Ahh, Wednesday...a day of infamy and desperation, a day which shall go down in history forever.
(Actually, it won't. 'Infamy and desperation' just sounds vaguer and more sinister than 'we had a blast'. XD)
I have now placed all of my journal entries on one page, so people (well, mostly me XD) won't have to sift through each month's collection to find a certain post. The link is under my name and description to the right. *points*
Let me tell you right now that going through ALL of my entries has put starkly before my eyes just how much progress (if you could call it that) this blog and I have made...I used to post maaaaybe 7-8 times a month, if that (as opposed to two or three times a day XD) and over the past few months they have gotten more picture-focused and ‘interesting’, for lack of a better word. This is so cool. :D
Anyway. Not much else is going on—I’m currently re-reading ‘The Screwtape Letters’ and just finished reading ‘Mere Christianity’ earlier this week. I bought a collection of six C.S. Lewis books and am having a grand time working my way through ‘em.
Speaking of books, at some point I need to take pictures of the books that I bought…I kinda went crazy in Barnes and Noble and bought almost $200-worth of books. *cringe* But they’re totally worth it.
Your bibliophile hostess,
Oh wait, that typifies this whole website anyway...so I'm safe. Heh. XD
I had the weirdest dream last night...I had confessed to M--er, you-know-who--that I like him over the phone, and the response was 'Uh...uh...uh...let me call you back in half an hour'. XD The last thing I remember was sitting with my phone in my hand waiting for that call back. Sadly enough, it beats being menaced by Norman Bates.
Actually, ANYTHING beats being menaced by Norman Bates. The man is not to be trusted around sharp utensils. *shudder*
Speaking of Norman Bates, Javert was caught dozing in my lap yesterday. (Rabbit trail of logic: Norman Bates--played by Anthony Perkins--who also played Javert--Javert is the name of the dog). Mom took the opportunity to snap a (very fuzzy) picture.
I am regrettably aware of all the lighting issues here...I contemplated asking Mom to close the shades, get a better lamp, etc...but it seemed like such a hassle for just one picture.
He looks disturbingly comfortable here. (Wait, isn't that an oxymoron? *shrugs*)
ABRUPT SUBJECT CHANGE! I was directed to a book series that stars a character named Honor Harrington--apparently it's like Horatio Hornblower. With a female protaganist. In space. :D And there's a character named Robert S. Pierre (if you don't get that, shame on your lack of basic French Revolution knowledge). These will have to be investigated. :D
The horses are bellowing and I have a house to clean this morning...and this afternoon...and I'm working at the gym this evening...so I shall say 'au revoir'.
Your easily distracted hostess,
This is an actual book that my dad brought home from my grandparent's house the other day. It's more of an 'advice' book than anything else, really...I read it last night and found it kind of funny, but not really. Ya know? It's in total seriousness, and the things it brings up are so timeless that it's hard to laugh at it.
The cover is cloth-bound, with the ribbon and lettering embossed on the front.
Argh for blurriness...the complete title here is 'Don'ts for Boys (Or, Errors of CONDUCT correct by an Old Boy)'. The publisher is the Henry Altemus company (he also happened to be the author of this book).
Copyright 1902, by Henry Altemus.
The format seems to be that of the 'clusters of advice' rather than a strict list, as it were. I guess it makes it easier to read...
The back page, with an advertisement for 'Don'ts for Girls'. Same idea, different author.
Like I said earlier, the book has some pretty timeless advice. My personal favorite, for hilarity's sake, would have to be:
~Don't giggle. For the love of decency, never giggle.
*snerk* Boys giggling...sorry, for some reason that just tickles my funny bone...anyway...
Your easily amused hostess,
Music: Sukima Switch (Japanese rock--IT'S AWESOME)
Mood: *is in pain*
So things have happened!! That is...well, sort of...ah heck, I'll just get started.
