Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I Appreciate You.

     I would like to thank everyone for their support of my opinion.  I appreciate it greatly.

     The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke:
     I had read this book when I fourth grader and I fell in love with it.  I had forgotten the name over the years but I never forgot the storyline.  It tortured my soul  and sent my heart into turmoil.  Okay it didn't, but it did bother quite a bit.  So, I sat down one night and Googled children's books.  I had to trial and error, but I did it.  I found the book.  This wonderful, wonderful book and I am so happy.  I got a FIRST edition of it in the mail today.  Well, I think it's a first edition.  That's what Amazon told me anyway.  Either way, I'm happy about it. 
     What's that I'm sensing?  Am I sensing my dear reader's begging for more?  Do you want to hear more?  Maybe, if you're good I'll tell you more.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh, who am I kidding?! You're ALWAYS good.  So here you go:

"Welcome to the magical underworld of Venice, Italy, where hidden canals and crumbling rooftops shelter runaways and children with incredible secrets...
Prosper and Bo are orphans on the run from their cruel aunt and uncle.  The brothers decide to hide out in Venice, where they meet a mysterious thirteen-year-old boy who calls himself the "Thief Lord."  Brilliant and charismatic, the Thief Lord leads a ring of street children who dabble in petty crimes.  Prosper and Bo delight in being part of this colorful new family.  But the Thief Lord has secrets of his own.  And soon the boys are thrust into circumstances that will lead them. and readers, to a fantastic, spellbinding conclusion. "

-- The Inside Flap of the Book.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Get Over It.

     Yes, I curse.  Do I do it excessively?  No, not really.  I curse in two posts in a row and all of the sudden I'm being judged for the way I express myself?  Get. Over. It.  I'm not even using the worst words in the book.  Believe me, I could have dropped the f-bomb a million times by now.  Hey, I could have said GD this and GD that, but I didn't.  I could have called so many FICTIONAL CHARACTERS s.o.b.'s, but I didn't.  Why?  Because I thought it wasn't necessary to use that level of language to describe how I feel about the FICTIONAL CHARACTER
     If you have a issue with the way I express MY OPINION about a FICTIONAL CHARACTER get off of here right now.  And another thing, you have so little respect for me that you go to my father instead of me- the only person who controls my language- then I most certainly will not respect you.  You know who are- though I do not know who you are- and frankly, I don't care that you have an issue with my language.  I'm not writing this for you.  I'm writing this because I feel like it, because I wanted a place to express MY opinions.  You DO NOT have to type this address in YOUR URL.  You do not have to read this, you chose to come here and read what I think.  And if I feel like I have to go up a level on the language scale to express how I feel about a FICTIONAL CHARACTER I have every right to do so.
     Now, I could have a conversation with you in person and I would refrain from the language because when you're talking to me you don't really have any choice but the hear the words coming out of my mouth.  But since this is the internet and you have a choice about whether or not you come here, I have every right to type what I am thinking.  This is MY blog, not yours.  Get off your high horse and deal with it.

*Please note that I did not use the "terrible" language because I didn't feel like it was necessary.  I decide when it's necessary to use the words I want.  Deal with it.

** Also, by now you should have realized that if you have innocent children then you should not let them read my blog.  You could read it to them and change the wording around to censor me, but I won't censor myself for you.  Frankly in my opinion, you shouldn't trust the internet to your small impressionable children anyway.

***  I'll apologize to anyone that I offended.  This post went out the people who had a problem with my language and not to my readers as a whole.  If you read this, -and I'll be surprised if anyone actually read this all the way through- and this does not apply to you please shrug it off with a laugh.  Tomorrow it will be back to business as usual. Pinky promise.

Sunday, February 26, 2012


     THE LION KING!!! BOOYAA!!! So, instead of focusing my time and energy on writing about books, I'm going to watch The Lion King and do my Chemistry, Trig, Driver's Ed, Health, and Biology during the commercials.  It's obvious I have my priorities straight.

"Home is where your rump rests."- Pumba.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer.

     I genuinely liked this book.  At first, but after Stephenie Meyer turned it into a multimillion dollar franchise I have turned to hate the name Twilight.  She sold out.  Big time.  They butchered it, and plus I genuinely dislike everyone who heard of it because of the movie, saw the movie, decided they liked it, read the books, and then decided they hated the movie.
     Onto the book, it opens up with Bella Swan on her way to Forks, Washington to live with her father Charlie.  You know, I really don't want to go over the story line.  I'll just tell you what I think of the characters.

Bella Swan:  smart girl, but willing to put up with an obsessive, possessive, violent, angry, controlling boyfriend.  I've lost my respect for her.  She should have just let herself move on after he left.  She's obviously a good person since she ran halfway around the world to save his pathetic ass, but she only went because she thought she couldn't live without him.  She's so dependent on one person, it's ridiculous.  This is one of those stories where I wish the main characters died.

