I've really become a heavy reader now. I seem to read all the time, especially if it's a really good book. Plus, I figure that if I'm going to write, I need to read. The books I'm currently in the middle of are Les Miserables, Eldest, and Mansfield Park.
Thoughts:
Les Mis-This book has 5 mini-books in it's binding. Well, I've finished two, and since I was at a breaking point, I've kind of put it on hold right now.
Eldest-I think I explained in an earlier post that the 4th book in the Inheritance Cycle is coming out in Nov. Because of this, I'm rereading through the previous books. Right now, I'm on 2. Now, usually, #2 books are the slow, boring ones of the series because it's the segway from everything starting to everything wrapping up. Also, it's usually the book where (okay, I'll say it) all hell breaks loose and it looks like things can never end happily. Eldest is no different, except that all hell waits to break loose until the last few chapters. The book is immensely boring for two reasons. Eragon is traveling, eating tons of fruit, and sitting in the woods listening to ants. Roran is experiencing anger issues and girlfriend deprivation as he goes on a journey to rescue his love.
Mansfield Park-The first day I started this book, I read 100 pages exactly. I was enjoying it a lot, but recently it's gotten really slow. I'm relatively close to the end, so I don't have any problem with finishing it.
What books are you in the middle of?
Rocky Mountain High
Recently, my dad was going on a missions trip to Honduras for Living Water. It's a program that builds a well in a remote area. Since he would be gone for a week, Mom thought it might be nice to do something with just us girls. The idea of seeing our newest born cousins was a perfect plan. Both families live in Denver, and our aunt is in Colorado Springs. So, we pulled out our Atlas and plotted a road trip to go up.
I often voice that I enjoy car rides. For some reason, I like to be crammed into the back seat of a car with backpacks, computers, and purses from the front all around me. I like to be crammed in this state for any number of hours, but particularily 6 to 10, this trip. I like to be crammed so that all the snack food is behind me and any time anyone wants something I have to unbuckle, get on my knees, and bang my head against the low ceiling in order to retrieve the desired item. I still maintain this opinion, however, in a bit of an altered state. I like short car rides of about 3 to 5 hours. 10 hours of reading, writing, editing my books, listening to whatever CD or radio station has been chosen, and handing up tons of oatmeal cream pies, oreos, and cheez-its, were just too much.
It's a little windy up top.
In the rest area up top, they have these special, World Famous doughnuts that can only be made at that elevation. We decided to try some. They were the best! best! best! doughnuts I've ever had. They were so amazing!
Our newest cousins, Bennett (4 months) and Lucy (2 months) were totally adorable. I loved holding them, playing with them, rocking them to sleep, and giving them kisses.
Lucy
I often voice that I enjoy car rides. For some reason, I like to be crammed into the back seat of a car with backpacks, computers, and purses from the front all around me. I like to be crammed in this state for any number of hours, but particularily 6 to 10, this trip. I like to be crammed so that all the snack food is behind me and any time anyone wants something I have to unbuckle, get on my knees, and bang my head against the low ceiling in order to retrieve the desired item. I still maintain this opinion, however, in a bit of an altered state. I like short car rides of about 3 to 5 hours. 10 hours of reading, writing, editing my books, listening to whatever CD or radio station has been chosen, and handing up tons of oatmeal cream pies, oreos, and cheez-its, were just too much.
Anyway, the driving was very dull because out in West Texas there is nothing. No, I'm serious. It's all one big, flat, grayish plain of dead grass. To be fair, an oil pump or cow might be seen every hour or so. I thought to myself, that any old movie set in West Texas could not be accused of simply running a screen behind the moving object. It all looks the same anyway. :D
Colorado was beautiful. The weather was simply gorgeous, and there's something about mountains that just draws me in. I can't get enough of them.
Speaking of moutains, we decided to do something different, and take a train up Pike's Peak. It was amazing! On the way up we caught a glimpse of an animal called a Yellow Bellied Whistling Marmot. They we like squirrel beavers. A squirrel's body and tail, and a beaver's head. Really weird looking. For this expedition, I had brought a little notebook to write down my thoughts. While we went up, I scribbled and scribbled away as hundreds of things popped out at me. It was so amazing! Finally, we reached the top and were greeted with 38 degrees with a windchill of 23. Yeah, it was cold, but the view! Oh, the view! So beautiful looking down and down for miles! Colorado was beautiful. The weather was simply gorgeous, and there's something about mountains that just draws me in. I can't get enough of them.
