Eyewear of Awesomeness

One thing I adore about California: sunglasses.

Would you believe that in other parts of the country, (okay, at least Utah) you feel like a freak if you wear sunglasses because no one does? I mean, come on. Ridiculous.

But here, sunglasses are practically an essential fashion accessory! Ah. I love it.

Sunglasses and I have a fantastic history. I've rocked my gold aviators, some rainbowy bug-eyes, my red-rimmed Rayband types. Currently, I have zebra stripped ray-bands.

Yeah. I'm that awesome :) teehee.

I propose that everyone protect their eyes and look good doing it and buy themselves a pair of rocking eyewear.

Flipflops of Joy

Today I figured out that my new flip-flops have no traction whatsoever. How did I spend my evening? Slip-sliding around my grandparents wood floors, of course!

Later, when actually going outside, I put the flip-flops on again. As I headed into the hallway, I slipped on accident and nearly gashed my head out on the wall. That's okay, the sliding was worth it.

NEW HOBBY? I THINK SO!!!

Phone History

(thought of something to say)

I got a new alert on my phone the other day. Now, whenever I get a text message, Harry Potter screams, "EXPECTO! PETRONUM!!!"

I happen to think it's fantastically awesome. My dad laughed.

Other cool ringtones I've had:

-The "Arthur" theme song

-The Bill Nye the Science Guy theme song

-a turkey gobbling (which I used for a ridiculously long amount of time. Whenever it went off, it caused me and whatever friend, roommate, or sibling sitting nearby to gobble back. It was epically awesome. The only reason I stopped using it was because that phone died and I don't remember how to get it back. Sad day.)

(SIDE NOTE: I'm on Book #91 in the quest to read 100 books in a year. These last twenty have been taking foreeeeeeeevvvvvveeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr...)

Sunflowers and Seashells

Today has been a literary-good day. No, not a "literally" good day, (although, truth be told, it was) it had been a literary good day. As in literature.

Why?

1. My "all things literature blog," darklightlullabye.com is getting some awesome traffic. Aside from my new viewers, today I found out that a SECOND author came and read my review of the book she wrote... Bad Girls Don't Die (Katie Alender). It was a book I thoroughly enjoyed. No, she didn't Twitter about it (at least, I don't think so) and didn't bring a dozen new followers with her, but she did leave me a nice comment :) Hooray for authors reading my reviews of their works!

2. Got a letter in the mail today :) It was a happy letter. It told me that the poem I submitted to the National Amateur Poetry Competition made it to the semi-finals, which means (this is the exciting part) IT'S GONNA BE PUBLISHED! IN A BOOK! An "anthology," to be specific, or, as my letter says, "a volume of contemporary poetry," called Sunflowers and Seashells. Well, what do you know. Two of my favorite things. Tacky names and creative writing :)

I wish I had some witty, irrevelant story to tell that would make you laugh. But I don't. Sorry. Life has been pretty un-witty lately. Or, you know, the stories I have to tell wouldn't quite make sense over the internet: more of the "you had to be there to get it" sort of deal, and since I don't want to make you feel isolated and uncool, I will not put such a story on here. No making you feel bad. That's a big no-no for me. I don't make my viewers feel bad about themselves, because that's sick and wrong, like eating puppies!

:)

Weekend of Goodness!

(Question: is this hard to read? Should I change the background to something else? Hmmm....)

SO, BEST WEEK EVER. Nan White, my dear Minesottan friend from college, came down! What does that mean? BYUI roomie/FHE group reunion of GOODNESS!!!

So. Incredibly. Fun.

Check out my facebook page soon for pictures... but I do plan on putting up a few on here (I finally figured out how to put pictures on! Turns out I was working on the HTML page instead of the regular one for posting... whatever. I can do it now). Why? Because they are epically awesome beyond measure. Did I mention we got to hang out at the fire station? And ride around in a fire truck? And squirt the water from the truck?

Yeah. Be jealous. And that was only ONE part of ONE DAY!

My BYUI friends are the best :)

Versatile Blogger Award? Yes please!

K, so I know it sounds wack, but the internet is like Youtube, man. You get sucked right and spend hours reading blogs and following authors (in mycase) and looking for contests and hopefully winning contests and writing your own blogs and reading the blogs of the strangers that have "followed" you because you want to be and chivilorous (I know I spelt that wrong, so sue me)... ah! It's addicting!

(And yes, I am quite aware of the fact that Youtube is a part of the internet. I'm trying to make a point. A bad one, apparently.)

So, I just so happen to feel quite good about myself... a "follower" of mine (d'awww... I just love saying that... I have strangers who read my reviews and comment on them and tell me they like the same books and that they think my reviews are "awesome" and sometimes "beautiful!" Aw! New friends!) just gifted me the "VERSATILE BLOGGER AWARD" (to be said in booming award-announcerman voice).

WOOT!!!

Okay, so she gave it to darklightlullabye.com, but I'm so proud that I'm putting my post regarding it up on BOTH of my blogs. (Therefore, you get to sit here and read it, too. Suck it up and read it, man.)

"When you recieve this awesome award all you do is share 7 things about yourself, pass on this award along to another 15 deserving blogs."


Thanks to http://randomteenshtuff.blogspot.com/ for giving me the award. D'awwww :) It still freaks me out that people actually read this stuff! Right on, folks!

My seven things:

1. I'm 19, and so far, every semester I've been in a new state, living with a new relative (or awesome roommates that are close enough that I consider my hand-picked family) at a new college. Huh.

