyed him over his lifetime (cept Gemma, course) and so he's learned to love the land, the desert, all the life there. To think of him holed up in a cell for fifteen years just breaks your heart, even knowing what he did was wrong. And, seeing as the whole thing is written as a letter to Ty, an account of everything that happened, like, "You walked over to the cashier and paid for my coffee yourself; your blue eyes were familiar..." yadayada, makes it way more intense, anyways.
Sigh. Okay. I'm done reflecting. Maybe I can sleep now. Maybe not. I just needed to think.
Gez, I love good books. They make me want to write my own.
Granted, I've done this before. Dozens of times. And yet I do it again and again, hating myself every time.
I mean, it's not a secret that if a book is well written, you're not going to be able to roll over and fall asleep the second it's over, no matter HOW late it is. (Or early. Or, in a few cases, past dawn. Those are always fun.) Hopefully, you've made the author happy and are a storm of emotions. Many conflicting. Especially if it doesn't have a story-tale happy-ending (which, let's face it, most great books are, right? Okay, there are lots of good books with happy endings. And those can still be frustrating. Anyways). ESPECIALLY if you don't like the ending.
You just need some time to reflect, you know?
I started STOLEN by Lucy Christopher around 6 this evening and finished at 1:30 AM. And I'm frustrated. I'm happy with the ending. But still. There's no way to be completely satisfied, because when in life are you ever completely satisfied by any decision?
STOLEN was about a sixteen year old girl who's kidnapped by a guy. When she was ten, she unknowingly sort of gave him hope in life when he had fallen beyond rock bottom and was living in the bushes in her neighborhood park, drunken in sorrow. Six years later, he thinks her life is smothering her, and he steals her away. To the Australian outback. With no one-- NO ONE-- around, ever. And no, it's not one of those stories-- there is absolutely nothing sexy about it. Nothing like that. Ty really thinks he's doing the best for her. Eventually, she sort of connects with the land, understands him... then when she's bitten by a poisonous snake and his medicine doesn't work cause it's too old he takes her to a hospital-- strapped to the back of a camel as he runs along for who knows how many hours in the rain, over Australian outback, no less-- and he turns himself in so she can get hospital care.
Gemma's struggle to figure out what she thinks after she's back home, completely taken-over by the media, wondering what she's going to tell the court... every screams at her that Ty is evil, but he's not, and she knows it. Everyone is convinced that she has Stockholm's syndrome, but she doesn't. She just knows Ty isn't evil.
There's no freaking way Ty can get out of a prison sentence. She alludes to that. And she's not going to lie and say that she went on her own free will, and she's not going to lie and say that Ty is a monster. It's like, you don't know what to think either. Except sadness. Because Ty is so connected to the land-- it's all he's ever known. Humans have hurt him and destroyed him over his lifetime (cept Gemma, course) and so he's learned to love the land, the desert, all the life there. To think of him holed up in a cell for fifteen years just breaks your heart, even knowing what he did was wrong. And, seeing as the whole thing is written as a letter to Ty, an account of everything that happened, like, "You walked over to the cashier and paid for my coffee yourself; your blue eyes were familiar..." yadayada, makes it way more intense, anyways.
Sigh. Okay. I'm done reflecting. Maybe I can sleep now. Maybe not. I just needed to think.
Gez, I love good books. They make me want to write my own.
5.04.2010
Literature is food for your brain
So, I just realized that I failed to mention the fact that I recently went to a writers conference! The LDS Storymakers Conference, in fact. In Provo. At the Marriott center. Um... yeah.
I won't bore you with all the details, because I'm sure you won't find it as exciting as I did. Haha, HOWEVER, as I was meeting people and networking and all that good stuff (okay, I barely did any networking. I don't network. But I made a ton of friends, because that's what I do, right? Right.) I met this lady, and she looks at me, and looks at me, and says, "You look totally familiar. Do you have a blog?" I was all, "Um... yeah." Because EVERYONE there had a blog. Come on, we're writers. We have blogs. So the lady says, "What's it called? Maybe I've read it."
She was quite confused when I burst out laughing. I said, "Oh, honey. I'm pretty certain you haven't been there." Because this? Yeah, this is not anything people are talking about. Meaning, people other than people I know. Which is what I'm going for, so whatever.
Actually, I write this for me. The fact that people read it makes me laugh with astonishment. And happiness. I just hope I don't bore you.
