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...

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.

Who Isn't Watching the Superbowl?

     THIS GIRL!
     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.

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!

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.

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. 

-Longstory.

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.

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.