On a book blog I follow, there'a a HUGE contest going on. The prize is a MacBook Air and an Apple TV. Be sure to check it out! There's still 9 days left to enter!
http://www.sparklingreviews.com/2012/01/13in-macbook-air-and-apple-tv-giveaway.html
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Ringer Personality Quiz
I'm a HUGE fan of Sarah Michelle Gellar's new show Ringer, and BuddyTV.com has a personality quiz. This was my result:
So cool, especially since the show revolves around Bridget and her twin Siobhan.
So cool, especially since the show revolves around Bridget and her twin Siobhan.
Just Love This
Currently, my favorite actor is James Marsters, best known to most people as Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. I found this GIF of him, so I decided to post it here so I can appreciate how gorgeous he is. :)
Sunday, November 20, 2011
One Hour Draft
I was REALLY bored today, so I did a one hour writing sprint, and this draft was the result. It's completely unedited at the moment, so please excuse any and all mistakes you find. :)
And slowly the girl wakes up, stretches her arms, arches her back. Pulls herself out of bed, looks over at her sleeping lover, smiles lightly. Continues rolling her body around, stretching out the kinks from the night before. Sits down at her desk, starts writing in her journal about a night from her childhood, brought on because of a dream. She remembers hands soothing her everywhere, unidentified faces and voices calling her terms of royalty, then their sudden silence when another enters the room. Her father, alongside the man who is now her lover.
The brush of a pair of lips on her unadorned back, paired with the weight of another body sitting beside her on the massage bed. Her father gives a grunt of approval, leaves the room. Now there’s a warm arm curling around her, a whisper in her ear asking if she wishes to go out to an open air market.
The noise of her lover sitting up on the bed throws her out of the memories of a dream in a world long gone. She looks over to her lover, sees him as he was in another lifetime, hair long and straight and dark, not light brown, short, and curly. Sees eyes that are dark grey, potent as stars in the black night sky rather than a brown/green hazel blend.
She smiles, offers a good morning as her lover walks to the bathroom for his morning piss and a shower. Contemplating breakfast, she gets up from her desk, journal long since forgotten.
Looks in the kitchen; sees nothing of interest to eat even though lots of food is available. Realizes what she thought was the shower running is actually rain.
Jumps when thunder pops and the few lights on all flicker ominously. Maybe it really is only a day to snuggle up and watch movies in front of the fireplace. Sounds appealing, but not as much as usual.
There’s a lull in the rain; she hears her lover humming a familiar song as he finishes his post-shower bathroom ritual.
She turns back towards the fridge determined to make something edible—eggs—as her stomach rumbles. Opens the fridge again, grabbing for the eggs and butter. Sets them on the counter. Gets a pan from the cabinet it’s kept in. Unbeknownst to her, she starts humming a song: a lullaby. Lover calls her name, walks into her line of vision still adjusting his shower towel around his slim hips. She smiles, asks him if he can grab her some chocolate, a pan, and milk. Today feels like a day for fresh eggs and hot cocoa.
She loves the way his eyes light up so that she can see the little boy within as he hurries to fulfil her request. Continues prepping to cook, only to realize that she’s thinking about seeing him with a child, their child, with the same sort of morning routine.
Mentions this to her lover as he helps set up the cocoa while she scrambles the eggs to cook. He replies to her comment, lightly teasing about her being a homebody in training. A grin breaks across her face; he’s okay with the idea of a child.
Eggs are being poured into the butter-greased pan, milk has been poured into another pan, beginning to warm. Her lover wraps his arm around her waist, gives her a peck on the cheek. Tells her how much he loves her, how happy he is to have found her in this lifetime. She asks what of their past lives he remembers as the eggs finish cooking and chocolate pieces are added to the warming milk.
He asks if she wants the tales of their times as members of the royal class, the upper class, or the poor class. She stirs the cocoa, adds a bit of vanilla extract to it, and checks how the chocolate is melting. Tells him to get the mini marshmallows, pretending that his question didn’t direct her memories to a life that ended in her death during the childbirth of a stillborn baby and his capture by royal guards after being falsely identified as a highwayman while she took her last breaths.
He notices how she’s stilled, grips her arm; he caught the tail end of her painful reminiscing. Tears fill her eyes; his match as he grabs the spoon she’s been stirring with from her. He’s already plated the eggs.
She says something; she’s not entirely sure what, only knows the feeling of his comfort to take away her pain. There’s a suggestion of creating a child together as soon as she’s really ready. She rolls the the idea in her thoughts, sees a baby’s face in the cocoa as her lover continues to stir it. She is still wrapped up in his arm. Unsure of how that is possible. Detangles herself; grabs cinnamon from the spice rack in front of her, adds a small amount to the cocoa. Tells her lover to keep stirring, then stops him for a moment so she can taste it. Cocoa’s ready.