ANYWAYS:::::
GUESS WHO JUST BOUGHT SIX BOOKS AT BARNES & NOBLE?!?!?!?
I DID!!!
With birthday gift cards, mind you. Because everyone knows that the perfect thing to give me.
And I'm about to pee my pants I'm so excited.
Not only did I get six books, but I did lots of researching of other books sitting around, and made like a thirty-book long wishlst... which, amazingly, I'm going to go look for at the library INSTEAD OF BUYING THEM. Yeah, I know. Crazy.
So, there I was, standing there in the middle of the isle, six fatty books in my arm, with my cell phone out as I wrote down the titles and authors of all these books I was looking at that I COULDN'T buy. Now, I'm sure to most of the people there, I looked like a freak, trying to juggle all this amazing literature, working with my phone with one fingertip while trying to hold on to books and pick new ones off the bottom shelf... but to someone in the store, someone must have seen me and been like: Dude. That girl is awesome. She knows her stuff.
Because I do. NOBODY can say I don't know my market. Because I soo, soo do. It takes time-- years, in fact-- and the sacrifice of your eyesight and many, MANY nights spent awake, reading until four in the morning because you just CAN'T put down the book.
Yeah. My life ROCKS. Well, when I get a chance.
WORDS ARE COOL.
I won't bore you with all the details, because I'm sure you won't find it as exciting as I did. Haha, HOWEVER, as I was meeting people and networking and all that good stuff (okay, I barely did any networking. I don't network. But I made a ton of friends, because that's what I do, right? Right.) I met this lady, and she looks at me, and looks at me, and says, "You look totally familiar. Do you have a blog?" I was all, "Um... yeah." Because EVERYONE there had a blog. Come on, we're writers. We have blogs. So the lady says, "What's it called? Maybe I've read it."
She was quite confused when I burst out laughing. I said, "Oh, honey. I'm pretty certain you haven't been there." Because this? Yeah, this is not anything people are talking about. Meaning, people other than people I know. Which is what I'm going for, so whatever.
Actually, I write this for me. The fact that people read it makes me laugh with astonishment. And happiness. I just hope I don't bore you.
ANYWAYS:::::
GUESS WHO JUST BOUGHT SIX BOOKS AT BARNES & NOBLE?!?!?!?
I DID!!!
With birthday gift cards, mind you. Because everyone knows that the perfect thing to give me.
And I'm about to pee my pants I'm so excited.
Not only did I get six books, but I did lots of researching of other books sitting around, and made like a thirty-book long wishlst... which, amazingly, I'm going to go look for at the library INSTEAD OF BUYING THEM. Yeah, I know. Crazy.
So, there I was, standing there in the middle of the isle, six fatty books in my arm, with my cell phone out as I wrote down the titles and authors of all these books I was looking at that I COULDN'T buy. Now, I'm sure to most of the people there, I looked like a freak, trying to juggle all this amazing literature, working with my phone with one fingertip while trying to hold on to books and pick new ones off the bottom shelf... but to someone in the store, someone must have seen me and been like: Dude. That girl is awesome. She knows her stuff.
Because I do. NOBODY can say I don't know my market. Because I soo, soo do. It takes time-- years, in fact-- and the sacrifice of your eyesight and many, MANY nights spent awake, reading until four in the morning because you just CAN'T put down the book.
Yeah. My life ROCKS. Well, when I get a chance.
WORDS ARE COOL.
5.02.2010
19th Birthday Madness
Ahhhh... 19!
Does it feel any different? Only when I think about it. Actually, yes, because my mom gave me pearls. There's something about wearing pearls that instantly makes you feel mature. (We'll skip the part where I beat the heck out of a butterfly pinata last night. Which actually was rather entertaining, seeing as we didn't have a bat, so we just kicked it. Ah, the sight of my mother kicking the crap out of cheerful butterfly... just warms my heart).
Yesterday was FANTASTIC. I thought I was sorta at the time where birthday's just sort of took the backseat-- you know, just sort of family dinner and a few presents. But oh no. My mom went ALL OUT. Actually, my whole family did. Dad's still in California, but he kept texting me videos of a funny birthday card, and sang to me on speaker phone and all that good stuff. He was obviously sad he wasn't there.