Edward Cullen:  J.A.C.K.A.S.S.  He's like, "Oh, hey I really like this girl.  I think I'm going to stalk her and not let any other guy near her because even though I barely know anything about her, I want her to be in my life forever."  God, I hate and love him.  He can be unbelievably sweet but he does it in this awkward manner.  I know some people will say, "Oh, that's just because he's from a different time."  No, it's because he's creepy.  My grandfather was born in a similar time and he isn't creepy.

Jacob Black:  In my mind, he's like Edward, but not as creepy and possessive.  He's angry but he tried to control it and he's okay with letting Bella hang out with other guys as long as it isn't a vampire.

Those are the only characters that I feel like describing, but I'll leave you with a parting note:  book two, New Moon, is my favorite because Edward leaves.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

I Greatly dislike the Host.

     No, not The Host by Stephanie Meyers.  Though I do have a few choice words for that sell-out.  Humph.  Anyway, I am speaking of the host from The Canterbury Tales.  He's rude, he's stupid, he can't tell a good story from a door knob.  He offended me greatly, HE CUT OFF MY FAVORITE STORY.  I really liked Sir Topaz and then he told the story teller that he was BORING.  He was NOT boring.  I loved his story.  Jackass.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

If There is Anything I Recommend.

     I recommend Waiting for Normal by Leslie Connor.  It has got to be one of the heart touching books I have ever read.  WARNING: It's a heart breaker in the end, but sooooooo worth it.  The story goes follows the life of twelve year old Addie.  Who is faced with a terrible mother who acts more like a child than a parent which turns the table on young Addie forcing her take on the "Mother Hen" on her tight fit home. You are introduced to an amazing cast of characters just up the street from her own little Hell.
As I've said before:  I hate summarizing so here's a summary for you. Sighted of course.

 We’ve seen this situation before: a parent neglects a child, while the child seeks a wider community to find support. Here that child is 12-year-old Addie, who lives with Mommers in a trailer on a busy street in Schenectady after her adored stepfather and half sisters move upstate. Mommers has lost custody of the “littles” because of neglect, and though she and Addie can laugh together, once Mommers hooks up with Pete, she is not much for good times—though she brings the bad times home. Addie finds solace in occasional visits to her sisters and in her neighbors, especially Soula, ill from her chemotherapy treatments. Connor takes a familiar plot and elevates it with smartly written characters and unexpected moments. Addie starts out being a kid who thinks she has to go along to get along, but as Mommers’ actions become more egregious, her spine stiffens. And though Addie loves her time upstate, she is willing to forgo it when the normality she has there is more painful than positive. This is a meaningful story that will touch many.


I do hope, that whoever you are that you will at least consider reading this book.  It really is worth it, trust me or my name isn't Mo---------- Ahhhh! Almost got me, nope still not revealing my name.

Monday, February 20, 2012


     It's high time I write a post about another Tale but I don't have one as of yet.  I do however have one in me for Disney movies.  I had spent my evening watching Lady and the Tramp and it makes me appreciate my childhood.  Kids now a days are getting crap.  And I mean plan out crap.  It's like they're getting the rejects of my day. I mean seriously, Kick Budowski? What the Hell is that?  Not only are they getting the rejects, they're getting less clever. 
     They're only just now realizing the brilliancy of Lady and the Tramp, The Lion King, Dumbo, Cinderella, the Little Mermaid, Snow White, just to many to name.  Mickey Mouse is all but forgotten.  And the Looney Tunes!  They came out with a show called "The Looney Tunes Show," shit.  That's what it is.  My God, it's terrible.  I can't sit through five minutes of it. 
      My point is, I'm glad I got what I did because as far as I'm concerned there will never be a better generation of television.  We got the old and we got the new.  When the new was still good.  These kids today, they don't even get my generations shows.  To watch the Powerpuff Girls they have to buy a different channel than the cartoons.  Can you say r-i-p-o-f-f?

You won't find a voice like this anymore. <3

Sunday, February 19, 2012


     I'm making progress in The Canterbury Tales.  It's a slow progress, but at least it's something.  And we all know something is better than nothing.  I've made it to the seventh tale with eighteen more to go! Woo! Not really,  that's a lot of tales to read.  But I'm determined to finish it.  I WILL finish it.  I just need to focus.  Focus.  Focus. Focus.  So much focusing when I have so much more to do.  Like ALL that make-up I have to do.  I have so much make-up work, it's not really effecting my grade that much but it's enough for me to want to do it eventually.  Like before the school year ends.  I also have so many OTHER books to read.  After The Canterbury Tales I have to read:  Arthas by Christie Golden, the Ink Heart trilogy by Cornelia Funke, Death at Pemberly by someone, and so many more.  But I will do it.

My Make-up Work.

