I Love Bones!

I've taken the liberty of torturing myself and re-watching Bones, starting with Season One, on Netflix.
Even though I've seen just about every episode, (a few I didn't remember), I still find myself screaming at the screen "JUST KISS HER ALREADY!" to Booth and Bones. Ever since the first few episodes, you KNEW there was chemistry. They avoid it and play it off like it's nothing. The other characters KNOW something is up. Many of them encourage Bones to get with Booth.
But then people also say that if they hook-up that it would be the end of the show. WHY would it have to be? The ending of last season, they were so close to giving it a shot. I almost wanted to hate Bones and Booth a little bit for not kissing at the airport. UGH! It really drives me crazy! Even I feel the tension! How ridiculous is that?
As soon as I started re-watching the episodes, I would automatically notice the tension between them. Ugh, it's so HOT!

So far, so good.

Saturday I went to the Dover Library book sale. It was fill a grocery bag for $2. And I had 2 big bags. I got maybe 30 books for $4. I haven't went through them all yet. I did get a few interesting ones. I got one about Ancient Mysteries. I got The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, I've never read it. I picked up a lot that I've never heard of. I'm sure I'll be busy for the rest of my life. I still haven't finished any of the other books yet.

I applied for a job at the Library here. I can walk there, and I do whenever I go. It would be great to work there. It's not much, 12 hours a week, 3pm-6pm Monday through Thursday. I'm babysitting Friday and just got a text asking if I can babysit next Monday and Wednesday because the other babysitter is on vacation. Of course I"ll do that. And the babysitting is 7am-noon. It's only $5 an hour. Whereas the Library job is $8 an hour. But hey, it would be a lot of help for me! And I love being at the library and spending time with kids. I've always babysat.

I went to check on my application at the Library today, but the lady who does the hiring was sick, and I was told I could come back tomorrow, so I will do that.

More books..and stuff

Today wasn't too bad. Andy came over and we ran some errands. I got my tires rotated and was amazed at how fast they got it done. Less than 10 minutes and they were done. Dale showed up, it was funny. Then Andy and I went to have lunch. I went to the library and applied for two positions there. Andy told me about them, said they were in the newspaper. Talked to my mom for over an hour on the phone. Just a little bit of everything. Oh and I got a couple of books, I tried not to, but I checked to see if a book was there and it was. So I can add Maximum Ride: The Final Warning by James Patterson, to my list of books, as well as The Dangerous Days of Daniel X by James Patterson.
I'm on some sort of Patterson kick, I think. I'm still pushing myself to read Witch & Wizard by Patterson as well. Oh dear. I always get myself into this. At this rate, I'll never be able to read my own books. Now, that's my problem. I always have to read the books I don't have instead of reading the books I do have and then find books I don't have at the library when I run out of books that I do have. But I enjoy the books either way.
So once I read these books, then I'll do my reviews and then I'll be satisfied. Hopefully.
I'll also reserve the two books by Linda Castillo, Sworn to Silence and Pray for Silence.

Dreams and Talents

This blog is going to prove how untalented I am! Well, in a way it might show how creative I want to be.
I read an article on Yahoo! about a woman who buys clothing from thrift stores and yard sales, the most ugliest of muumuus and turns them into great outfits. One every day, for a year, with a budget of one dollar a day. I took a look at her blog and the outfits. I loved the idea. I wish I had me some sewing skills. I'd like to know how to hem and trim and make my own fashion out of thrifty buys!

I've also been in a piano music mood. I've been getting songs into my head and would find a piano version of it on YouTube, and just listen to them over and over. I love piano music! My boyfriend plays piano, and I'd love for him to keep at it. He's amazing. When we have our own place, I'll make sure there's a piano in the house. It might not be his dream piano, but it will be a nice one! And I will learn to play! I'd love to learn now, but I don't even have a keyboard, so I'll just dream about it.

I've never taken any kind of lesson for anything. The most I ever did as a kid was join Girl Scouts for a couple years. I wish I would have taken piano lessons.
A girl I knew had a piano (it wasn't fancy, but it was a heavy upright) and we were listening to My Chemical Romance. We played "Welcome to the Black Parade" 's intro over and over, because it was a piano intro. Very simple. Very few keys. I sat at the piano, she stayed by the CD player, and I sought out the keys and learned it by ear. For someone who has never played an instrument successfully in her life and with no prior knowledge of what keys were what note, I was extremely pleased with myself. It's very simple, and it got me super excited.

I still wonder if I can teach myself to play other songs by ear. I'd love to do that. I'd love to play my own music. I don't know how to read or write it (my boyfriend does) and I'm not about to learn. A few people I know who were in band back in high school have told me that it's tough to learn, and that learning to play the instrument is easier than studying the score sheet.