Her lover mugs the cocoa for them, then drops marshmallows into both cups. She grabs eating utensils, napkins, and their breakfast plates. Hastily puts it on the dining room table in seats beside each other rather than their typical spots across from each other.
He pulls her chair out for her, seats himself only after she’s settled. Both dig into their food, a bit wary of speaking and bringing more sad memories into being.
She stares pensively into her cocoa, mentions something about how medicine is better now than it was, how pregnancies are easier when watched by trained medics. Safer to try for a baby now than it used to be. He looks up at her; his eggs fall off his fork. His eyes are warm and happy. Puts his fork down, grabs her hand, rubbing the top of her palm with his thumb. Tells her how happy the decision to try for a child makes him.
Everything but him is forgotten; the clanging of her fork hitting her plate takes place on another plane. She gets out of her seat and settles into his lap. She snuggles in, his arms and hands run up and down her back. She takes his face in her hands, tells him of her love. Pulls his face down and kisses him deeply.
He picks her up, brings her to the couch. Snuggles her into him before covering them with a blanket. A child will come soon, for now they are happy to just be together.
And slowly the girl wakes up, stretches her arms, arches her back. Pulls herself out of bed, looks over at her sleeping lover, smiles lightly. Continues rolling her body around, stretching out the kinks from the night before. Sits down at her desk, starts writing in her journal about a night from her childhood, brought on because of a dream. She remembers hands soothing her everywhere, unidentified faces and voices calling her terms of royalty, then their sudden silence when another enters the room. Her father, alongside the man who is now her lover.
The brush of a pair of lips on her unadorned back, paired with the weight of another body sitting beside her on the massage bed. Her father gives a grunt of approval, leaves the room. Now there’s a warm arm curling around her, a whisper in her ear asking if she wishes to go out to an open air market.
The noise of her lover sitting up on the bed throws her out of the memories of a dream in a world long gone. She looks over to her lover, sees him as he was in another lifetime, hair long and straight and dark, not light brown, short, and curly. Sees eyes that are dark grey, potent as stars in the black night sky rather than a brown/green hazel blend.
She smiles, offers a good morning as her lover walks to the bathroom for his morning piss and a shower. Contemplating breakfast, she gets up from her desk, journal long since forgotten.
Looks in the kitchen; sees nothing of interest to eat even though lots of food is available. Realizes what she thought was the shower running is actually rain.
Jumps when thunder pops and the few lights on all flicker ominously. Maybe it really is only a day to snuggle up and watch movies in front of the fireplace. Sounds appealing, but not as much as usual.
There’s a lull in the rain; she hears her lover humming a familiar song as he finishes his post-shower bathroom ritual.
She turns back towards the fridge determined to make something edible—eggs—as her stomach rumbles. Opens the fridge again, grabbing for the eggs and butter. Sets them on the counter. Gets a pan from the cabinet it’s kept in. Unbeknownst to her, she starts humming a song: a lullaby. Lover calls her name, walks into her line of vision still adjusting his shower towel around his slim hips. She smiles, asks him if he can grab her some chocolate, a pan, and milk. Today feels like a day for fresh eggs and hot cocoa.
She loves the way his eyes light up so that she can see the little boy within as he hurries to fulfil her request. Continues prepping to cook, only to realize that she’s thinking about seeing him with a child, their child, with the same sort of morning routine.
Mentions this to her lover as he helps set up the cocoa while she scrambles the eggs to cook. He replies to her comment, lightly teasing about her being a homebody in training. A grin breaks across her face; he’s okay with the idea of a child.
Eggs are being poured into the butter-greased pan, milk has been poured into another pan, beginning to warm. Her lover wraps his arm around her waist, gives her a peck on the cheek. Tells her how much he loves her, how happy he is to have found her in this lifetime. She asks what of their past lives he remembers as the eggs finish cooking and chocolate pieces are added to the warming milk.
He asks if she wants the tales of their times as members of the royal class, the upper class, or the poor class. She stirs the cocoa, adds a bit of vanilla extract to it, and checks how the chocolate is melting. Tells him to get the mini marshmallows, pretending that his question didn’t direct her memories to a life that ended in her death during the childbirth of a stillborn baby and his capture by royal guards after being falsely identified as a highwayman while she took her last breaths.
He notices how she’s stilled, grips her arm; he caught the tail end of her painful reminiscing. Tears fill her eyes; his match as he grabs the spoon she’s been stirring with from her. He’s already plated the eggs.