2. Last week, I laid out on a back country road with two of my old friends and looked at the stars (it happens to be a secret favorite hobby of mine). I am now covered in bug bites. I regret nothing.

3. I always type. Always. Due to health issues, my hands shake slightly so my handwiritng sucks beyond measure. It also makes me write super slow and my mind goes on without my hand catching up. School was a beast.

4. Someone once told me I "bleed creativity from my ears." Best. Compliment. Ever.

5. I'm about as white-girl Wonderbread as it comes. I'm "a'ight" though, as it has been said. Sweet beans, man.

6. I loathe blow drying my hair. Loathe it. No partiuclar reason why. I just do.

7. I often run into doors, walls, and other free-standing furniture. This is because I often walk around at night thinking, "Nah, I know my way around the bathroom, I don't need to turn the lights on," but then I get groovin' to whatever song is currently playing in my mind and BOOM! Collision.


So, here's the deal. I'm only now discovering the blogging community... soooo... I don't know fifteen blogs to nominante. Lame, right? Sorry. So, instead, I'm nominating anyone who reads this! Yeah, you! Guess what, I just gave you the Versatile Blogger Award! Ha! Go spread the love, man. Thanks for wasting your time away with me :)

Sitting Outside

Awesome discovery!

I can get internet when I sit outside of my grandparents house! (And yes, I'm stealing it from one of my neighbors, but I can't tell whom. Oh well. THANKS, NEIGHBORS, for not putting a passowrd on your wifi!)

So, here I am, sitting on the outdoor couch, and Diego is sitting at the screen door, meowing his face off because he doesn't like me being out here. TAKE THAT, CAT! (He has been ornery lately, and I've had it up to here.)

Isn't that a strange word? Ornery? Funky spelling. It's just a word that I grew up using. Ornery.

Well... I'm off to the library with my grandma today... guess who gets a library card? CHUS. Not as good as new books, but I really can't afford those, no matter how much I try to get around it... Bah.

And. Yeah. I don't really have much to say. How's that for an unteresting post? Sorry. I'm slacking. :(

Inception

Everyone has a list of things (stories, books, MOVIES, in this case) that have absolutely blown their mind.

Inception is the newest addition to my list.

Blown. My. Mind.

SO GOOD.

Dad and I just saw it, and we were just laughing as we were walking to the car, we couldn’t come up with anything to say. Okay, I was laughing, and Dad was just shaking his head while I cried, “THAT. WAS. AWESOMMMMMMMME.”

So. I liked it. I’ve heard that a lot of people had a hard time keeping up with the story, which is true, but I found that I kept up quite fine. All the kicks coming back was a bit confusing, but overall it was twisty-turny and full of all sorts of fun.

But, now I’m thinking… and I’m wondering… first off, (SPOILER ALERT) Of course, the end. Was the top about to stop? Or, if not, who’s dream is it?

If it does stop, and Cobb is in reality… is he in TRUE reality, or is it a reality that he had created for himself that he has convinced himself is the REAL reality (even though it’s not)?

Wherever Cobb is, reality or not, will he dream? If he does dream, will it be “normal dreams” like you and I have, or will they be like his dreams from the beginning of the movie, where Mol is going crazy?

Also, do the other team members dream, like normal dreams? Or have they lost the ability to dream because they know how to manipulate dreams? Cause that would be sad :(

Also… Leonardo Decaprio grew up and lost his baby-face… awww. He’s no longer this baby faced kid that perpetually looked like he was sixteen despite the fact that he was thirty or whatever.

Your impressions?

Sigh. I’m a happy girl. Good movies make me happy. And Inception was ultimately good.

Creativity

I’ve always envisioned my creativity as a sort of lap-band that goes around my heart. Only instead of it being some piece of plastic or whatever constricting my stomach, I think of it as a ribbon wrapped around my heart that encourages it to grow bigger, pound harder, love stronger.

I’ve always wanted to take that ribbon and mash it all together until my creativity is just a big, pulsing ball of energy, then rip it open and let the colors splash across a paper. To have one canvas where you can point to it and say utterly complete, “This. Is. Me.” I want to know what mine would look like so badly.

I LOVE MAGGIE

OH MY FREAKING GOSH!

GUYS!!!!!!

GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!?!

Okay, so you know how I'm always trying to hype up my other blog, darklightlullabye.com? OH MY GOSH!!!

Okay, wait, so I posted on here my review of Shiver and Linger? Yeah, the really long post that you all skipped? MAGGIE STEIFVATER HERSELF READ IT. AND LIKED IT. AND TWEETED ABOUT IT.

*STARES FLABBERGASTED AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN*

You have NO idea how hyped I am. Okay, no, so even better? Apparently, when Maggie (<3) tweeted about it, she linked it to my site, darklightlullabye.com, so OTHER PEOPLE READ IT... Guess what that means?!?!? I HAVE FOLLOWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Like, legit followers! Followers that I've never even met before! Strangers that subsribed to me so they can follow my reviews!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

I seriously giggled and squealed when I found out. Yes, I was sitting in the Starbucks cafe in Barnes and Noble. Yes, people looked at me weird. No, I didn't care, BECAUSE I HAVE FOLLOWERS! 12 amazing strangers who get notified every time I post a review and leave nice comments like "beautiful review..."

:) :) :) :)

Talk about an ego-boost!!!!!

BAHH!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO EXCITED WITH MYSELF!

Okay. I'm done ranting (although I'm still giggling sillily to myself. Sillily? Is that a word? You know what? I DON'T CARE! I HAVE FOLLOWERS!).

Take care. Read a book. Pet a puppy. Shave a walrus. Eat your brocoli. Be happy.