Holy Mother of Shiznit.

The ramblings of me.

Dancing Ling
I'm sorry to say, but it's time for me to abandon this blog. It's not that I've stopped blogging, it's just that I want to switch to a website without such obnoxious ads, hard coding, idiotic slowness, etc. etc.

So, if you'd like to read my ramblings once again please come to:


That's the link to my new blog hosted on tumblr. Goodbye everyone, I hope to see you again!

My Life
I went out with friends and saw 'Shutter Island' today.

I came home and read Skip Beat!.

There must be something fundamentally wrong with me.

Writer's Block: It's me, not you
Love Being Me
Have you ever broken off a relationship with a friend because it was unhealthy for your self-esteem? Were you proud of your decision or did you regret it?

There's actually twice that I've done this. Once last year and once the year before last. The first time that I did this... It was honestly the hardest thing that I've ever done. I made my friend cry. He told me that no one had made him cry like that since second grade. It broke my heart to do it, but luckily, we decided a few months later that it was too hard to not be friends, and we would just have to make it work, because we were miserable without each other. That was an awesome day because I regretted what I did so much. Even though he made me feel like crap occasionally, it was nothing compared to what it was like without him, and when we were friends again he really did make an effort to be better, and it showed. We're still friends today.

The second time was... a bit different. I told him that I didn't want to be friends, and he exploded at me and hurled insults and called me all sorts of names not fit for public. I ignored him for two weeks, feeling pretty wonderful about myself. Then he came back to me, crawling and apologizing and generally saying how much of an asshole he was and how he wouldn't rest until we were friends again. I didn't want to be friends, but we got put together on a project for acting class, and I didn't want to fail, so I sort of had to be. We're still in this awkward 'friend-not-friend' relationship. I hate him, he doesn't love me, but doesn't want anyone else to have me, that sort of a situation. It's horrible. I don't regret what I did that day, but I do regret that I didn't do it forcefully enough. Now I'm stuck with him. -.-

How Twilight Ruined Fiction
Lunch Time
So, yesterday I walk into Barnes and Nobel because I've really been wanting to read the book Fight Club. So I do. While there I stop in the teen literature section because I am, in fact, a teenager. While there I see an entire table devoted entirely to Twilight franchise items (such as books, lunchboxes, blankets, journals, etc.). Though I used to be a fan of the series, I never obsessed over it like the 'Twi-hards' do nowadays. And though I enjoyed the books, I don't see any need to make such a gigantic fuss over them. But despite my negative feelings for this book, I trudged through, looking to see if there's anything that I would enjoy.

Now, I read a variety of different books. I like everything from David Sedaris to Eva Ibbotson to Scott Westerfield to John Green to George Orwell to Neil Gaiman and everything in between. I read. A lot. But lately I've been going for more fantasty or sci-fi like things just because I'm writing a fantasy novel and I like to explore the choices that other (and better) authors have made before me.

But here was my problem: EVERYTHING WAS A FREAKING VAMPIRE NOVEL. Four years ago, I would go to Barnes and Nobel and have a wide variety of things to chose from. Sure, there were a lot of Gossip Girl-esque novels at that time, but I didn't really mind. What I do mind, however, are vampire novels. For the most part, they irritate me. I hate to generalize, but they usually consist of little to no plot with a big heap of flaming hormone-infused romance. They're not exactly the sort of thing that I like to read. But since the whole Twilight phenomenon started, all I've seen is vampire novel after vampire novel after vampire novel. And I'm sick of it.

What happened to werewolves? How about fairies? Anyone heard of wizards? Or a good old fashioned exorcist? These are what I want to read about, not a bunch of sex-obsessed blood suckers who want nothing more than to make teenage girls go 'SQUEE' (and some lonely adults as well). So please, authors of the world, stop writing bad vampire romance novels. It doesn't take sparkily skin and a fettish for blood to make a romance, it just takes chemistry and likable characters. And there is more to fantasty than vampires, try to branch out from Stephanie Meyer's world just a little. I promise that you'll at least sell more books to me that way.

Writer's Block: Animal magnetism
What animal best represents your inner spirit? If you had to wake up as an animal, which one would you choose, and why? Are your two answers the same? Why or why not?

Inner spirit? Rock hyrax. Animal? Orangutan. Why? Because they have fingers.


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