Thursday, February 16, 2012


      Is what I got when I looked at my comments!  Just didn't expect it, but also we got a new cat and she won't leave my room.

      Scars on the Heart

She was exotic, her and her brother’s to the students of Cappa High in Mountain View, Washington.  All eyes landed on them as they made their way through the lunch room.  The two boys-Casper and Jasper- walking on either side of Geneviere.  To the other students they’re the new kids.  The rare batch of triplets who were unbelievably close.
            In reality though, there were first cousins born on the same day, same month, same year in the same hospital.  But to each other they felt like fibers of the same thread.  So as usual, the two boys claimed their lovely cousin as sister and she in return claimed them as brothers.
            To the twin boys it was new.  Though they had traveled the world helping people, they had always been enrolled at the same schools in their hometown.  They were here for only one reason though- to make sure Geneviere adjusted to her new surroundings.

            Geneviere was a shy but worldly five feet and five and a half inches tall.  She had steel blue eyes that always appeared to be shouldering something but you could never tell what.  Her hair was kept at shoulder length and it always lied on the balance between dishwater blonde and light brown with slight red highlights.

            To Geneviere this was just another school, another town, another place in time that will blend in with so many others.  From a young age she started traveling the world due to a heartbreaking event.  Her parents divorced when she was six and in the settlement her mother, Sarah McClain, got full custody over her more responsible and less erratic father, Thomas Johnson.

            Geneviere had carried around a feeling of unwantedness when regard of her father’s feelings towards her.  Even since Jackson’s death a lot has changed in her immediate family.  her mother set off immediately the divorce to California where she buried her grief in work and men.

            Thomas left the family ranch in Gatesville, Texas and moved up north to the large property he owned in Mountain View, Washington.  Thomas was still a figure at the family’s global business, but he did not participate actively.  Unlike his ex-wife, he drew into himself and refrained from making any important decisions.


     This is what I have so far, it's not much but it's got potential.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

I've Got Nothing; No Magic Words

"To stop your leaving
To end this hurt
I'm just plain, staring off into space
Saying please, please let me think of something
 'cause I've got nothing"

     I do love that song, but anyway I haven't made much progress in the Canterbury Tales but if you would like, tomorrow I will show you what I have for my Young Writers story.  That'll give you a break from my criticism. Comment, let me know!
     Okay, maybe you won't comment, but I'll post it tomorrow anyway. But still, comment if you'd like to read it.  It's nice to feel wanted every once in a while.  Even though I'm pretty sure only a handful of people come here regularly.

Monday, February 13, 2012

The Reeve's Tale.

     Alright, so now that all the excitement and heartache of last week is over I was able to sit down, relax, and READ.  Well, I hadn't had much time to read The Canterbury Tales so I took off from where I set down.  And to be honest, I was pretty bored by the general prologue.  I thought I was NEVER going to get through it.
     Of course I did though, I went through The Knight's Tale and thought that was going to be my favorite because he told a Greek tale and well... I love the old Greek tales.  I have to say though, The Miller's Tale kind of stole my heart.  Granted the carpenter's wife and friend are a couple of bigots.  I thought it was hilarious when Alison stuck her arse-love that word-out the window for that man to kiss!  It was disgusting, but hilariously disgusting.
    The Reeve's Tale, my God I hate it.  I can't even tell what they're saying half the time and when I can I translate it into proper English in my head.  The grammar is atrocious.  God awful, I want to reach into the book and beat those men with rakes for how badly they're speaking.  I swear, if I wasn't so insistent on reading this thing from cover to cover I'd skip this stupid tale.  There is just no way this one will win the prize at the end.  It's to stupid. Stupid.stupid.stupid. Harumph.

P.S. I'm sure some of you are wanting an update on Coco: I stayed home from school to help mom load her into the car.  The vet said she doesn't have anything broken, but they'll have to keep her a minimum of a week and possibly up to three weeks.

"Have you forgot the old philosophic saw
That goes like this, 'All is fair in love and war'?
Love is a mightier law, upon my soul,
Than any made by any mortal rule;"
-The Knights Tale, The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

Sunday, February 12, 2012


Coco is home!  She just showed up on our front porch this morning, all quiet and tired.  She appears to have some tendon or muscle damage to one of her back legs, but other wise she is in total health.


And I'd like to thank everyone for their support and helpful comments!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

This Update has no Update.

     Nothing.  We looked and looked and looked. Nothing but fur and a dead end blood trail.  If we had done so many things differently we wouldn't be in this situation.  We can't change what we didn't do, we can only control what we do.  Sadly, that doesn't help.  I just want my dog back.  I just want my dog...

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

My Apologies.

     I apologize for not posting yesterday.  We had a family difficulty that led to me wandering around in the dark for an hour and a half looking for one of our dogs.  I came back with only tears and cuts all over my legs since I was wearing my pajama shorts.  If you can't tell, I really don't have the heart to write this.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Who Isn't Watching the Superbowl?