Oh well, as long as I get to express myself through music. I'd love to learn guitar, preferably acoustic. Mainly so I can strum a country song and sing to myself on rainy days. Or if we ever have the privilege of having a nice front porch on our house, complete with rocking chairs and a swing, then I'd whip out my ol' guitar and be my own version of Taylor Swift. Oh how lovely that would be! I'll do it, I will! Some day.

Getting it together..

Alright, so it's been a few days. My bad. Not much has really been going on. I haven't had a regular night's sleep. I can hardly sleep anymore. I stay up too late. I really need to stop doing that. Maybe it's because I feel like I have so much to be worrying about. I have a headache coming on. I really don't feel like much right now. I need to get things figured out. I'm always feeling that way. I always have to figure something out. I understand that's how life is, but sometimes I wish I could have a break. I wish something could come a bit easier to me. Either a decent topic to blog about or what to do with my life and how to do it.
I need things to flow nicely for once. Not many flaws. Is that so much to ask for?
Apparently so, because it hasn't happened. Ever. If something goes right, at the right time, then I usually think that it's too good to be true, and something bad must be going to follow after it. That could be my problem, but it usually happens without me saying it will.
I think I'm finally over the last couple of weeks. I don't feel odd anymore. I think I've let it go. I think my own brain won't tolerate anymore of the stupid contents of the bad parts of my past.
Damn, my head. I'll cut it short. I'll go take a shower, make some tea, make a few calls, and watch something on Netflix while I have that free trial.

Will we Expire?

I know we all expire eventually, in death. But that's not the kind of expiration date I'm talking about. I'm wondering if and when relationships expire? Friendships and your time with your significant other. Those kinds of relationships. After spending what I thought was a good time with certain people, I'm sometimes left wondering if we'll expire. Will it end up being that I'm not that fun anymore? Will they lose interest? Will they just drift away and I'm left alone wondering what went wrong? Could I prevent such things from happening? Sometimes I feel as though I'm not that fun. Like they could have more fun without me. I'm always told that friends and boyfriends come and go. I understand that. 

Sometimes I feel as though taking a breath of air is just a waste of time. But I find myself craving the fresh air that fill my lungs. I crave and rebel against that urge to give up. I keep going, it must mean something. I'm not even sure why I'm writing this. But sometimes, like today, I feel as though there are better things than being with me. I'm not sure. I know it's not all about me, I'm not trying to sound selfish or anything. I'm just wondering if I can get over that paranoia of not being wanted anymore. 

Wetlands Book Review

I just finished Wetlands by Charlotte Roche. I have never read anything remotely similar to this, ever.
I don't even know where to begin. There should be a warning label on the book. Maybe there was and I've overlooked it. Although, this book was recommended by someone, and out of curiosity I read it. They said that they were shocked when they had read it. Clearly, it shocked me. I laughed several times throughout the book. Maybe my humor is that dark and disgusting? I'm not sure, but this book had some disgusting parts. I had to finish the book, because it was like a bad wreck, you just couldn't look away. You secretly wanted to know all the intimate details, but you couldn't stop and ask. With this book, you don't ask, nor do you want to and yet you still find out all the helpless information that Helen (the main character) likes to share. I will say that there is a lot of explicit material hidden in this tiny book. Good or bad, I still can't be the judge of it, even for myself. I'm not sure who I'd recommend it to, or if I'd even recommend it. I could recommend it on a dare. It is extremely daring. If you don't have a weak stomach and enjoy something completely random. Go for it, I dare you. But if you have a weak stomach and you could spare the intimate details, then this book isn't for you. I'm not sure what else to say about this book. Enter at your own risk.

I'm not THAT gullible.

Ok, it's official. I will now rant and vent all I want about this issue. Fraud on Facebook.
Someone I know through Facebook was friends with "Mike Rowe". You know, guy host of Dirty Jobs? The voice of Ford and other popular commercials? Yeah, him. Well at first I didn't think anything of it, I asked her, "Is that really him?" She believed it was. I added him, because whoever it was was pretty funny. Then it started to die down. Some chick named "Jen" claimed to be his girlfriend. Then they said they got married. She changed her last name to Rowe. They didn't want to go public about the marriage, but they went public on freaking FACEBOOK?! So watch out for Jen Rowe and Michael Greg. Oh, and "Michael Greg" used to be "Mike Rowe". That has two different stories to it as well. According to "Mike", he told me that there was an issue with a girl on his friends list and she reported him. That account was deleted. It wouldn't of been an issue (if that were the case) if he was the real deal, right? But "Jen" told me that he accidentally deleted his account. I know that Facebook likes to change the site every now and then, but how could you "accidentally" delete an account? Doesn't it ask you to confirm as much?
So watch out for those two. They might change their names after this is published, if this gets to them. They are no longer on my friends list. THEY deleted me. Why?