So I finished my NaNo! *waits for applause* Thank you, thank you, no no, please, sit down, thank you... XD 50,656 words to be exact. I wish that my story could have been a lot more interesting...at this point it's just a bunch of unrelated anecdotes all strung together with no real purpose other than to have the characters bounce off of each other mentally. And my main characters have had the growth of a rock. *headdesk* Then last night, I sat down to write -- I had 1800 words to go, and I was really dreading writing because I had nothing to write about. But, come hell or high water I WAS going to cross that finish line, even if it meant writing out song lyrics or something equally cheat-tastic and dasterdly.
So. Writing. Sat down, started writing...and darn my characters if they didn't start being a ton of fun!! My male main character (MMC) suddenly decided that he could be a lot of fun and they all had a random race over who could get their chores done and had a snowball fight and...and... *sobs* Why couldn't they have done that, say, two weeks ago? Now they want to be played with right when I was ready to put them away! *headdesk* I suppose that I could take this as a 'oh, this could be a really big story, I ought to keep them around', but...I'm ready to leave it alone for a while. Maybe I'll come back and play with them sometime in the future, but not now. I'm going to relish my freedom from daily typing and start drawing again. (Although maybe 500 words a day isn't too much to ask for)
Anyway! On to other things! I really should have said 'Happy Thanksgiving' at the beginning of this, but since I didn't I'll put it down here.
I hope everyone had a wonderful day...we went to a church and served dinners. First time we've ever done that, actually. It was kind of fun. Normally we'd go to my grandparent's house (they live about two blocks away), but that's always slightly awkward because we're together with family that we only see twice a year and when relatives are like strangers there's that feeling that you can't say anything untoward, speak your mind, or act like yourself for fear of offending someone. Ya know? Sigh. (Not to mention said grandparents are in their 90s and really can't do the whole dinner thing anymore) So the serving-dinner-thing was quite a change. We were home from that by 1, spent a couple of hours taking naps and essentially being lazy, and then we went to my aunt's house for dinner. So, all in all it was a satisfactory day. The only thing I miss was that we didn't fix a turkey, and I have been craving meat all day. *headdesk* But Mom to the rescue--she's making fried turkey tonight, and I'm drooling just thinking about it!
Today my brothers and I went over to my grandparent's house to bring down the Christmas decorations--
Wait. Christmas decorations? NOOO!! It's too early for that! It's not even December yet--YOU CAN'T MAKE MEEE!!! *is restrained and hauled away*
*A few minutes later*
Ahem. I apologize for that outburst. It was childish, and untoward. Just don't mention the 'D' word and I'll be fine. But as I was saying, while we were at my grandparent's house getting down the dec--uh, the 'D' things--Grammie gave us two boxes full of old books to weed through. Man, are THOSE fun!! I am a self-proclaimed old-book-geek---I don't usually like to read them (unless they're classics), but the covers and that smell and the feel of the old paper...mmm. Yeah. I'm a textures person, can you tell? XD So anyway, we brought these boxes home and have found quite a few treasures.
There's an original 1936 printing of 'Gone with the Wind' (I despise that book, but that's beside the point), a collection of about 10 books that are collections of famous speeches from oraters, some poetry, a book called 'The Curse of Alcohol' (that was probably propoganda for the Temperence League at the turn of the 20th century--it's hilarious in its seriousness and, I kid you not, is about 400 pages long. With small print. *shudders*), several other random books including a leatherbound copy of Hamlet and 'The Song of Hiawatha', and then there's a book that I grabbed for myself. I can't remember the author off-hand, but the book is called 'Stranded in the Horse Latitudes', seems to have been written in the 40s, and is HILARIOUS. I've been reading selections of it out loud, and whoever wrote it was an absolute scream. Think PG Wodehouse (without the romance) mixed with Patrick McManus (without the outdoors references)...okay, bad analogy. Once I find the book again I'm going to put bits of it up here, just so you can see what it's like.