It's a little windy up top.In the rest area up top, they have these special, World Famous doughnuts that can only be made at that elevation. We decided to try some. They were the best! best! best! doughnuts I've ever had. They were so amazing!
Our newest cousins, Bennett (4 months) and Lucy (2 months) were totally adorable. I loved holding them, playing with them, rocking them to sleep, and giving them kisses.
Bennett
LucyAren't they cute? Well, we had an amazing time with them, and visiting with my aunt and other cousins. We were sad to leave, but still, we wanted to be back home. It was a great trip, and I can't wait to go back. Though, perhaps next time, we don't drive. ;)
My Sister's Cats -story for library competition
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
We used to have a dog. She was half Chow and half Retriever with a heavy black coat, huge, brown eyes, and a warm nose. Her name was Bridget, and we adopted her from a shelter when she was just a puppy. She lived with us for nearly ten years, growing to stand above your knees and becoming one of the fastest dogs to react to the world squirrel. She kept the snakes away, drank from our pool, hated her baths, learned to open our screen door with her paws, preferred to stay in her kennel, ate through our swimming noodles, and ultimately refused to play anything so unrefined as fetch. She was a wonderful dog and a wonderful friend up until the day she died.
Immediately, we began to miss the ever present face at the bottom of our French doors. It was my job to feed Bridget, and I missed going out to wish her good mornings and good nights. Shadows from the trees near our house often caused me to think I saw her standing in the yard. It was very hard, and my mom and sister and I all wanted another dog. My dad, however, had made it quite plain that when Bridget died, we weren't getting another dog because they cost too much. Soon, this was unhappily accepted as irreparable fact.
Then, a curious thing happened. A cat appeared. He came around often and was very friendly, allowing us to pick him up at any time. My sister had too much of a soft spot for cats and wanted to feed him. Mom opened up a packet of tuna and that was the beginning. Because of his creamy, yellowy coat, he was named 'Cappuccino' but we only ever called him, Chino. He now came around often, and my sister and I would stop what we were doing to go out and hold him.
ONe day, my sister excitedly told me that she'd spotted a gray cat down at our barn. The barn was a solid , white structure affixedc to the very back of our property. It was filled with random sizes of boards, rusty equipment, and occasional rat or colony of rats, and a distinct smell that can only be labeled as "the barn smell." My sister told me she'd gotten close enough to pet the cat, and it had the softest fur. I decided to go and bring it up to the house where we could feed it.
The gray cat met me a few feet from the barn. I quickly discovered she was a girl and that was most exciting. Her fur was just as my sister had described it: like goose feathers. She caustiously followed me up to the house, and my sister and I immediatley set to work on her name. We looked at her attributes which were alertness, snootiness, and no interest whatsover in Chino. These happened to be some of the most prominent attributes of a character in a book. Thus, she was given the character's name, Arya.
Meanwhile, three other cats made their appeareances. There was David: black and white, fat, an immense tail, and sat like a statue atop the fence that went right behind the barn. Then, there were Riley and Junior. These two cats were identical. The only difference was their size. Riley was fatter than David, but Junior seemed a mere ktiten. Despite the size, their names allways became entangled.
Around the arrival of these three, Mom had become depleted of packaged tuna and canned chicken. So, she broke down and bough a small bag of cat food. Also at this time, another change occured. Arya went into heat. All the other cats became bolder and started chasing her up trees and under cars. We felt sorry for her, but it was a natural process. Soon, I was given a very intereseting Biology lesson.
As Arya became exceedingly fat in her middle, David, Riely, and Junior disappeared. Chino still hung around, yet, not nearly as much. Mom informed us that it was getting near Arya's time to deliver. My sister and I were excited and anxious. Then, Arya was not there the next day. She was gone the day after and the day after that. Arya was gone for almost two weeks, and Mom proclaimed she'd gone back to her real home to have kittens. My sister and I hoped the kittens would come to our house.