"Jen Rowe" posted pictures, and claimed that they were of herself. They are NOT of her, and I have proof.
The pictures are of an actress I recognized. There's strike one. Who is this actress? Her name is Amy Davidson. She played Kerry on 8 Simple Rules, you know, that show John Ritter was on when he passed away? Then later on David Spade took over as their cousin, who lived with the family? Yup. She was saying that those pictures, of Amy Davidson, were her "Jen Rowe". People were buying it! Just Google it people!

For those who bought it, you are DUMB! For those who think I'm a nark and a bitch, I don't care what you think of me. She's using those pictures ILLEGALLY! Because they are NOT her. I was deleted from their friends list, because I found her out. I caught her in the act. She tried to explain that she looks a lot like that actress, she admitted to not knowing the actresses name and has never heard of the show. Well, someone will call her out on it. Sadly, it wasn't me.

NOW, if she told her friends, "Hey, this isn't really me, but I look similar to her." then that I would understand. Sort of. But saying that those pictures were indeed her! Need I say more?

Maximum Ride: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports *Spoiler*

So I just finished Maximum Ride: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports by James Patterson. This is the third installment of the Maximum Ride series. I absolutely LOVE these books.

I enjoy the adventure. The twists and turns. The characters, most of all! I love Max and her snarky comebacks! I love her sense of humor. But most of all, I love her and Fang together. I'm mushy like that.

So if you've never heard of or read any of the Maximum Ride series, or anything by James Patterson, then I suggest that you find them at your local library and start reading! Seriously, for it being Young Adult, I enjoyed how easy it was to relate. It wasn't a difficult read, but some things took me by surprise. I'm not saying that mutant bird kids are supposed to be dumb. I've never met or heard about, in any book, mutant bird kids. I'm not exactly sure what genre this falls under, but it's more Sci-Fi for me, and these kids were created in a science lab, so Science Fiction works for me. Unless Sci-Fi means something different now? Haha.

I will say, though, some of the turns are expected, like Angel being evil. Because she started to control minds and such in the second book. But what I didn't expect about it, is that it was all just a part of Max's plan! I give her a TON of Kudos. I love that kid. I'm always left with wanting more. James Patterson does an amazing job. Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment was my first book by Patterson that I've read and I can't get enough. The way he separates his chapters makes the book go by so quickly. It makes it a fast and easy read.

Again, it's a Young Adult series, like Twilight, and you see how crazy adults got over those. So go for it. I'm 19 and I love these books! They're something different and they're beautifully written. You'll fall in love with the characters, and want so much more from them. They truly deliver a punch in the action parts of the books. I can't get enough. 5/5 stars!

"Mr. Hollywood"

This might just be Part I. So with that said, I'll keep it light and inconspicuous.
There's this guy. He "looks" like a celebrity. That probably gave it away, huh?
If not, then good. If so, I have reason for talking about him.
Because he's been talking shit to my friends.
He's been a complete and TOTAL asshole to my friends. He doesn't know when or HOW to back off! He just keeps insults coming, thinks he's hot shit! Well, I'm sorry he thinks he's better than everyone because he can't get a REAL job that calls for REAL talent!
I thought he'd be old enough to know better, I believe I've made a similar point to him before.

If you know me, then you know me to be a nice person. I'm not saying that I'm a MEAN person, but when I'm on the defense I have a known mean streak in me that only comes out when needed. So I can be bitchy, rude, sassy, whatever you want to call it. I won't take it as an insult. I have plenty to say about people like you, quick to judge. I understand the part about defending friends when people "attack", but not knowing who they are and attacking them back is immature.

No, I know this person well enough to know that he's a complete arrogant asshole. The world would be better off without people like him. NEWSFLASH: There wouldn't be many people left if these "types" were eliminated, sadly these "types" are often looked upon as "idols" or "icons" in this sick and twisted world we live in. There are other sick freaks out there, but these ones are overlooked. Because they know how to put on a facade of an "ideal being" when they're really just a manipulative piece of shit! That's putting it lightly.

If this man would treat people better instead of being a man whore, then maybe I wouldn't be dogging the guy. But instead, I've chosen to say such things because of his immature behavior.

I can't go back...