She says something; she’s not entirely sure what, only knows the feeling of his comfort to take away her pain. There’s a suggestion of creating a child together as soon as she’s really ready. She rolls the the idea in her thoughts, sees a baby’s face in the cocoa as her lover continues to stir it. She is still wrapped up in his arm. Unsure of how that is possible. Detangles herself; grabs cinnamon from the spice rack in front of her, adds a small amount to the cocoa. Tells her lover to keep stirring, then stops him for a moment so she can taste it. Cocoa’s ready.
Her lover mugs the cocoa for them, then drops marshmallows into both cups. She grabs eating utensils, napkins, and their breakfast plates. Hastily puts it on the dining room table in seats beside each other rather than their typical spots across from each other.
He pulls her chair out for her, seats himself only after she’s settled. Both dig into their food, a bit wary of speaking and bringing more sad memories into being.
She stares pensively into her cocoa, mentions something about how medicine is better now than it was, how pregnancies are easier when watched by trained medics. Safer to try for a baby now than it used to be. He looks up at her; his eggs fall off his fork. His eyes are warm and happy. Puts his fork down, grabs her hand, rubbing the top of her palm with his thumb. Tells her how happy the decision to try for a child makes him.
Everything but him is forgotten; the clanging of her fork hitting her plate takes place on another plane. She gets out of her seat and settles into his lap. She snuggles in, his arms and hands run up and down her back. She takes his face in her hands, tells him of her love. Pulls his face down and kisses him deeply.
He picks her up, brings her to the couch. Snuggles her into him before covering them with a blanket. A child will come soon, for now they are happy to just be together.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
'Elemental Reality' by Cesya MaRae Cuono — A Review
I came into 'Elemental Reality' with no idea what to think of it. However, once I started reading it, I couldn't put it down! What a phenomenal book! From the first page to the last, I wanted to know more about Callie and everything she's going through. I loved seeing her reactions to gaining her powers as well as falling in love with Oli (her soul mate/next door neighbor). They're such an adorable couple and their UST had me turning on the fans in my room to cool off!
A lot happens in Elemental Reality, especially since it's the introductory book to a series. After we meet Callie and her friends and family, the plot is slowly revealed. It's Callie's birthday and she's somewhat depressed, since on her birthday many years previously, her mother left the family for no apparent reason. We soon learn that all is not as it seems, and Callie's mother left to protect her two daughters. We also learn that Callie is more than human and has special powers. Quickly after learning about her powers and the truth of her mother's disappearance, Callie goes out to try and save her mother with the help of her family and several new friends, and discovers that she has some powerful new enemies...
Overall, I really enjoyed 'Elemental Reality' and could not put it down! However, I don't like where the book left off and really wish the cliff-hanger hadn't been such a harsh tone to end on. It was jarring and discomfiting to have a somewhat nice ending suddenly turn into something very dark. I feel like that was done in the style of a television show and didn't work in the medium of text.
I really enjoyed seeing Callie come into her powers, as well as her awkward first attempts to use them. It's made ever better by her two best friends who are there for her throughout the entire book. I also really loved seeing how Callie met Oli (short for Oliver) and seeing their relationship begin and strengthen. Not many writers pull off the building relationship as well as Cesya did!
As I stated above, the only thing that threw me as a reader was the jarring end to the story. It felt awkward and uncomfortable.
However, this was such an excellent read and I was so involved with this story, I easily and confidently have to give 'Elemental Reality' 5 stars. It's a fantastic story!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Writers Li.P.P.: 47 Things You Should Never Apologize For
I really just had to share this, since I deeply agree with it. :)
Writers Li.P.P.: 47 Things You Should Never Apologize For
Writers Li.P.P.: 47 Things You Should Never Apologize For
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The Beginning of a New Journey
I really haven't updated this blog at all this year because my life has been so crazy. However, now that my semester is over, I'll be backdating and adding some new stuff. :)
Anyways, I'm about to begin the journey of a lifetime. I'm currently on a plane that's taking me to Washington, DC so that tomorrow I can get on a flight and go to Israel. This is my first time going out of the country like this. (Of course, I've been to a couple touristy areas in Mexico and Canada, but this is totally different.)
I will be offline the entire time I'm gone. However, I'll be keeping a daily journal, and when I get back, I'll type them all up and post them here, along with tons of pictures, etc.
For the time being, I'm just going to enjoy the anticipation of going around the world and experiencing so many new things.
I can't wait to share when I get back! :)
Anyways, I'm about to begin the journey of a lifetime. I'm currently on a plane that's taking me to Washington, DC so that tomorrow I can get on a flight and go to Israel. This is my first time going out of the country like this. (Of course, I've been to a couple touristy areas in Mexico and Canada, but this is totally different.)
I will be offline the entire time I'm gone. However, I'll be keeping a daily journal, and when I get back, I'll type them all up and post them here, along with tons of pictures, etc.