Not too long after, as if in answer, Arya led her four kittens to our yard. The kittens were very adorable, and it was clear from their coloring, that Chino was the father. Two were boys, and two were girls. Again, names had to be decided. My sister suggested using the arts to name them. ONe of the boys, gray with white paws, took charge of art by being named Leonardo DiVinci, with Leo for short. The other boy, solid black with yellow eyes, was given pop music by being named Michael Jackson and calling him simply, Jackson. The girls were harder to name, as it seems with all girls. Finally, the bigger of the two with the black stripes, was named Carmen for the Opera. And the other girl that was exactly a mix of her parents, was donned Ginger Rodgers in honor of dancing. Excitedly, we showed them to Mom who wasn't very pleased. Mom had never been a huge cat person herself.
Time went by. Chino could no longer be found. Arya herself was scarce. The kittens grew: each of their personalities showing clearer each day. Leo was calm and friendly. Jackson was literally a "scaredy cat" as he ran from everything. Carmen was the trouble maker, and tiny Ginger was the sweet one. We enjoyed having them around so much. But then, like clockwork, they started to leave. They didn't come around nearly as often, and when they did, it was not up at the house. Just as they were pretty much gone entirely, haughtly Arya returned.
Because I was upset at the kittens leaving, and Arya was the meanest of all the cats we'd ever had around, I began to dislike her. My sister still loved her, going out at all times to pet and fee her. Still, I decided not to like her since she scared off her children who were my real favorites. However, she persisted in staying. Now, occasionally, we'd catch a glimpse of another cat. It mihgt be Chino or Jackson or Riley/Jr.
Then, Carmen visited us for a night. She was ridiculously massive in her middle, far bigger than David or Riely had been. We then assumed that she was pregnant, and soon, though we've never seen her since, her kittens came around. ONe by one, they came slowly. First, there was a girl who looked as if she'd been sown together with scraps of fabric. Some might call her patchwork; Mom called her ugly. She was rather homely, but she was so small and had such a cute face. My sister and I chose to name any kittens from Carmen's litter from the characters out of Disney movies. She was subsequently christened, Naala. The next kitten came by; he was Simba. This cat was as skinny as a rail and was gray with some darker stripes. Then, another small cat came around; who we almsot though was Simba. The same coloring, though slightly bigger around, but it was a gril. Wendy she was, and the next to come, who was also gray with blackish swirly patterns on his sides, was Peter.
Naala tried to hang around often, but she and Arya did not get along. Perhaps it was some type of female rivalry over a previous claimed area. Despite the efforts we made to make them friends, the two who were actually grandma and granddaughter, never met without a hissing match. Soon, for whatever reason, Arya backed off and let Naala rule the roost which she took extreme pleasure in. Jackson was also always hangign around. So, we had two that were sleeping at the house, and Arya came around very often. My sister and I started saying we owned two cats. This was very close to the truth. Though we didn't take them to vet appointments, we fed them adn they always stayed. Jackson and Naala really never left. They were always outside adn sunning themselves on our diving board.
Once again, spring rolled around and it was Naala's turn to enter into a heat. The day that followed was very strange in that all the male cats seemed to come from nowhere. Jackson was around of course, but then came Riley, Simba, and Peter. It was kind of exciting to know that we'd seen two genereations of cats and would now be watching the third come around.
Now, we wait. Naala grows fatter by the day, and we await the arrival of her kittens which my sister and I hope occurs at our house. Since this time, Jackson has left. He simply disappeared and we haven't seen him since. Arya still comes fairly often, though. Sometimes, I forget a time when we didn't have at least one cat peering in at us through our French doors. Sometimes, I forget a time when there was not a cat prowling in the high grass or sunning itself on our diving board. But then, I do remember. I make myself remember the joy of racing with Bridget. I remember what fun it used to be to go out on cold mornings and sit with my feet in her fur. I can never truly forget those times, but they often sit in the sidelines as I watch the cats. Then, I think of how it was when Chino first came, how we were so excited to have a cat by our house. I do miss Bridget, but I like having the cats around. I like watching how my sister goes out all the time to pet them. They truly are her cats, for she enjoys them more than any of us. We recently took a vacation and pain our young neighbor to come over and feed them. So, it really is like we have real pets again.
Immediately, we began to miss the ever present face at the bottom of our French doors. It was my job to feed Bridget, and I missed going out to wish her good mornings and good nights. Shadows from the trees near our house often caused me to think I saw her standing in the yard. It was very hard, and my mom and sister and I all wanted another dog. My dad, however, had made it quite plain that when Bridget died, we weren't getting another dog because they cost too much. Soon, this was unhappily accepted as irreparable fact.