K, so I wake up, and my door is plastered in "19!"'s, and I'm like, "Awww, Mom loves me." But oh no. This is just the beginning. Everywhere upstairs there's dozens of "19!" and "Holly's 19!" signs everwhere and ribbons and balloons on the floor FREAKING my grandma's cat out, and the table's all decorated with party hats and streamers and stuff, and my mom's making CINNAMON ROLLS. Now, the fact that she even remembered the fact that I have developed a severe love for them is one thing, but to make them was another.
THEN, she takes me to Macy's to the Mac counter (oh yeah) and she's made an appointment for my to get my makeup done. THEN, she informs me that I get to pick out a freaking buttload of makeup. I now have a three piece set of lips and a five set piece of eyes and mascara. Um, yes please. Did I mention this is Mac? Um... delicious.
Are we finished? Aunt Sue and Uncle Dallas stop by to give me a card (And $20 bucks to Barnes and Noble, baby!) which was incredibly nice. Steph and Greg come over for dinner (TACOS! Which was my choosing, of course. Because I'm that cool.) And after we've gorged ourselves with amazing mexican food, we destroy the absolutely adorable cake that my mom made, and nearly POP eating it (and peanut butter ice cream, mmmmm). Then presents-- I know, right? Steph went online and made me these buttons with all sorts of pictures and sayings and stuff. She ALWAYS gives the coolest presents. Always. Um, and can I just say that she made me a MLIA one? Um, she's the coolest sister EVER.
Then, when I'm thinking we're going to go downstairs to watch Elf or something (my favorite movie of all time), Steph's like, WAIT! THERE'S MORE! Turns out she got tickets to see a show down in Salt Lake (I totally just wrote San Diego. Oh my gosh. I miss California). The show? "STAR WARD." Um, again, yes please. It was totally ridiculous and amazing and Star Wars mixe3d with Mormon humor.
Turns out that the Butterfly Pinata (I'm not sure why I capitalized that) sitting on the mantle? Yeah, not just for decoration. It's stuffed. So we put it on a broom over the stairs and kicked the heck out of that thing. Easily the best part of the day. And my mom being the clever lady that she is, stuffed it with both candy and silly games and stuff. We seriously spent like two hours playing with sticky hands and yo-yo's.
Then it was midnight and I was tired so I sent everyone off to bed. Then I dreamed that I killed Micheal Reyes in a car accident and woke up terribly distraught. Sorry, Mike. I love you. Steph and Greg were gone when I woke up... um,coughcoughatoneo'clockcougcough... and so I came up here to blog.
THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU to everyone that helped make my birthday the best one yet! I feel very, very loved.
I love you Mom!
Does it feel any different? Only when I think about it. Actually, yes, because my mom gave me pearls. There's something about wearing pearls that instantly makes you feel mature. (We'll skip the part where I beat the heck out of a butterfly pinata last night. Which actually was rather entertaining, seeing as we didn't have a bat, so we just kicked it. Ah, the sight of my mother kicking the crap out of cheerful butterfly... just warms my heart).
Yesterday was FANTASTIC. I thought I was sorta at the time where birthday's just sort of took the backseat-- you know, just sort of family dinner and a few presents. But oh no. My mom went ALL OUT. Actually, my whole family did. Dad's still in California, but he kept texting me videos of a funny birthday card, and sang to me on speaker phone and all that good stuff. He was obviously sad he wasn't there.
K, so I wake up, and my door is plastered in "19!"'s, and I'm like, "Awww, Mom loves me." But oh no. This is just the beginning. Everywhere upstairs there's dozens of "19!" and "Holly's 19!" signs everwhere and ribbons and balloons on the floor FREAKING my grandma's cat out, and the table's all decorated with party hats and streamers and stuff, and my mom's making CINNAMON ROLLS. Now, the fact that she even remembered the fact that I have developed a severe love for them is one thing, but to make them was another.
THEN, she takes me to Macy's to the Mac counter (oh yeah) and she's made an appointment for my to get my makeup done. THEN, she informs me that I get to pick out a freaking buttload of makeup. I now have a three piece set of lips and a five set piece of eyes and mascara. Um, yes please. Did I mention this is Mac? Um... delicious.