Ever since I went back to Columbus to be with my mom so that she wasn't alone after finding out about the death of my grandpa, I realized how hard it was to go back. Memories flooded my mind as I made the drive back. Harsh tears burning my eyes as I remembered the drive back, in the past, usually meant it was time to "go back home". But I wasn't going back, not for that reason. It was my first trip back since I moved out almost two months ago. And the month leading up to my departure, was a nightmare. I didn't want to relive all of that, but I braced myself and helped support my mom.

Going back to that apartment, was the toughest thing I had ever done. It made me queasy, with both the familiar and unfamiliar smells. I couldn't believe that it all happened this way. I had made plans to spend two days with my friend in Pickerington, and my family. But I wouldn't of visited my grandpa, if he were alive. It's sad, but true. I didn't want to walk in on something I didn't want to see. Either a slew of hookers or him dead. And if I would have went there Friday like I had planned, he would have been dead.

I realized after the few days I spent down there, that I can't go back. I can't live in Columbus. I can't live in Whitehall. I just can't go back. I feel like I know too much going back. It feels like I stick out like a sore thumb. It's just so strange. I still think it's odd. And I've never felt so creeped out in my own apartment. It's slowly going away though.

Photo Editing

Ok, so the past hour or so I've been borderline obsessed with editing my pictures through Picnik.com. I'm even editing pictures for my cousin. It's something to do at 2:30 in the morning, and I'm feeling creative.

Me and Books

When it comes to me and what books I choose to read, I usually fall under the spell of mushy romance novels. My imagination runs wild during the hot and heavy romps that I'm exposed to in the delicious books I pick out. But recently I've broadened the types of books I've been reading. I still pick up a romance novle, but I enjoy something that's funny, like 3X Carlin: An Orgy Of George by George Carlin, Lamb by Christopher Moore, Why We Suck by Denis Leary, The Groucho Letters by Groucho Marx, and Harpo Speaks! by Harpo Marx. I need the book to draw me in instantly. But lately I've been reading books that my favorite show Bones is based upon. So I've picked up a few books by Kathy Reichs and I LOVE them. So far I've read Monday Mourning by Kathy Reichs and Break No Bones by Kathy Reichs. I recommend every book I'm mentioning.

I usually hated the books I had to read for school. If I ever had to read MacBeth again, I'd rather be shot in the foot. I'm not into that kind of writing. To me it sounds so illiterate and boring. I don't like when I have to do research on every single page of ONE Act! It's ridiculous. If it were something that needed interpreting, don't you think it would be written simply? Nah. Of course it wouldn't. That's what made up my entire first semester my senior year in high school. I hope Shakespeare is happy. The old coot.

Yes, I've read the Twilight Saga, well most of it. I haven't finished Breaking Dawn, I have them all here though. When I get the time I'll just start over. I've read other vampire books also. There's one by Lyndsay Sands Vampires Are Forever, that was really good. It's apart of a series as well. I've read some novels with "Highlander" in the title.

I recommend anything by Sarah Dessen, though. The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen, would probably be my favorite of hers, so far. I can't say I have an absolute favorite book of all time, but I've read a lot of good books that I would recommend to anyone.

I use an application on Facebook called Visual Bookshelf. It's where you find the books you have read, are currently reading, or want to read. It saves them to your "bookshelf" and you can rate the book, write a review for the book, recommend the book to one of your Facebook friends, and there's an option where you choose if you own the book, want the book, or borrowed the book. It's a great and simple application that I love! But applications would be another blog altogether when it comes to Facebook. I've found a couple of books through Virtual Bookshelf, that I will reserve from the Library when I get my pile of books down. I don't want to overwhelm myself with books, again. I'm very good at doing that. The two books I'm looking at are: Sworn To Silence by Linda Castillo and Pray For Silence by Linda Castillo. They seemed very interesting, being a murder mystery about a family of Amish, from Holmes County, Ohio, slaughtered in their home. Being fascinated by murder mysteries now, I thought I'd add those books to the list on that application. They were recommended to me, through the application. And from that I'm loving the application more and more. It helps me organize what I read and what I am reading and what I want to read. I love that I get to recommend books. It makes me wish I was friends with EVERYONE on Facebook, so I could recommend books to ALL OF YOU, whoever you might be.

Maximum Ride *Spoiler*

What can I say about the Maximum Ride series by James Patterson? Well, it's my first time readong anything by this author and in this genre. I'm not exactly sure what category it fits into, but to me it's somewhat of a sci-fi adventure for Young Adults. Yeah, I'm 19, and I still enjoy the Young Adult section. There are some really great books hanging around in that part of the library. Some of those books, I'm somewhat surprised are targeting young adults, but then again looking at the current generation--it's not that surprising.

