I didn't understand the definition of the word busy until these last two weeks...
Between family issues, housesitting, work, getting ready to go back to school, making preparations to move back in with Rian & Hannah & our new roommate Janis, and all the other things in life, I feel like I barely have time to breathe or do much of anything!
I am sorry lovelies that I have been lacking in posting. I appreciate your love & understanding. You, my lovelies, are the loveliest people ever.
WANTED: So one of my best friends (and practically older sister) Brie was having a tough day yesterday... a really bad day. Anyways, she was crying and upset and had to work. She works at a local bookstore. Well this cute boy walks in and starts talking to her. She had just wiped away tears, but you could tell she had been sobbing. This boy asked what was wrong. She insisted she was "fine". He finally said okay and left. A few minutes later, the boy returned with a bag of cookies he bought to cheer her up and then left. CUTEST THING EVER? Aw... that is so sweet.
If you are the cookie boy or know the cookie boy, contact me!
Brie is married and we had a sleepover yesterday for the first time in more than a year (our last one was the night before she got married). Amazing times. She told me she wished she would've asked for his number for me or given him my number but that she was just in shock and stunned at this boy's act of kindness. I wish she would've! He sounds like the kind of boy I want. I had to share how lovely that was of him to do that. Proof that chivalry does exist; more than that, there really is a 0.01% of guys out there who are hopeless romantics.
Really, if you are the cookie guy who gave cookies to my sad friend Brie in Pocatello, Idaho, I want to meet you. Haha :) Seriously though... can you blame me?!
I just finished reading Lauren Oliver's Delirium.
I wrote a post about this book earlier this year. I hadn't read it yet but put some quotes from the book I read online. I wrote that I wanted to read it. I thought it sounded amazing. It was more than amazing. I was breathless at the end. I started reading it and couldn't put it down. I finished it in less than a day. That's how absolutely wonderful it is. I will give you a brief summary below, and if you are a bookworm like me and haven't read this yet, I bet you will rush to a bookstore and buy it right now.
Ninety-five days, and then I'll be safe. I wonder whether the procedure will hurt. I want to get it over with. It's hard to be patient. It's hard not to be afraid while I'm still uncured, though so far the deliria hasn't touched me yet. Still, I worry. They say that in the old days, love drove people to madness. The deadliest of all things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don't.
Lena looks forward to receiving the government-mandated cure that prevents the delirium of love and leads to a safe, predictable, and happy life, until ninety-five days before her eighteenth birthday and her treatment, when she falls in love.
I am severely suffering from post-book depression at the moment... I have since I finished this masterpiece yesterday. I am in shock. I related to Lena in an unbelievable amount of ways. I fell in love with Alex as she did. I fell in love with this book. I am in love with it. The cliffhanger this book leaves you on is just torturous. I HAVE to know what happens next. This will be a trilogy. The second book Pandemonium doesn't come out until March 2012! If the deliria doesn't completely drive me mad before then, it will be a miracle.
They say don't judge a book by its cover.
However, these covers are nearly as gorgeous as the book itself.
I'm going to share a few more of my favorite quotes (I shared some in my previous post about the book). If you don't want spoilers, don't read any further. There may be some!
"This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else--every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss--has meant nothing."
"The streets are empty by now. The whole city is silent and still. The whole city might have wound down into nothing, burned away while we were in the shed, and I wouldn't have noticed or cared. The walk home is fuzzy, a dream. He holds my hand the whole way and we stop to kiss twice, again in the longest, deepest shadows we can find. Both times I wish the shadows were solid, had weight, and they would fold down around us and bury us there so we could stay like that forever, chest to chest, lip to lip. Both times I feel my chest seize up when he pulls away and takes my hand and we have to start walking again, not kissing, like suddenly I can only breathe correctly when we are.
Somehow--too soon--I'm home, and whispering goodbye to him and feeling his lips brush mine one last time, as light as wind.
Then I'm sneaking into the house and up the stairs and into the bedroom, and it's not until I've been lying in bed for a long time, shivering, aching, missing him already, that I realize my aunt and my teachers and the scientists are right about the deliria. As I lie there with the hurt driving through my chest and the sick, anxious feeling churning through me and the desire for Alex so strong inside of me it's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care."
Read Delirium. You will become infected with amor deliria nervosa too!
Can you say FIRE?
The mountains across the valley from my parents house was on fire yesterday.
It was getting close to burning down the high school I went to and will love forever.
Luckily, it was contained.
It burned quite a bit of land and one house though.
The view from my parents deck was spectacular especially to see the fire glowing bright orange when the sun was gone and night took it's place.