For the time being, I'm just going to enjoy the anticipation of going around the world and experiencing so many new things.
I can't wait to share when I get back! :)
Monday, January 4, 2010
A New Dream
I had a somewhat strange dream today. And I swear I've had it before. It started off with me in a large room. The walls were white, the lighting basic, and there were at least twenty-something people in there with me. One of them was a guy I called "my Peter Pan." I called him that since I was myself in my dream, and it was a running joke between us.
Everyone there had a pretty bare bed, a small mattress, a white pillow, and light gray sheets and comforters. I laid on mine at an angle, my head to the right side of the mattress as I talked with my boyfriend (whose name I can't remember). As we chatted, many of the other coeds in the room walked out for food, though he and I each stayed on our respective mattresses, about five "beds" apart.
I know that not long after that, he went off to war, and I worried and worried about him.
The next thing I remember is going to what felt like an airport hangar that had been turned into a parking garage. My father was driving the car I was in (his Maxima), and I went over to my group of girlfriends as we all waited anxiously to find out if our lovers were home safe or not.
Slowly, each one came out, and I got more and more nervous because my boyfriend didn't come out, and at the end, I was the only one alone. I stood there in some sort of shock as the commanding officer just stood there, watching everyone together and totally ignoring me. When I'd had enough, I walked back to the car to find him sitting in the back seat, stuff already stowed in the trunk. I remember my sister being there too. She had her clarinet music (instrument nowhere in sight), and she put the music in the trunk before going off with a friend of her own.
I sat in the car as we headed up and out of the lot, not saying a word about how hurt and scared I'd been that I'd lost my boyfriend. He didn't say a word either, and I was somehow both grateful and worried about that as my dad continued to drive.
After that, we were somehow at a restaurant with about eight other people. We were all sitting together with our respective dates, and my boyfriend was sitting in the corner, next to the wall, with me sitting on his left, another guy sitting next to me, his girlfriend across from him, two guys across from my boyfriend, and another couple of girls sitting on the girl's other side to complete the table. Here, the walls were cold to the touch and appeared to be metal. People kept getting up to "grab more food," even though we'd already eaten and our plates were still on the table.
At one point, my boyfriend was talking with the two guys across from us (one of them was Kevin McHale), and then the girl sitting a couple seats over joined in the conversation and asked my boyfriend if he didn't like people touching him now. He gave an affirmative reply and mentioned he needed a tissue. I grabbed a small tissue bag (the ones you can buy at the store to stick in your purse) and joked about him being Monk, but with less issues. He smiled lightly and accepted the tissues, before joking back that since I'd used one, he couldn't use them.
For a good while, we weren't very touchy-feely, but I was beyond comforted to have him sitting next to me again, so I kept looking over at him and smiling lightly. He would smile back at me each time.
Somehow, the topic of conversation had moved on, and the guys across from my boyfriend were talking about how they'd hooked me and my boyfriend up. I got really upset with them, and said that we'd have gotten together without them, as I'd already liked my boyfriend and I was pretty sure he'd liked me. (Even as I said this, I looked over at him and my heartbeat got a lot faster. It was a good, loving feeling.) This time, though, we'd upset my boyfriend. He looked down and made a not-so-nice comment about me and my needing to be with him or committing suicide.
I was really hurt and upset that he'd say such a thing, so I instantly defended myself, even though my voice was weak and shaking, saying that I knew someone who'd committed suicide, and I would NEVER hurt someone like that. I was too attached to living.
By this point, the meal was over. So my boyfriend started clearing the table, trying to gain control of his own emotions. I watched silently for a bit before helping him.
After we'd put the dishes away, I walked back while he paid the bill for everyone. I just stood there numbly (the seats were now gone) until he got back and pulled me gently into his arms, just being a source of comfort, not saying a word. He rocked me back and forth, rubbing a hand down my back and telling me that someday in our future he planned to marry me.
It was sweet, loving, and perfect. I just wish my mom hadn't woken me up, as I'd have liked to see where this dream went, since it went farther than the last version of it did. The two weird things, though, were that the dream ended with me hearing David Bowie's "Let's Dance" as everything faded out, and that the SECOND I woke up, I could no longer remember my boyfriend's or face name at all!
Everyone there had a pretty bare bed, a small mattress, a white pillow, and light gray sheets and comforters. I laid on mine at an angle, my head to the right side of the mattress as I talked with my boyfriend (whose name I can't remember). As we chatted, many of the other coeds in the room walked out for food, though he and I each stayed on our respective mattresses, about five "beds" apart.
I know that not long after that, he went off to war, and I worried and worried about him.