Before I get extremely off topic, let me just say that I'm in the middle of the third book, Maximum Ride: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports. Also, when I was finishing the second book and starting the third, I knew Angel was going to be the evil one, but then I didn't see the plan her and Max had coming. I was very confused and felt like Max, that everything was a lie. I'm sure things will add up in the end, or at the beginning of another book.

I've been into series and sagas before, but this is different. I love how James Patterson delivers his books. I've noticed that they're all in the same or a similar context. Short chapters and to the point. I've always seen his books everywhere, he's written a ton! But I've never picked one up and read it cover to cover. Now that I have, I'm happy to add him to my list of Favorite Authors. My list of Favorite Authors isn't very long, but I'm expanding it a bit. I'm reading things I wouldn't normally read. I've been getting into genres I wouldn't normally wander into.

This will end up being two different topics from the Title. So I'll continue this little bit in another blog.

Another day

Today was another somewhat busy day. Yesterday was busier. Yesterday I babysat for 3 hours, went to open a new bank account, went to the mall and went to the Chinese buffet. Then I went inside Waldenbook Store and found a book by Denis Leary for $1. I talked to my mom for a couple hours. I got poured on. I went to the dollar store to get light bulbs, and noticed that Halloween stuff is already up.

Today I went to Wal-Mart to buy some fruit, went to the dollar store to buy a few other things. I went to Big Lots to buy some juice. I went to the mall to buy Brit a copy of that Denis Leary book. I found a couple other books. Rainwater by Sandra Brown. and Mistress of the Art of Death by Ariana Franklin. Should be an interesting time. I'll write reviews for the other books I'm currently reading.

Weird Dream from 8/3/2010

Before I get into the details of the dream I'm going to tell you (for those who may not know) that my grandpa died last week (they're thinking the 28th of July). Now with that said I will also tell you that: I used to live with him, for about 7 or 8 months. I moved out of my parents house after my mom and I got into an argument. My grandpa was kicked out, and in the heat of the moment, I was "kicked out" as well. I stayed with my grandma for a couple of weeks (that didn't work out because of her religion--that can be another blog post). So when my grandpa found a place, I moved in with him. Now I didn't know what kind of life style he was living during the last few months living in my parents' basement (he moved into my parents' place a year after he moved out of the house he was renting--my step grandma had died there July 29th, 2006). I found out upon moving in with him, that he was getting back into drinking and hanging out with whores at strip clubs. It eventually got worse. I moved out on June 12th of this year, to New Philadelphia (from Columbus). I got used to having my own things really quickly.

After hearing about his death, I dropped everything and went back to Columbus to help my mom (who was left to do everything) because I didn't want her going through that alone.
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Now onto the details of my dream:

It was at grandpa's (old) apartment, the room that used to be mine. My dresser, bed and night stand are the only pieces of furniture that I saw. My grandpa was pale, and sleeping on my bed. The snoring sounded real, but I knew it wasn't. (so I was aware in the dream). He was pale but somewhat translucent. The glow of the room was blue, with the red glow of my alarm clock numbers. The window blinds were open, I could see the trees outside, but I didn't see any green. It looked as though it were gray outside. It wasn't dark and it wasn't bright. My mom was there, but she couldn't see my grandpa. We were trying to get my cell phone charger and get out fast. So my mom stood on top of my bed trying to avoid my grandpa, I was giving her directions. She didn't want to touch him, although he couldn't see us, she couldn't see him, but I could see him. He kept sliding off the bed, onto the floor, and the only words I could make out are, "Time to go live the old life." He would mumble that over and over as he was sliding off of the bed and sliding back onto the bed. There was a vacuum in the room, right by the bed, and he would grab hold of it one time while sliding off and trying to get back on the bed. His eyes were closed. He was fully clothed (shirt and jean shorts). I remember seeing my bedroom doorway, the hallway, and the living room door/front door.

That's all I remember. I don't know what it means, maybe I'll go figure it out.

Hello Blogger.

I probably have a few Blogger accounts floating around in cyber space, but I'm just going to start fresh. I've never been good at remembering login information. Hopefully I remember the information for this account.


I've been wanting to start something semi-official. I'm not looking to make a legit blogging site, this will do. I hope I can stick to it. If not every day then a few times a week. I really would like to get back into writing either a journal or a blog. I don't know why I can't stick with either one. Having a routine is nice, but sometimes it can be a drag. 


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So today I babysat. I think I butt-dialed Alexa while I was babysitting. Oops. :)
My mom sent her a text letting her know.
My mom and I talked for a few hours, it seemed. I told her about my weird dream.
Maybe I could save my dream for another blog. It was strange.