Are we finished? Aunt Sue and Uncle Dallas stop by to give me a card (And $20 bucks to Barnes and Noble, baby!) which was incredibly nice. Steph and Greg come over for dinner (TACOS! Which was my choosing, of course. Because I'm that cool.) And after we've gorged ourselves with amazing mexican food, we destroy the absolutely adorable cake that my mom made, and nearly POP eating it (and peanut butter ice cream, mmmmm). Then presents-- I know, right? Steph went online and made me these buttons with all sorts of pictures and sayings and stuff. She ALWAYS gives the coolest presents. Always. Um, and can I just say that she made me a MLIA one? Um, she's the coolest sister EVER.
Then, when I'm thinking we're going to go downstairs to watch Elf or something (my favorite movie of all time), Steph's like, WAIT! THERE'S MORE! Turns out she got tickets to see a show down in Salt Lake (I totally just wrote San Diego. Oh my gosh. I miss California). The show? "STAR WARD." Um, again, yes please. It was totally ridiculous and amazing and Star Wars mixe3d with Mormon humor.
Turns out that the Butterfly Pinata (I'm not sure why I capitalized that) sitting on the mantle? Yeah, not just for decoration. It's stuffed. So we put it on a broom over the stairs and kicked the heck out of that thing. Easily the best part of the day. And my mom being the clever lady that she is, stuffed it with both candy and silly games and stuff. We seriously spent like two hours playing with sticky hands and yo-yo's.
Then it was midnight and I was tired so I sent everyone off to bed. Then I dreamed that I killed Micheal Reyes in a car accident and woke up terribly distraught. Sorry, Mike. I love you. Steph and Greg were gone when I woke up... um,coughcoughatoneo'clockcougcough... and so I came up here to blog.
THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU to everyone that helped make my birthday the best one yet! I feel very, very loved.
I love you Mom!
4.16.2010
The World I Want to Live In
"Today I thought about it and came to the conclusion that if MLIA could rule a country, it would be filled with witty Australian and British people, hogwarts would exist, and the capitol would be Narnia. Furthermore, everyone would have perfect grammar, the college campuses would be made up of giant pillow forts and the top sports would be lightsaber battles, ninja va pirate wars, and "who can pop the most bubblewrap in under a minute?" it sounds like heaven. MLIA"
It's true.
www.mylifeisaverage.com
You won't regret it.
It's true.
www.mylifeisaverage.com
You won't regret it.
4.13.2010
Extraordinaires!
Working with DarkLightLullabye... (my other blog... did you know that existed? eh?)
New update on my writing...
Now that Let It Be is finished, I'm working on completing my SECOND NOVEL... (it has nothing to do with Let It Be), called Extraordinary. Check out http://darklightlullabye.blogspot.com/ for a semi-detailed summary.
I PLAN on finishing Extraordinary in the next three months (crosses fingers!), at least, that's my goal! It's achievable :) The story is a whole lot more light than Let It Be, nothing but a semi-scifi YA story. I enjoy it.
Extraordinary's companion novel, which has yet to be named, won't be finished for at least another, eh, six, seven months. But there is a companion :) Actually, Extraordinary was going to be a sort of series, a four-part series, actually... but I've broken it down to two. Actually, that's basically all I have left to do for Extraordinary: I have way more material than I need, but I need to mesh them together.
I'll be posting excerpts from Extraordinary on http://darklightlullabye.blogspot.com.... eventually...
But for now?
IT'S GLEE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSS
New update on my writing...
Now that Let It Be is finished, I'm working on completing my SECOND NOVEL... (it has nothing to do with Let It Be), called Extraordinary. Check out http://darklightlullabye.blogspot.com/ for a semi-detailed summary.
I PLAN on finishing Extraordinary in the next three months (crosses fingers!), at least, that's my goal! It's achievable :) The story is a whole lot more light than Let It Be, nothing but a semi-scifi YA story. I enjoy it.
Extraordinary's companion novel, which has yet to be named, won't be finished for at least another, eh, six, seven months. But there is a companion :) Actually, Extraordinary was going to be a sort of series, a four-part series, actually... but I've broken it down to two. Actually, that's basically all I have left to do for Extraordinary: I have way more material than I need, but I need to mesh them together.
I'll be posting excerpts from Extraordinary on http://darklightlullabye.blogspot.com.... eventually...
But for now?