The next thing I remember is going to what felt like an airport hangar that had been turned into a parking garage. My father was driving the car I was in (his Maxima), and I went over to my group of girlfriends as we all waited anxiously to find out if our lovers were home safe or not.
Slowly, each one came out, and I got more and more nervous because my boyfriend didn't come out, and at the end, I was the only one alone. I stood there in some sort of shock as the commanding officer just stood there, watching everyone together and totally ignoring me. When I'd had enough, I walked back to the car to find him sitting in the back seat, stuff already stowed in the trunk. I remember my sister being there too. She had her clarinet music (instrument nowhere in sight), and she put the music in the trunk before going off with a friend of her own.
I sat in the car as we headed up and out of the lot, not saying a word about how hurt and scared I'd been that I'd lost my boyfriend. He didn't say a word either, and I was somehow both grateful and worried about that as my dad continued to drive.
After that, we were somehow at a restaurant with about eight other people. We were all sitting together with our respective dates, and my boyfriend was sitting in the corner, next to the wall, with me sitting on his left, another guy sitting next to me, his girlfriend across from him, two guys across from my boyfriend, and another couple of girls sitting on the girl's other side to complete the table. Here, the walls were cold to the touch and appeared to be metal. People kept getting up to "grab more food," even though we'd already eaten and our plates were still on the table.
At one point, my boyfriend was talking with the two guys across from us (one of them was Kevin McHale), and then the girl sitting a couple seats over joined in the conversation and asked my boyfriend if he didn't like people touching him now. He gave an affirmative reply and mentioned he needed a tissue. I grabbed a small tissue bag (the ones you can buy at the store to stick in your purse) and joked about him being Monk, but with less issues. He smiled lightly and accepted the tissues, before joking back that since I'd used one, he couldn't use them.
For a good while, we weren't very touchy-feely, but I was beyond comforted to have him sitting next to me again, so I kept looking over at him and smiling lightly. He would smile back at me each time.
Somehow, the topic of conversation had moved on, and the guys across from my boyfriend were talking about how they'd hooked me and my boyfriend up. I got really upset with them, and said that we'd have gotten together without them, as I'd already liked my boyfriend and I was pretty sure he'd liked me. (Even as I said this, I looked over at him and my heartbeat got a lot faster. It was a good, loving feeling.) This time, though, we'd upset my boyfriend. He looked down and made a not-so-nice comment about me and my needing to be with him or committing suicide.
I was really hurt and upset that he'd say such a thing, so I instantly defended myself, even though my voice was weak and shaking, saying that I knew someone who'd committed suicide, and I would NEVER hurt someone like that. I was too attached to living.
By this point, the meal was over. So my boyfriend started clearing the table, trying to gain control of his own emotions. I watched silently for a bit before helping him.
After we'd put the dishes away, I walked back while he paid the bill for everyone. I just stood there numbly (the seats were now gone) until he got back and pulled me gently into his arms, just being a source of comfort, not saying a word. He rocked me back and forth, rubbing a hand down my back and telling me that someday in our future he planned to marry me.
It was sweet, loving, and perfect. I just wish my mom hadn't woken me up, as I'd have liked to see where this dream went, since it went farther than the last version of it did. The two weird things, though, were that the dream ended with me hearing David Bowie's "Let's Dance" as everything faded out, and that the SECOND I woke up, I could no longer remember my boyfriend's or face name at all!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Vampire Queen Anne Rice is a Fan of True Blood's Bill Compton!
This was originally going to be posted on truebloodnet.com, but was turned down as too polarizing. Since I did write the article, I was given permission by the admin of the site to post that article here, so hopefully I can do it justice in this setting. And with that said, here's the article!
Hello, my fellow Truebies! Thanks to the awesome AdoreBill, I discovered that the ORIGINAL Queen of Vampires, the lovely Anne Rice, has commented on who her favorite True Blood character is on her Facebook Page, which Anne has linked to directly from her official website. This is what she said:
As for all you Eric, fans, I know you may see him differently, but you are really comparing apples and oranges, as you always seem to use the books in your defense, even when we are actually discussing True Blood, which is very different from the books!
Hello, my fellow Truebies! Thanks to the awesome AdoreBill, I discovered that the ORIGINAL Queen of Vampires, the lovely Anne Rice, has commented on who her favorite True Blood character is on her Facebook Page, which Anne has linked to directly from her official website. This is what she said:Guys, enough about Eric on True Blood. Georgie Pendragon, you are right: "Bill is the man!" I assure you that Lestat, Armand and Louis are fans of Bill Compton. Eric is a disgrace. He's cruel and one dimensional. Bad press for vampires who are such tragic and conflicted heroes. Forget about Eric.