     That's right, I said it.  I spent my time watching the Golden Girls, Gargoyles, and Pride and Prejudice for the sixth or seventh time this weekend instead.  I would have watched it had say, the Cowboys or the Colts played.  But the Patriots and Giants? Ew.  I'm not a fan of either nor will I ever be.
     Seriously, the Golder Girls or the Superbowl?  Which sounds more entertaining?  Watching three middle aged woman and an old lady have a good time or men tackling each other in tights?  Granted, the men in tights are attractive and I love a good high school football game but it's just not that fun to watch through the tube.  I think I'll stick to my old ladies and 90 sitcoms.  They make me happier than the handful of funny commercials.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Something Positive

     I feel like I need to write something positive.  I would LOVE to write about Pride and Prejudice, but I have something special planned for that book.  Something special. (=^.^=)  Oh, how I love that book!  Anyway... something positive... something positive...  I don't want to write about the Canterbury Tales quite yet.  It will be a few days before I can think of a lovely post about that book.
     Oh who am I kidding?!  I don't think about what I'm going to write on here!  I just let it all come to me right at the moment.  That's how all of my writing is.  Just my thoughts passing through my fingertips.  You should read what I write for WVWrites.  God, I hate that thing.  I hate so much.  Instead of doing my actual assignment-which is to write about something stupid- I write about how much I hate it and how I would destroy it if I could.  Vile thing.  I hope it rots in Hell.
"One of these days Lizzy someone is going to catch your eye and then you'll have to watch your tongue!"  - Jane Bennet, Pride and Prejudice, 2005
     Sorry for that,  it's one of my favorite quotes from the movie which I am watching for the second time today.

Back to writing my story for young writers!

Friday, February 3, 2012

STILL Reading Ten Little Indians.

     I HATE THIS BOOK.  It's so dry and the characters have got to be some of the dumbest people I could ever imagine.  Seriously?  Putting all of your belongings that could PROTECT you into one place where only one of you supposedly have the key.  Gee, I wouldn't think that the man who OWNS the house would have a set of spare keys.  Or you know, since it was established that one of the house guests was the murderer that he very well could just kill the two holding the keys.  Idiots.  Absolute idiots.
     I suppose I should apologize for this extremely critical post since I know many of you for some reason actually enjoyed this book.  But I won't, I'll just leave you with this:  I'm extremely cranky.  I've been sick this week and by the end of the school day has a killer headache.  And I think we all know how that effects your attitude.

- Longstory.

P.S. You know, this post was suppose to be about my favorite quotes but it kind of turned into me yelling about the book.  If it was my book, I'd have thrown it into the wall by now.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

I Hate Complaining.

     To start off, I'll mention the Hunger Games.  I've had many recommendations to read this beautiful series and to let you know; I have and I LOVED IT.  Ms. Collins though broke my heart many many times.  The books were beautiful and if Peeta was an actual person I would cuddle up next to him and go to sleep.  Like a teddy bear.  I love him to bits and I LOVED Gale.  Until he became obsessed with weaponry and killed that innocent little girl by association.  Broke my heart he did.  Broke and stomped on it.
     I find this a little ironic that the title of this post is about how much I hate complaining and this blog is essentially about complaining about books.
     The other thing I want to address is my font.  I like my font, I think it's beautiful.  It even looks kind of like my handwriting.  I have really nice handwriting.  Which is why I loved that font.  It was more personal, more me.  It made this whole ridiculous blog thing feel more like I was continuing the story in my head.  But alas, I'll change it.  Not to the normal hash baggery that you all are probably thinking of.  Boring people.  That's right, I just called you boring and I won't apologize for it you boring boring people. 


P.S.- Please refrain from using my name if you know.  If you didn't get the hint from my About Me I'll say it now:  I don't want these people to know my name.  I don't think that it's a terribly important thing to know my name and plus it makes it feel more secret.  More fun.  So please, if you used my name in a comment delete or repost without my name.  I won't force you too, just something I'd appreciate.  I am changing the font for you.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

And Then There Were None.

     A stupid little book known as Ten Little Indians (previously published as And Then There Were None) by Agatha Cristie is keeping me from my beloved The Canterbury Tales.  I have to read this "mystery" novel for my honors English class and am terribly bored.  Within the first few pages of them arriving at the island I had figured out who the mysterious U.N. Owen was.  Thus, making the rest boring and irritating.  The poem is obviously relating to their deaths and yet the guests only guess that they are the Indians in the poem but not that the poem is portraying their demise.
     Honestly, I would rather hand this book right back to my English teacher but for the love of God I have to take a test on it and I'd rather not keep cheating on my assignments for this book.  I'd like to take some credit for my grade.