Then, a curious thing happened. A cat appeared. He came around often and was very friendly, allowing us to pick him up at any time. My sister had too much of a soft spot for cats and wanted to feed him. Mom opened up a packet of tuna and that was the beginning. Because of his creamy, yellowy coat, he was named 'Cappuccino' but we only ever called him, Chino. He now came around often, and my sister and I would stop what we were doing to go out and hold him.
ONe day, my sister excitedly told me that she'd spotted a gray cat down at our barn. The barn was a solid , white structure affixedc to the very back of our property. It was filled with random sizes of boards, rusty equipment, and occasional rat or colony of rats, and a distinct smell that can only be labeled as "the barn smell." My sister told me she'd gotten close enough to pet the cat, and it had the softest fur. I decided to go and bring it up to the house where we could feed it.
The gray cat met me a few feet from the barn. I quickly discovered she was a girl and that was most exciting. Her fur was just as my sister had described it: like goose feathers. She caustiously followed me up to the house, and my sister and I immediatley set to work on her name. We looked at her attributes which were alertness, snootiness, and no interest whatsover in Chino. These happened to be some of the most prominent attributes of a character in a book. Thus, she was given the character's name, Arya.
Meanwhile, three other cats made their appeareances. There was David: black and white, fat, an immense tail, and sat like a statue atop the fence that went right behind the barn. Then, there were Riley and Junior. These two cats were identical. The only difference was their size. Riley was fatter than David, but Junior seemed a mere ktiten. Despite the size, their names allways became entangled.
Around the arrival of these three, Mom had become depleted of packaged tuna and canned chicken. So, she broke down and bough a small bag of cat food. Also at this time, another change occured. Arya went into heat. All the other cats became bolder and started chasing her up trees and under cars. We felt sorry for her, but it was a natural process. Soon, I was given a very intereseting Biology lesson.
As Arya became exceedingly fat in her middle, David, Riely, and Junior disappeared. Chino still hung around, yet, not nearly as much. Mom informed us that it was getting near Arya's time to deliver. My sister and I were excited and anxious. Then, Arya was not there the next day. She was gone the day after and the day after that. Arya was gone for almost two weeks, and Mom proclaimed she'd gone back to her real home to have kittens. My sister and I hoped the kittens would come to our house.
Not too long after, as if in answer, Arya led her four kittens to our yard. The kittens were very adorable, and it was clear from their coloring, that Chino was the father. Two were boys, and two were girls. Again, names had to be decided. My sister suggested using the arts to name them. ONe of the boys, gray with white paws, took charge of art by being named Leonardo DiVinci, with Leo for short. The other boy, solid black with yellow eyes, was given pop music by being named Michael Jackson and calling him simply, Jackson. The girls were harder to name, as it seems with all girls. Finally, the bigger of the two with the black stripes, was named Carmen for the Opera. And the other girl that was exactly a mix of her parents, was donned Ginger Rodgers in honor of dancing. Excitedly, we showed them to Mom who wasn't very pleased. Mom had never been a huge cat person herself.
Time went by. Chino could no longer be found. Arya herself was scarce. The kittens grew: each of their personalities showing clearer each day. Leo was calm and friendly. Jackson was literally a "scaredy cat" as he ran from everything. Carmen was the trouble maker, and tiny Ginger was the sweet one. We enjoyed having them around so much. But then, like clockwork, they started to leave. They didn't come around nearly as often, and when they did, it was not up at the house. Just as they were pretty much gone entirely, haughtly Arya returned.
Because I was upset at the kittens leaving, and Arya was the meanest of all the cats we'd ever had around, I began to dislike her. My sister still loved her, going out at all times to pet and fee her. Still, I decided not to like her since she scared off her children who were my real favorites. However, she persisted in staying. Now, occasionally, we'd catch a glimpse of another cat. It mihgt be Chino or Jackson or Riley/Jr.