Please don't take this the wrong way, as this is obviously Anne's opinion, and one that I and other Bill fans hope that Alan Ball continues to see. After all, Alan has said that Bill is the character that brought him to the Southern Vampire Mystery series, and caused us all to get our beloved show True Blood!
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Sunday, December 6, 2009
What I Did This Weekend
This weekend on Twitter and Facebook, some serious digital fundraising was going on. HBO told fans of True Blood that if they donated 500,000 "drops of blood" on Twitter by today, December 6, they would donate $10,000 to the Red Cross.
Well, slowly but surely at first, before picking up steam, we True Blood fans did it! Our reward (besides HBO giving the money to the Red Cross)? We got Bitten or Kissed by some of our favorite characters on True Blood! Originally, there were only six, and they were Eric Northman, Sookie Stackhouse, Bill Compton, Jessica Hamby, Pam, and Jason Stackhouse. However, in the later hours of today, both Lafayette and Sam Merlotte joined in on the fun.
As for me? Well, I lost count of the number of times I personally donated drops of blood, but I do know that I was bitten and kissed by everyone EXCEPT Bill and Jessica. *shrug* No big deal, as they were busy along with everyone else in dishing out as much love as they could!
So, in closing, it felt really great to be a part of this, and I'm so glad we were able to reach our goal and get HBO to give money to a worthy cause like the Red Cross! It feels really good to be a part of something larger than myself!
Well, slowly but surely at first, before picking up steam, we True Blood fans did it! Our reward (besides HBO giving the money to the Red Cross)? We got Bitten or Kissed by some of our favorite characters on True Blood! Originally, there were only six, and they were Eric Northman, Sookie Stackhouse, Bill Compton, Jessica Hamby, Pam, and Jason Stackhouse. However, in the later hours of today, both Lafayette and Sam Merlotte joined in on the fun.
As for me? Well, I lost count of the number of times I personally donated drops of blood, but I do know that I was bitten and kissed by everyone EXCEPT Bill and Jessica. *shrug* No big deal, as they were busy along with everyone else in dishing out as much love as they could!
So, in closing, it felt really great to be a part of this, and I'm so glad we were able to reach our goal and get HBO to give money to a worthy cause like the Red Cross! It feels really good to be a part of something larger than myself!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Wow! Another Hugh Jackman Dream!
Well, it happened again. I had another amazing dream in which I worked with Hugh Jackman!
I wish I could remember everything about it, but some aspects of the dream are already leaving me. So here's what I do remember:
It started off with me in a crowd (near the front of it) right by some random room which I had seen Hugh walk into. Once in there, I raised my voice a little to be heard over the crowd and said hi. Hugh responded in kind, then grabbed my hand and pulled me right to the threshold of the door. We chatted for a bit about inconsequential things before our conversation turned to more serious topics.
We had just started talking about some of Hugh's upcoming movie work when Deborra-lee Furness walked in from another door across and to the right from where I was. She was in some sort of flight stewardess outfit, and appeared to be much heavier than I know her to be. Of course, this was a dream, so I didn't make any comment about that, but I did say hi to Deborra as well and shake her hand. (Somehow, at that point, I was now in the room, though I have no memory of walking into the room, just to the threshold.) Deborra smiled at me, and Hugh picked something up off the floor and started talking with someone else who seemed to just appear in the room. As Hugh and the other man talked, Deborra and I started chatting about her career and how much I had enjoyed her short "Standing Room Only."
I can only assume that Hugh and the other man were listening in, because Hugh jumped back into the conversation and the other man was suddenly gone again.
Soon after that, I was just walking out the door I had come in from, and Hugh stopped me again. This time, he told me that if I wanted to continue getting the access I had to people like him, even when there was a crowd, I had to blend in. While he said this, he pointed out a group of people in very plain clothes, and whispered to me that they were actually security. I remember that all of them were wearing various colors of long sleeved flannel shirts, which makes me assume that we may have been in New York again.
Anyways, after Hugh pointed out the plainclothesmen, he also reminded me that the attitude I had kept (very calm about being around him), was something that was good for anyone who wanted to work in the film industry, because a majority of celebrities prefer it when you don't get overly excited about meeting them.
After that was the point where the dream started to get kind of weird.
Somehow, after I walked away from Hugh in that little building/room, the dream shifted and suddenly I was in some sort dirt pit, about 6 feet deep and at least 30 feet wide. Hugh was back with me, and we were in some sort of weird golf cart. I remember the definite shape of the cart being identical to a real golf cart, but there were half doors on each side, like the ones that are on toddler cars. (The only difference is that the doors on the cart were white.)