IT'S GLEE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSS
Chunder in my Sinuses
NOTE TO SELF: Don't ever, ever, EVER step onto an airplane if you've got a migraine and/or nasuea. As soon as you start getting into the air, your head with feel like it's being blown up like a balloon, and with every change of altitude, your stomach will roll disgustingly, and the girl sitting next to you will keep glancing over at you nervously, wondering if you're gonna puke on her. Also, don't chug your Sprite as fast as you can, hoping it will settle your stomach: suddenly, instead of dry heaving, there's carbonated bile coming up your throat...
DO open the car window when you finally get to your destination, stick your head out, close your eyes, pretend your a dog, and let the cool night air soothe your terrible nausea.
Also, when you get home and you're totally dying again, and you start puking in the toilet, DO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT EVER start crying, no matter how violently you're throwing up. DO NOT CRY UNTIL AFTERWARDS, because stuff will start coming out your nose that you're only WISHING was snot.
Yeah.
Pretty.
However, DO remember, that after twelve and a half hours being stranded at the airport, you're now puking in SAN DIEGO!!! YA!!!!
DO open the car window when you finally get to your destination, stick your head out, close your eyes, pretend your a dog, and let the cool night air soothe your terrible nausea.
Also, when you get home and you're totally dying again, and you start puking in the toilet, DO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT EVER start crying, no matter how violently you're throwing up. DO NOT CRY UNTIL AFTERWARDS, because stuff will start coming out your nose that you're only WISHING was snot.
Yeah.
Pretty.
However, DO remember, that after twelve and a half hours being stranded at the airport, you're now puking in SAN DIEGO!!! YA!!!!
4.10.2010
Stranded
So. It's approximately eleven hours since I last posted. And we're still at the airport.
Yes, we're still here.
We've decided to never fly standby on a buddy pass again. Which means in eleven weeks, we'll be hitting Aunt Sue up for them again for next Botox trip. Actually, it's my Uncle Dallas that has volunteered them-- I made sure my mom wasn't just, you know, forcing them. Because that's not really something she'd do.
We believe this is the fifth flight of the day. Well, the fifth flight we've been scheduled for, before being bumped. Well, except for this current one. There's a chance that we'll get on this one. Sort of. We'll see.
But there's no more bumping after this one. Not tonight. No more flights to Southern California. Trust us, we've looked. I think each flight we've waited for was at a different airport-- Orange County, San Diego, Long Beach...
Surprisingly? I've been in a totally better mood than I was this morning. Weird, right? It was like as soon as I got some chocolate, Excedrin, and Dr. Pepper (don't hate me-- the caffiene was for migraine duty- remember, Botox is on the fringe of wearing off, that's the whole REASON WE'RE GOING to California) in me, I cheered right back up.
That, and the fact that I bought a new book.
*giggle*
I've come to accept my addiction to reading, usually dorky YA novels. And my new-found cheerfulness has, in fact, been due to new-book smell.
And it's taking me FOREVER TO READ IT! Too many distractions here at the airport. My mom has been making fun of me for it. Actually, we've been laughing and making fun of more and more things as the day has worn by. We're getting pretty weary.
So, I won't even BEGIN to tell you all the drama and people we've talked to today. We've made a lot of friends with other weary standby Delta travelers. We might even have a place to stay tonight if we don't get on this flight. Actually, we may have two.
With people I charmed with my sunny optimism. And my mother's innocent frustration. But I like to think it was my sunny optimism.
Speaking of my mother, she just threatened to "bean" my dad, because he keeps calling while she's trying to text him. He's done it at least six times today. We're thinking that she got around sixty texts today, between my dad, Aunt Sue, and Grandma. She's getting good.
She also just shoved her book over to me, pointing to a paragraph involving a man reffered to "pimple-butt". Yes. We DID giggle.
Like I said, it's been a long day.
Yes, we're still here.
We've decided to never fly standby on a buddy pass again. Which means in eleven weeks, we'll be hitting Aunt Sue up for them again for next Botox trip. Actually, it's my Uncle Dallas that has volunteered them-- I made sure my mom wasn't just, you know, forcing them. Because that's not really something she'd do.
We believe this is the fifth flight of the day. Well, the fifth flight we've been scheduled for, before being bumped. Well, except for this current one. There's a chance that we'll get on this one. Sort of. We'll see.
But there's no more bumping after this one. Not tonight. No more flights to Southern California. Trust us, we've looked. I think each flight we've waited for was at a different airport-- Orange County, San Diego, Long Beach...