Then, Carmen visited us for a night. She was ridiculously massive in her middle, far bigger than David or Riely had been. We then assumed that she was pregnant, and soon, though we've never seen her since, her kittens came around. ONe by one, they came slowly. First, there was a girl who looked as if she'd been sown together with scraps of fabric. Some might call her patchwork; Mom called her ugly. She was rather homely, but she was so small and had such a cute face. My sister and I chose to name any kittens from Carmen's litter from the characters out of Disney movies. She was subsequently christened, Naala. The next kitten came by; he was Simba. This cat was as skinny as a rail and was gray with some darker stripes. Then, another small cat came around; who we almsot though was Simba. The same coloring, though slightly bigger around, but it was a gril. Wendy she was, and the next to come, who was also gray with blackish swirly patterns on his sides, was Peter.
Naala tried to hang around often, but she and Arya did not get along. Perhaps it was some type of female rivalry over a previous claimed area. Despite the efforts we made to make them friends, the two who were actually grandma and granddaughter, never met without a hissing match. Soon, for whatever reason, Arya backed off and let Naala rule the roost which she took extreme pleasure in. Jackson was also always hangign around. So, we had two that were sleeping at the house, and Arya came around very often. My sister and I started saying we owned two cats. This was very close to the truth. Though we didn't take them to vet appointments, we fed them adn they always stayed. Jackson and Naala really never left. They were always outside adn sunning themselves on our diving board.
Once again, spring rolled around and it was Naala's turn to enter into a heat. The day that followed was very strange in that all the male cats seemed to come from nowhere. Jackson was around of course, but then came Riley, Simba, and Peter. It was kind of exciting to know that we'd seen two genereations of cats and would now be watching the third come around.
Now, we wait. Naala grows fatter by the day, and we await the arrival of her kittens which my sister and I hope occurs at our house. Since this time, Jackson has left. He simply disappeared and we haven't seen him since. Arya still comes fairly often, though. Sometimes, I forget a time when we didn't have at least one cat peering in at us through our French doors. Sometimes, I forget a time when there was not a cat prowling in the high grass or sunning itself on our diving board. But then, I do remember. I make myself remember the joy of racing with Bridget. I remember what fun it used to be to go out on cold mornings and sit with my feet in her fur. I can never truly forget those times, but they often sit in the sidelines as I watch the cats. Then, I think of how it was when Chino first came, how we were so excited to have a cat by our house. I do miss Bridget, but I like having the cats around. I like watching how my sister goes out all the time to pet them. They truly are her cats, for she enjoys them more than any of us. We recently took a vacation and pain our young neighbor to come over and feed them. So, it really is like we have real pets again.
2 New Movies That Meet My Extreme Approval
I promised a post about I am Number Four, but I couldn't write a movie post without including some about the newest X-Men film that came out; X-Men: First Class.
I read the book, I am # 4, after seeing the preview. The trailer captured my interest and when I discovered it was a book, I became interested. I enjoyed the book. It was different, with not the usual story, yet still contained some normal elements. So, naturally, I was interested in the movie. However, I knew that because of how it was, it would be spoiled sightly if I watched it with Kathryn and Mom and Dad because they'd be rolling their eyes. They wouldn't get it. As seen from the previous post, the perfect opportunity arrived in going to Austin.
I put the movie in, not having terribly high hopes, in fear of being disappointed. Still, I was expecting a good movie. I was thoroughly pleased when it ended, far more pleased then I expected. The first thing I had noticed was how accurate it was, and it remained so for the entire movie. They were hitting almost every major point, leaving out one big part only because of time. This was exceedingly pleasing in this age of butchering the story coming from books.
The other thing I liked so much, was the character portrayal. The script writers and actors did a wonderful job of showing off the characters. Plus, they showed them in a way that I hadn't thought about before. As a closing, the movie was great, and it made me like the book much more. :D
I discovered the X-Men series not too long ago. Kathryn had seen the first one, or at least part of it. She wanted me to watch it, and though I was sick, I really liked it. Then, we found out that First Class was coming out and so I pressed to watch 2 and 3 before we went to see the movie. Well, we ended up watch 2 the night before we went to see the movie.
First Class was excellent. I liked almost all of the new Xs like Havoc and Banshee and the others. But, my favorte part? Can you guess it? No? Look up into the paragraphs about I am #4. Yes, my favorite part was character portrayal. (It often is in movies) I thought James McAvoy did a stunning job of conveying the young Charles Xavier. The guy who played Eric, don't remember the actor's name, was also very good in showing the inner fire of anger that was eating at his insides. Speaking of the eating fire, early on, he was creeping me out! Kathryn and I leaned over at the exact time and said, "He's freaking me out right now."