So, we're sitting in this cart, looking up at tons of people yammering excitedly around the top edge of the pit in some foreign language that sounded ancient (I actually think it might have been the language of the Maya), and trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
A couple minutes later, someone who appeared to be the leader of the group surrounding us appeared. He babbled in their weird language before somehow explaining to us that we had to survive our trip in this pit. At these comments, the crowd began cheering wildly, and suddenly, we were off.
In the cart, Hugh was driving and I was sitting next to him. We both looked around but really saw nothing in the pit but us, so we kind of glanced at each other and shrugged. Then, Hugh started driving us in circles around the pit, over and over again.
While we were doing this, random people would jump down into the pit, and we'd see them struggling for their lives, even though nothing ever touched us. It was really weird, but we were grateful for the safety. All I know is that I was curious as to what happened to those people that they were struggling to survive and appeared to be in the grip of some invisible being.
Several minutes later, we were still driving around when all the crowd started cheering. Hugh then put the stopped the cart near where we had first been in it, then we both climbed out. Instantly, Hugh was pulled up and out of the pit, while I jumped up until my arms were resting at the top of the pit (like how you hold onto the side of a pool), and my feet were just dangling into the pit below me.
I'm not entirely sure what happened next, but I do remember that a more minor person in authority stopped Hugh from reaching down to help me out of the pit. This man said something to the effect of "Do you want to drown?" I was really confused by his statement until I saw the water flowing in from the bottom of the pit, with a tendril of it wrapped around my right calf. Hugh shook his head, then carefully stood up straight again, and just waited for the pit to fill so that I could be released.
The pit filling didn't take very long, and soon I was up to my mid-chest in water. At that point, I suddenly remember feeling free, and I was grabbed by two of the observers near me and pulled out. I gave Hugh a hug, and that was when I woke up.
Weird dream, huh? What's your opinion on it?
I wish I could remember everything about it, but some aspects of the dream are already leaving me. So here's what I do remember:
It started off with me in a crowd (near the front of it) right by some random room which I had seen Hugh walk into. Once in there, I raised my voice a little to be heard over the crowd and said hi. Hugh responded in kind, then grabbed my hand and pulled me right to the threshold of the door. We chatted for a bit about inconsequential things before our conversation turned to more serious topics.
We had just started talking about some of Hugh's upcoming movie work when Deborra-lee Furness walked in from another door across and to the right from where I was. She was in some sort of flight stewardess outfit, and appeared to be much heavier than I know her to be. Of course, this was a dream, so I didn't make any comment about that, but I did say hi to Deborra as well and shake her hand. (Somehow, at that point, I was now in the room, though I have no memory of walking into the room, just to the threshold.) Deborra smiled at me, and Hugh picked something up off the floor and started talking with someone else who seemed to just appear in the room. As Hugh and the other man talked, Deborra and I started chatting about her career and how much I had enjoyed her short "Standing Room Only."
I can only assume that Hugh and the other man were listening in, because Hugh jumped back into the conversation and the other man was suddenly gone again.
Soon after that, I was just walking out the door I had come in from, and Hugh stopped me again. This time, he told me that if I wanted to continue getting the access I had to people like him, even when there was a crowd, I had to blend in. While he said this, he pointed out a group of people in very plain clothes, and whispered to me that they were actually security. I remember that all of them were wearing various colors of long sleeved flannel shirts, which makes me assume that we may have been in New York again.
Anyways, after Hugh pointed out the plainclothesmen, he also reminded me that the attitude I had kept (very calm about being around him), was something that was good for anyone who wanted to work in the film industry, because a majority of celebrities prefer it when you don't get overly excited about meeting them.
After that was the point where the dream started to get kind of weird.
Somehow, after I walked away from Hugh in that little building/room, the dream shifted and suddenly I was in some sort dirt pit, about 6 feet deep and at least 30 feet wide. Hugh was back with me, and we were in some sort of weird golf cart. I remember the definite shape of the cart being identical to a real golf cart, but there were half doors on each side, like the ones that are on toddler cars. (The only difference is that the doors on the cart were white.)
So, we're sitting in this cart, looking up at tons of people yammering excitedly around the top edge of the pit in some foreign language that sounded ancient (I actually think it might have been the language of the Maya), and trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
A couple minutes later, someone who appeared to be the leader of the group surrounding us appeared. He babbled in their weird language before somehow explaining to us that we had to survive our trip in this pit. At these comments, the crowd began cheering wildly, and suddenly, we were off.
In the cart, Hugh was driving and I was sitting next to him. We both looked around but really saw nothing in the pit but us, so we kind of glanced at each other and shrugged. Then, Hugh started driving us in circles around the pit, over and over again.
While we were doing this, random people would jump down into the pit, and we'd see them struggling for their lives, even though nothing ever touched us. It was really weird, but we were grateful for the safety. All I know is that I was curious as to what happened to those people that they were struggling to survive and appeared to be in the grip of some invisible being.
