Withdrawl.

     I have a dog. His name is Casper.  It has been 23 days since I have seen my baby. He's been with me since he was a puppy two years ago and I want him RIGHT NOW. I miss my dog. Only six more days and then I can see my baby again.
     You know, out of everything I could miss about West Virginia it's my dog that I miss the most and am pinning to see. Sure. I miss my mother. Sure, I miss my brother.  Sure, I miss my many books. Sure, I miss my cat Spice. I love Spice, but she's a cat and makes me sneeze. Sure, I miss my horses, Patriot and Zip. Sure, I miss my friends.  But out of all that, I miss my dog. I want to see my dog. I want to hug my dog and I want to yell at my dog because I know he's going to lick me despite how much I hate being licked. I miss my dog.

        How could you not miss this handsome yellow lab? This faithful companion? This magnificent creature that he is! (Photo Credited to Suzanne Dye)
   Anyway, I read a new book. Fixing Delilah by Sarah Ockler.  It was fantastic. I read it all day. Literally. I started reading at 11 a.m. and finished reading around 11 p.m. Seriously, it's a good book. If you're into Sarah Dessen like novels that it is, then you should definitely pick it up.

Twenty Days.

     That's how many days it's been since I last posted.  I suppose I should feel bad, but I just haven't had anything to write about.  I said I read a lot during the summer and I do, but this summer is different.  This summer I've been reading stories from the internet that young aspiring authors have written. And I must tell you, I'm impressed.

     Some of the writers are very good at it and can obviously do a wide variety of genres.  I'm in awe of them, and then I see shit.  Just absolute shit that some people try to pass on as work.  And I suppose I should take mercy on them because they are novice, but I feel none.  When you have a finese for something you have it and when you don't you don't.

P.S. Don't mix sleep aids and alcohol.  JUST DON'T.

Five Chapters In.

     Five chapters in and I still don't know what to think of Death Comes to Pemberley by P.D. James.  I'm pretty particular when it comes to spinoffs of previous works. And when it comes to Miss Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy I am uber particular.  They are possibly my favorite couple from a book and I want their essense to be exactly like it should be.  And I can't tell if P.D. James has accomplished that or not.
     Alas, it is a murder mystery of some sort so it is to be expected that things are not as they seem and characters are not as they should be, but still don't mess with Miss Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy.  The author seems to put a lot of useless information into the story, I'm worn out just trying to sort out everything she has included.  And believe me it is a lot.  And it's only been five chapters! I can't begin to imagine how the next... damnit.  This is one of those books where they restart the counting of the chapters because there are parts to the book. 
     Yes, I know how ironic that is for me to say because the same thing happens in Pride and Prejudice.

3 A.M.

     It's three in the morning here on the eastern side of the country and I should be sleeping.  I tried sleeping, apparently it didn't agree with me tonight. 

     I'm a slight insomniac you see.  Sleep hasn't been a very easy thing to achieve or maintain these last couple of years for me.  So I tell myself stories.  Usually stories that originate from a book or television show that I eventually make my own.  And thus sleep never comes because I get myself to caught up in my own story.  I hate that.  I just want to sleep, but no.  I'm on here. And previously Facebook.  And I'm trying to add some photos from King's Island to my virtual collection on my computer, but it's making me reinstall everything for some God awful reason. sigh.  I'll show you all some once I get everything sorted out.

    Oh!  I'm flying out for rest and relaxation on the ninth! That's a lie.  I'm probably not going to get to rest or relax because I have an adorable little cousin who wants to play with me all the time... Oh well, I don't mind.  I love her so it's okay.  But after a week I'm flying to Texas for two weeks, halleluiah! I miss my home state.  It holds my heart.

Just a Moment.

     Just a moment.  That's all I have right now.  Ever since Friday morning I've been going.  Finals all day during school- which I passed with flying colors by the way.  I have been home since Friday morning.  I spent the weekend with a very near and dear friend of mine.  I met people left and right Saturday and Sunday.  Today we went to his home and rode four wheelers and visited another friend.  And then I was taken to town to spend a few hours another friends house until one of my favorite people in the world could pick me up and take me home.  Our friend tagged along and then we had a good hour and a half visit until they left and now I'm writing a post at 9 o'clock at night  because I haven't have a moments rest until now.  Feel special, I'm spending it talking to you.  I have to get up at 3:30 tomorrow morning and then leave at 4:30 that morning for a school trip to an amusement park.  Feel special.

    
P.S.- I lit my face on fire during chemistry class.

Conclusion.

     I've come to the conclusion that I can't pull a post out of my ass everyday about a book.  It gets a little confusing when you're posting about books that you've previously read while you're reading a completely different book.  So in the end the post about books will be not on a daily basis.  That's to much for me.  Especially right now with finals coming up.  One more week and then I'll be at King's Island for summer break.  Two more weeks and I'll be in Florida.  Three more weeks and I'll be in sweet sweet Texas where I can absorb books by the dozen.  But in the time between I start a book and finish a book I'll post amusing pictures or random thoughts.

     Sound nice?  It better because you're not going to get much more from me.

     In the mean time enjoy this picture:

     P.S.  You should go to the following website and vote for my cousin Anya!  http://www.golfchannel.com/fanfavorite/

It's Been a While.

     I have been super busy with the final weeks of school and hadn't had time to read much and so I didn't exactly have anything to post.  But it being the standardized test week I've been able to catch up and finally get to something that's been sitting on my bookshelf for several months now.  What could it be? Hm... I wonder...

     It's Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs.

     Did you know birds can time travel?  I didn't either until I read this book.  The story takes you through the normal everyday life of Jacob Portman, the grandson of a Polish Immigrant who lived a miraculous life.  The story takes sudden turn to the paranormal when his grandfather Abe calls sixteen-year-old Jacob at work, hysterical that something is after him and he can't get into his gun cabinet because Jacob's father hid the key for his safety.

     Ever read a book where they describe someone and you wish they included a picture of said person?

     Ransom Riggs was so kind as to place pictures throughout the story when he introduces a new peculiar child to Jacob's life.

      This probably seems vague and uninteresting, but this is one of those times where I just don't want to give anything away. Please, just take my word for it when I say it's worth it.