Then, there was Mystique or Raven. For her first big performance in Winter's Bone, Jennifer Lawrence was praised and praised. When she secured the coveted spot of Katniss Everdeen for the Hunger Games movie, I became interested in her even more. Now, she was going to be in this movie. She greatly impressed me. I thought she did a super job with her role.
So, as you can see, I was very happy with this movie and now look forward to finishing the series off by watching X3 and Wolverine.
Raven: "I'm tired. Read to me."
Charles: "I have to work on my thesis."
Raven: "Well, read that. That always sends me right off."
I read the book, I am # 4, after seeing the preview. The trailer captured my interest and when I discovered it was a book, I became interested. I enjoyed the book. It was different, with not the usual story, yet still contained some normal elements. So, naturally, I was interested in the movie. However, I knew that because of how it was, it would be spoiled sightly if I watched it with Kathryn and Mom and Dad because they'd be rolling their eyes. They wouldn't get it. As seen from the previous post, the perfect opportunity arrived in going to Austin.
I put the movie in, not having terribly high hopes, in fear of being disappointed. Still, I was expecting a good movie. I was thoroughly pleased when it ended, far more pleased then I expected. The first thing I had noticed was how accurate it was, and it remained so for the entire movie. They were hitting almost every major point, leaving out one big part only because of time. This was exceedingly pleasing in this age of butchering the story coming from books.
The other thing I liked so much, was the character portrayal. The script writers and actors did a wonderful job of showing off the characters. Plus, they showed them in a way that I hadn't thought about before. As a closing, the movie was great, and it made me like the book much more. :D
I discovered the X-Men series not too long ago. Kathryn had seen the first one, or at least part of it. She wanted me to watch it, and though I was sick, I really liked it. Then, we found out that First Class was coming out and so I pressed to watch 2 and 3 before we went to see the movie. Well, we ended up watch 2 the night before we went to see the movie.
First Class was excellent. I liked almost all of the new Xs like Havoc and Banshee and the others. But, my favorte part? Can you guess it? No? Look up into the paragraphs about I am #4. Yes, my favorite part was character portrayal. (It often is in movies) I thought James McAvoy did a stunning job of conveying the young Charles Xavier. The guy who played Eric, don't remember the actor's name, was also very good in showing the inner fire of anger that was eating at his insides. Speaking of the eating fire, early on, he was creeping me out! Kathryn and I leaned over at the exact time and said, "He's freaking me out right now."
Then, there was Mystique or Raven. For her first big performance in Winter's Bone, Jennifer Lawrence was praised and praised. When she secured the coveted spot of Katniss Everdeen for the Hunger Games movie, I became interested in her even more. Now, she was going to be in this movie. She greatly impressed me. I thought she did a super job with her role.
So, as you can see, I was very happy with this movie and now look forward to finishing the series off by watching X3 and Wolverine.
Raven: "I'm tired. Read to me."
Charles: "I have to work on my thesis."
Raven: "Well, read that. That always sends me right off."
Chocolate Covered Pretzels and Root Beer
Monday, June 6, 2011
Ah, the good things in life. I decided I've not been blogging enough lately. So, I figured I'd write about my recent day trip up to Austin.
Kathryn is a huge fan of Michael Buble, as I believe was stated in a previous post about how bad he is. Anyway, he's on this new tour and was coming to Texas this year, but not sadly, not to Houston. He was going to Austin. This did not detour Kathryn. She asked Mom if they could go up to Austin for the concert. Mom agreed and the tickets were bought. This would have Mom and Kathryn leaving on Wed. (concert night), staying the night in Austin, and coming home on Thurs. Dad and I were to have the whole time to ourselves.
However, Dad was not going to be home. This will not do. Meaghan really shouldn't stay by hersellf the whole time. :( I was of a different mind. I did not much like the idea of being tracked over the state to sit in a hotel room by myself and watch TV that I could be watching in the comfort of my home. Plus, without the bother of packing and the long drive.
Howver, Dad was now coming back home. Yay, I'm saved. Now, I was going to stay home. Dad would be back very late, and then Mom and Kathryn would return the next day.
However, did I REALLY want to be by myself all the time? There's only so far TV and movies can get you, even I'll admit to that. But, I REALLY did't want to have to go with them. Granted, it might be fun. Kathryn pointed out that I'd never been in a hotel room by myself, but it just didn't seem like enough. Finally, after talking it over with Mom, I decided to go.