Several minutes later, we were still driving around when all the crowd started cheering. Hugh then put the stopped the cart near where we had first been in it, then we both climbed out. Instantly, Hugh was pulled up and out of the pit, while I jumped up until my arms were resting at the top of the pit (like how you hold onto the side of a pool), and my feet were just dangling into the pit below me.
I'm not entirely sure what happened next, but I do remember that a more minor person in authority stopped Hugh from reaching down to help me out of the pit. This man said something to the effect of "Do you want to drown?" I was really confused by his statement until I saw the water flowing in from the bottom of the pit, with a tendril of it wrapped around my right calf. Hugh shook his head, then carefully stood up straight again, and just waited for the pit to fill so that I could be released.
The pit filling didn't take very long, and soon I was up to my mid-chest in water. At that point, I suddenly remember feeling free, and I was grabbed by two of the observers near me and pulled out. I gave Hugh a hug, and that was when I woke up.
Weird dream, huh? What's your opinion on it?
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
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There's a League Member in my Group of Friends!
Fellow Kenyon Minions, for those of you who've read the League books, I must introduce you to one of my friends. He's asked that his name be kept private, but this is him...
Monday, November 23, 2009
Random Cuteness
Just another cute kitty from my favorite silly image site, Icanhascheezburger.com...
AWWWWWW!
AWWWWWW!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Found An Old Picture of Myself!
Can't believe I'd forgotten I had this pic on my Facebook page! It's of me and Kevin McHale (now known as "Artie" on GLEE) at our high school graduation back in 2007! He'd sung the National Anthem beautifully, and I was blown away by his vocal talent!
So, without further ado, here's the pic!
So, without further ado, here's the pic!
Just Had to Try It...
Your result for The What type of MAN turns you on Test...
Exotic Bad-Ass
You scored 65% masculine, 53% athletic, 55% exotic, and 44% refined!
You want everything in a man at the same time! Masculine, built like a Greek god, exotic and mysterious and even some bad-ass in there too. I think you would really like Freddy Ljungberg, the Swedish soccer player. He's the guy on the right. But let's face it, the whole point of this was to look at a bunch of hot guys. If you liked what you saw, please rate my test!
Take The What type of MAN turns you on Test at HelloQuizzy
Funny thing is, I've taken this quiz before, and I had a different result! I think I kind of prefer this one!
Bye Bye Baby
Temposhark has just released a music video for one of their new songs, called "Bye Bye Baby." It's brilliant, simply put. yes, the message is simple, but it's highly effective. I really enjoyed this video, and I've put it here so you can too!
Leave a comment and let me know if you liked or disliked the video! Here's the link to the Arjan Writes blog, where this was exclusively posted! (I grabbed the embed code from the video while I watched it on Arjan's site!)
Leave a comment and let me know if you liked or disliked the video! Here's the link to the Arjan Writes blog, where this was exclusively posted! (I grabbed the embed code from the video while I watched it on Arjan's site!)
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Another New Pillow! (Finished 11/17/09)
Yep, did another pillow today! It looks MUCH better live than in the photo... This one is green with a few blue stripes... On both edges and in the middle...
As always, let me know what you think!
EDIT: I have a better picture that I'm putting up on here now! Hopefully that helps!
As always, let me know what you think!
EDIT: I have a better picture that I'm putting up on here now! Hopefully that helps!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
New Pillow! (Finished 11/14/09)
Yep! I finally finished a new pillow again! This time, I used Lion's Brand® Velvetspun Yarn... In a pale blue color (Bluebell), and really liked the softness of the yarn, though I found it to be a pain to work with in some ways.
Either way, I took the time this morning and this evening to make the pillowcase and the actual pillow. (In between, I was at the LA Paley Center with a couple friends and my godmom for screenings of previous panels about different vampire-related stuff... Angel, True Blood, and Moonlight...)
But anyways, here's the pillow!
As always, let me know what you think!
EDIT:
I've got a better picture again! Here it is!
Either way, I took the time this morning and this evening to make the pillowcase and the actual pillow. (In between, I was at the LA Paley Center with a couple friends and my godmom for screenings of previous panels about different vampire-related stuff... Angel, True Blood, and Moonlight...)
But anyways, here's the pillow!
As always, let me know what you think!
EDIT:
I've got a better picture again! Here it is!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Maine Gay Marriage Vote: Voters Repeal Law Legalizing Gay Marriage
Green Day had it right with American Idiot. FUCK America! The land of HATRED, INTOLERANCE, and XENOPHOBIA!
Read more at: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/11/03/maine-gay-marriage-vote-e_n_344688.html
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost
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