Surprisingly? I've been in a totally better mood than I was this morning. Weird, right? It was like as soon as I got some chocolate, Excedrin, and Dr. Pepper (don't hate me-- the caffiene was for migraine duty- remember, Botox is on the fringe of wearing off, that's the whole REASON WE'RE GOING to California) in me, I cheered right back up.
That, and the fact that I bought a new book.
*giggle*
I've come to accept my addiction to reading, usually dorky YA novels. And my new-found cheerfulness has, in fact, been due to new-book smell.
And it's taking me FOREVER TO READ IT! Too many distractions here at the airport. My mom has been making fun of me for it. Actually, we've been laughing and making fun of more and more things as the day has worn by. We're getting pretty weary.
So, I won't even BEGIN to tell you all the drama and people we've talked to today. We've made a lot of friends with other weary standby Delta travelers. We might even have a place to stay tonight if we don't get on this flight. Actually, we may have two.
With people I charmed with my sunny optimism. And my mother's innocent frustration. But I like to think it was my sunny optimism.
Speaking of my mother, she just threatened to "bean" my dad, because he keeps calling while she's trying to text him. He's done it at least six times today. We're thinking that she got around sixty texts today, between my dad, Aunt Sue, and Grandma. She's getting good.
She also just shoved her book over to me, pointing to a paragraph involving a man reffered to "pimple-butt". Yes. We DID giggle.
Like I said, it's been a long day.
Excuse me, Delta. I hate you.
So guess what I just heard over the loud speaker?
My flight is overbooked.
I'm on standby.
Guess who's not going to San Diego for another seven hours?
acehnwfkasdjfkmsnvcjren gfverhfijweijfasidjfiw3eifksnafvernjvuheijwkajkge
This day just keeps getting better and better.
My flight is overbooked.
I'm on standby.
Guess who's not going to San Diego for another seven hours?
acehnwfkasdjfkmsnvcjren gfverhfijweijfasidjfiw3eifksnafvernjvuheijwkajkge
This day just keeps getting better and better.
SLC International
So, here I am at the airport. And I have to say... DUDE. I'M CRANKY. Maybe that's because my cat decided to sleep on my head, or maybe because I had to get up at five. Or maybe because it's been stressful getting here, which it usually never is.
But, GOSH, is this internet slow! Gez louise, SLC Int Airport, you think you'd maybe you'd be nice to your passengers, but NO, it takes twenty minutes to hook up to wifi...
I TOLD you I'm cranky. JKCJKEJIAJKNCE.
Anyways.
So, last time I was here (eleven weeks ago, I counted. It was last time I went to San Diego for Botox. Which I'm doing again today), I saw this kid-- he was like, seventeen, but I call everyone kids-- who was wearing neon green socks with his sandals. Okay, I thought, there is ONE PERSON who can pull off socks with sandals, just because it was so way ridiculous, it was like he was making fun of himself. It was fantastic, and I was proud.
As in airport usual tradition, Mom and I got starbucks-- Tall Double Chocolately Chip Cream Frapachino and a hot chocolate, because it's just delicious-- and Mom's reading her trashy celebrity watch magazine. Yeah, we're weird. But if you have to be here as much as I have to be here, you might as well make some traditions to make it bearable.
Well aren't I just a ball full of sunshine today. Pesimism at it's best. I just need a good nap.
Here's to looking happier in California....
But, GOSH, is this internet slow! Gez louise, SLC Int Airport, you think you'd maybe you'd be nice to your passengers, but NO, it takes twenty minutes to hook up to wifi...
I TOLD you I'm cranky. JKCJKEJIAJKNCE.
Anyways.
So, last time I was here (eleven weeks ago, I counted. It was last time I went to San Diego for Botox. Which I'm doing again today), I saw this kid-- he was like, seventeen, but I call everyone kids-- who was wearing neon green socks with his sandals. Okay, I thought, there is ONE PERSON who can pull off socks with sandals, just because it was so way ridiculous, it was like he was making fun of himself. It was fantastic, and I was proud.
As in airport usual tradition, Mom and I got starbucks-- Tall Double Chocolately Chip Cream Frapachino and a hot chocolate, because it's just delicious-- and Mom's reading her trashy celebrity watch magazine. Yeah, we're weird. But if you have to be here as much as I have to be here, you might as well make some traditions to make it bearable.
Well aren't I just a ball full of sunshine today. Pesimism at it's best. I just need a good nap.
Here's to looking happier in California....
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