Arent' you happy this paragraph isn't starting with however? :D On Wed. we packed our stuff, packed the car, and headed off...to the post office and McDonald's for a Redbox. I was going to get two movies to pass the hours in the hotel. The films? Tron!!!!! and I am Number Four. I am #4 was a movie which I'd wanted to watch, since I found it was coming out. But, because of the type of movie it was, I knew I'd only enjoy it properly if I watched it alone. (A later post is coming about the movie so I won't say any more.)
We drove and drove while I read and read. A little past the half way point, we stopped at Buccee's for snacks and a bathroom break. We got drinks and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels, and we were ready for the last stage. When we got into Austin, we had to quickly find our hotel and get to the Cracker Barrel to eat and let them go to the concert. But, we got lost trying to find the hotel. Finally, Mom called and got us back on track, but we now didn't have time to go all the way down to the Cracker Barrel. We spotted a Chilie's, ate a yummy dinner, and then got to the hotel. After getting out everything from the car, including my precious can of Root Beer I had stashed for the night, they left and I walked upstairs.
As I was walking into the hotel for the second time (two trips were needed), I saw a man sitting outside the door smoking. Looking at myself holding a can of root beer and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels and a bag of chips, we'd brought them from home but they never got touched, I wanted to say to him: "Party in room 209!!!!!" However, I restrained myself. Mom had told me to double lock the door anyway. :)
Well, I kicked off my shoes, set up my laptop, brought over the movies, and plopped down on the bed. I wasn't sure if both movies would finish in the time they were gone, so I decided to start with I am Number Four. I'd rather they walk in on the end of Tron, then the other one. ;D I watched it, and it was really good. Now on to feature 2, but I've yet to eat any of my snacks. I broke out the pretzels, and the root beer from the refrigerator in the room and sat back on the bed to watch Tron. And there I was; in Austin, in a hotel room by myself, sitting on a bed, watching Tron, eating chocolate covered pretzels, and drinking root beer after 9 o'clock. This was how the summer was meant to be spent. :D
After awhile, they came back and told me about the concert. Kathryn had loved it, expectations met. But Mom had not had the best time because of her sitting partner. Lots of talking kept us up late, but eventually, we hit the sack.
The next morning I awoke to hear some sort of tapping going on. I distinctly heard it coming from over the vanity. I got up and stomped over. (I was in rather a grumpy mood, perhaps not fully awake.) I turned the light on, eliciting a moan from still sleeping Kathryn. Mom came out of the bathroom to find me peering up at the ceiling with a mad look on.
"Why did you turn the light on?" asked Mom.
"Because I did. Something's making noise, like tapping, over here," I answered.
"Okay, why don't you go back to bed. It's still early."
Still grumpy, I stomped back to bed. "It's 7. It's not THAT early."
Now, I find this story very funny. Don't ask me why I was in such a bad mood at 7 in the morning. It did not matter though, since I never woke Kathryn up and actually slept until 10 myself.
Mom and I were the first ready to leave, yet Kathryn wasn't packed up. So, I turned on the TV and scrolled through the channels. I happened upon a movie that was in some kind of Greek or Roman setting. Interested, I stayed, trying to discern what it was. My initial guess was Clash of the Titans, though I've not seen it. I asked Kathryn to come over and help me figure out what it was. Then, we saw Sam Worrington and a Pegusus-like-horse and we knew it was indeed Clash of the Titans. While waiting for her to finish, I watched till the end and I tell you, it was awful! The most anti-climatic ending for the previous few scenes. I was greatly disappointed. Imagine if I'd watched the whole thing! :D
The ride home was lots of fun, because I wrote a lot. I actually completed the story I'm submitting for the library writing thing. I'll post the story up here soon. And, we stopped at Buccee's on the way home for more snacks. :)
I look back, and see what fun I'd missed if I'd just stayed home. Little excursions like this are over quickly, but they make some extremely fun memories!
Kathryn is a huge fan of Michael Buble, as I believe was stated in a previous post about how bad he is. Anyway, he's on this new tour and was coming to Texas this year, but not sadly, not to Houston. He was going to Austin. This did not detour Kathryn. She asked Mom if they could go up to Austin for the concert. Mom agreed and the tickets were bought. This would have Mom and Kathryn leaving on Wed. (concert night), staying the night in Austin, and coming home on Thurs. Dad and I were to have the whole time to ourselves.
