Too hasty to judge...

I have been told before that I am judgmental. Maybe I am... but with good reason. I am usually right.

However, when I am wrong about someone, I'm the first to admit it.

In this case, I was too hasty to judge a certain musical artist. When I first heard one of her songs, I hated it. It was associated with an unpleasant situation, and I vehemently opposed her, and her music.

That being said, I have come to love said artist. I listen to her music all the time, including the song that I initially despised.

Wanna know who it is? Colbie Caillat. Yep, that's right. I'm officially a fan of her. I love her voice, and her mellow sound.

There you go, universe. I was wrong!
Sorry, though, Taylor Swift. My original opinion of you still stands.

Cleaning my room

I started cleaning my room today. I quickly remembered how easy it is to get distracted while cleaning one's room.

Oh, here is a box of old pictures!
Here are some letters!
Here is a story I wrote a long time ago!

Needless to say, it takes forever to get anything done. Of course, not everyone lets their rooms get to the state that I do...that is, the point where it looks like a large hurricane blew through. So it takes longer to clean than those with two shirts and a magazine on the floor. (Or something to that affect.)

I didn't finish. But seeing as how I'm unemployed currently, I should have no problem finishing it tomorrow. Sigh.

So many books, so little time

I have officially decided that I would need five clones of me who did nothing but read 24/7 to get to all the good books out there.

Not only do I have my already favorite books, which I re-read at least once a year, there are quadrillions of great books that I have never read, or even heard of. It is extremely overwhelming!

That being said, I can never seem to think of books to buy, and always end up searching the store, or randomly grabbing something because the cover is pretty. (Yes, the old adage is completely lost on me.)
I should go to the library, but the library here smells funny, and between the incidents of the cross-dressing bearded man, and the librarian with a goofy wig and bow tie, and the fact that every book older than ten years looks like it has been dunked in a coffee pot, I've mostly steered clear.

I just found a blog of a woman who reviews "clean reads." This is a veritable treasure trove to me, because I hate nothing worse than to get into a book and have it ruined with offensive content. Of course, most of the books I have to read for my English classes have offensive content, but that is beside the point.

Any way, the blog is homespunlight.blogspot.com
Kind of a cheesy name, but if someone is willing to wade through and find clean, enjoyable books, I don't care what she calls her blog.

On my "to read list," thanks to homespulight, are:
Mr. Darcy Broke My Heart by Beth Patillo
Amaranth Enchantment by Julie Berry
Princess of the Midnight Ball by Jessica Day George,
Uprising by Margaret Peterson Haddix
Blue by Joyce Moyer Hostetter
These is My Words by Nancy Turner
The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfiled
The Companion by Ann Granger
Hearts in Hiding by Brannon Green
Chains by Laurie Halse Anderson
Enthusiasm by Polly Shulman

I can't wait to get reading! But I have a few more chapters of A Painted House by John Grisham...(A great read, by the way.)
Oh dear. What happened to that list of classics I was supposed to read on my semester off?

Here I am again

Hello again. I'm back.

Boy are things complicated at the moment! I'm trying to figure out what to do with my life, a daunting task... so far my top options are:

1. Traveling Wastrel
Job Description: travel the world spending little or no money
Dress Code: anything that doesn't show dirt. Comfortable/casual. Facial hair preferable.
Starting Pay: $0... in fact, it COSTS money
Job Perks: Free workout, seeing the world (at least until you die of starvation)

2. Beach Bum
Job Description: live on the beach 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Make friends with other beach bums so you don't starve.
Dress Code: Shorts, swim suit, light sweater. Shoes are optional.
Starting Pay: $0 **
Job Perks: Free tanning
**Plane ticket not provided

3. Crazy Person
Job Description: any abnormal behavior
Dress Code: pick any one color and only wear that
Starting Pay: Whatever the state funds for your rehabilitation
Job Perks: free doughnuts.**

** Not really... I made that up.

Ok, so as you can tell, it is looking pretty bleak. Sigh.
First things first, I need a job. Wish me luck! I guess option 3 is always a good back up plan.

Tallyho.

 

Nothing to write about

I am getting extremely lazy about updating this thing...

The snow makes me feel uninspired. I haven't done any creative writing since I got back to the snow. Granted, in Hawaii I was in an actual creative writing class, required to write. But I am filled with new determination to not only do some serious reading during my semester "off.," but to do some serious writing as well. Not serious as in writing about heart attack and war-type things, but serious as in making myself do it on a regular basis.

No, this is not a new year's resolution.

Coughing Sucks

I've had a cough for two weeks. Blech!!
I hate coughing! I'm sitting there, minding my own business, happy as the proverbial clam, and WHAM! I'm coughing like a seventy year old man with emphysema.
I wish I could just cough up a hairball like a cat and be done with it. Ok, that's gross. But I think it would be better than hacking for two weeks straight!
I'm going to blame the freezing cold, dry air here in Alaska. My lungs apparently got attacked while weakened from breathing the warm, moist air of Hawaii for almost six months.
I've been taking Mucinex. I'm not sure how I feel about supporting their company, though. For one, because their commercials are disgusting, and two, because it hasn't really worked at all. But I'm not really sure what it is supposed to do in the first place. The offensive commercials are somewhat ambiguous.
I suppose there is nothing to do but endure until my body gets rid of it on its own.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go pick my lung up off the floor.

New Year

So. It is 2010. Strange. I set a great precedent for the rest of the year by sleeping in until eleven.

I wonder how many people are starting diets today, and how many of them have already broken their diets today?

I don't like New Year's resolutions. By the end of the year, if I haven't accomplished them, I feel like crap. I think setting goals is good, I guess, but I have never been very good with writing down goals and accomplishing them. I like to recognize goals after I've accomplished them. For example, I ended this semester with straight A's. That was not necessarily a goal of mine-not that I had openly acknowledged, anyway-but when I got straight A's, I said to myself, "Good job, Beth! You totally accomplished your goal of getting straight A's!"

It gave me a good, accomplishy feeling inside.

So my New Year's resolution is to accomplish at least one great goal that I didn't know I had! And look at that, "Good job, Beth! You updated your blog today, thereby accomplishing that goal!" Now I can relax until next year... anything else can be considered surplus goal-accomplishing.