Sigh. My neck is absolutely KILLING me...I have no idea what I did to it, but I can barely turn my head to the left at all without a random muscle going "OW OW OW" and forcing me to keep my head forward. A visit to the chiropractor is in order, methinks...
So, to recap: Happy Thanksgiving, and whoever went out on this Black Friday I pity you and the crowds you had to fight. *shakes head* Have a lovely day, peoples!
Brr, it's cold today. I'm sitting here at the gym with my feet next to a space heater, and I'm still cold. Time to hunt out some thicker socks, methinks.
I took Violet for an hour-long ride today--on Saturday Mom and I are going on a trail ride (squee!) and we're taking Colletta and Violet. I am excited, but also a little cautious. Violet has been doing really well lately, but she's never met any other horses and hasn't been trailered since she was six weeks old. So this ride ought to be interesting. Supposedly the trails are easy (as opposed to the ride I went on earlier this year that was nearly 5 hours long and went up and down muddy ravines, into rocky creeks, and was incredibly hard-core), and our farrier and horse trainer will be there so if I have any trouble with Violet he'll be there to give me a hand. So this week I'll be taking Violet out as much as possible, by herself or with Colletta.
Anyway, back to today's ride...we made it to the road and just worked on going places that Violet didn't want to go. She gets upset, but never to the point that she has a breakdown--it's just enough to get her nervous, which is perfect. The idea is, the more often we go places that make her nervous but she doesn't get hurt and nothing bad happens, the more inclined she'll be to trust me. I've been working with her with that mindset ever since I started training her, and it does work. I can't wait until she's as well-trained (and quiet) as Colletta...
Been working on the Inkheart trilogy for the last couple of weeks...I'm on the third book in the series, and I can't seem to read it fast enough. I'm on page 289 out of 683, and things are getting darker and more hopeless by the chapter, but it's like Lord of the Rings: the story runs pell-mell on its path and doesn't get resolved until the last few chapters. Although, granted, Lord of the Rings kind of winds down with the 'Scouring of the Shire', and the Inkheart books don't tend to wind down until the last chapter... *rambles*
Anyway. On to college...my classes have me completely and thoroughly frustrated. The subjects are easy in themselves, and I rather like them, but my teacher insists on piling on ridiculous amounts of busywork. Each project is required to have 20-30 thumbnails (this is Graphic Design), at least 10 roughs, and then every project has to be mounted on a special board and mailed in and it's all just a hassle! I DO have other things to do other than busy-work in college! Between work, class (and the studying involved), horses, and the racing hither thither and yon that those activities entail I hardly have enough time to draw, much less do nonsensical projects...grrr. I wish that I could do school and start all the things in life that I'm anxious to do too--I'm starting to contact people about my art, local and otherwise, but if I don't have any time to work on my art that's going to fizzle out pretty darned soon.
Arrgh...*inhales* I'm calming down, I'm calming down...maybe.
Let's go on to a different subject, shall we? Today is the 12th, yes? Well, on the 20th is my birthday. I'm turning 18, woo. And I just remembered that I have a truck payment and insurance due on the 15th..or is it the 17th? I can't remember. I have a payment due this week, that's enough knowledge. I don't want to do anything or go anywhere on my birthday--I just want to take the whole day off and do whatever I want, without the pressure of a schedule. That would be wonderful.
Man, am I in a dour mood or what? This isn't like me, really. Let's see if I can end this on a happy note.
I found 'The Matchmaker' on iTunes--it's a movie with Anthony Perkins, made in 1958. I saw some clips on Youtube and read the synopsis this weekend. It sounds really cute (the storyline, that is). As such I'm plotting to buy an iTunes card...hmm...*looks around shifty-eyed* Hurrah for obscure movies that have dead actors in them! :D Now I just have to get my grubby paws on a Tony Perkins album with him singing 'Abracadabra'--I have fallen in love with that song and it's going through my head right now, as a matter of fact. I'll check a BitTorrent website. *plots*
My hands are getting cold, and 'Inkdeath' is begging to be read again, so I shall sign off.
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