However, Dad was not going to be home. This will not do. Meaghan really shouldn't stay by hersellf the whole time. :( I was of a different mind. I did not much like the idea of being tracked over the state to sit in a hotel room by myself and watch TV that I could be watching in the comfort of my home. Plus, without the bother of packing and the long drive.
Howver, Dad was now coming back home. Yay, I'm saved. Now, I was going to stay home. Dad would be back very late, and then Mom and Kathryn would return the next day.
However, did I REALLY want to be by myself all the time? There's only so far TV and movies can get you, even I'll admit to that. But, I REALLY did't want to have to go with them. Granted, it might be fun. Kathryn pointed out that I'd never been in a hotel room by myself, but it just didn't seem like enough. Finally, after talking it over with Mom, I decided to go.
Arent' you happy this paragraph isn't starting with however? :D On Wed. we packed our stuff, packed the car, and headed off...to the post office and McDonald's for a Redbox. I was going to get two movies to pass the hours in the hotel. The films? Tron!!!!! and I am Number Four. I am #4 was a movie which I'd wanted to watch, since I found it was coming out. But, because of the type of movie it was, I knew I'd only enjoy it properly if I watched it alone. (A later post is coming about the movie so I won't say any more.)
We drove and drove while I read and read. A little past the half way point, we stopped at Buccee's for snacks and a bathroom break. We got drinks and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels, and we were ready for the last stage. When we got into Austin, we had to quickly find our hotel and get to the Cracker Barrel to eat and let them go to the concert. But, we got lost trying to find the hotel. Finally, Mom called and got us back on track, but we now didn't have time to go all the way down to the Cracker Barrel. We spotted a Chilie's, ate a yummy dinner, and then got to the hotel. After getting out everything from the car, including my precious can of Root Beer I had stashed for the night, they left and I walked upstairs.
As I was walking into the hotel for the second time (two trips were needed), I saw a man sitting outside the door smoking. Looking at myself holding a can of root beer and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels and a bag of chips, we'd brought them from home but they never got touched, I wanted to say to him: "Party in room 209!!!!!" However, I restrained myself. Mom had told me to double lock the door anyway. :)
Well, I kicked off my shoes, set up my laptop, brought over the movies, and plopped down on the bed. I wasn't sure if both movies would finish in the time they were gone, so I decided to start with I am Number Four. I'd rather they walk in on the end of Tron, then the other one. ;D I watched it, and it was really good. Now on to feature 2, but I've yet to eat any of my snacks. I broke out the pretzels, and the root beer from the refrigerator in the room and sat back on the bed to watch Tron. And there I was; in Austin, in a hotel room by myself, sitting on a bed, watching Tron, eating chocolate covered pretzels, and drinking root beer after 9 o'clock. This was how the summer was meant to be spent. :D
After awhile, they came back and told me about the concert. Kathryn had loved it, expectations met. But Mom had not had the best time because of her sitting partner. Lots of talking kept us up late, but eventually, we hit the sack.
The next morning I awoke to hear some sort of tapping going on. I distinctly heard it coming from over the vanity. I got up and stomped over. (I was in rather a grumpy mood, perhaps not fully awake.) I turned the light on, eliciting a moan from still sleeping Kathryn. Mom came out of the bathroom to find me peering up at the ceiling with a mad look on.
"Why did you turn the light on?" asked Mom.
"Because I did. Something's making noise, like tapping, over here," I answered.
"Okay, why don't you go back to bed. It's still early."
Still grumpy, I stomped back to bed. "It's 7. It's not THAT early."
Now, I find this story very funny. Don't ask me why I was in such a bad mood at 7 in the morning. It did not matter though, since I never woke Kathryn up and actually slept until 10 myself.
Mom and I were the first ready to leave, yet Kathryn wasn't packed up. So, I turned on the TV and scrolled through the channels. I happened upon a movie that was in some kind of Greek or Roman setting. Interested, I stayed, trying to discern what it was. My initial guess was Clash of the Titans, though I've not seen it. I asked Kathryn to come over and help me figure out what it was. Then, we saw Sam Worrington and a Pegusus-like-horse and we knew it was indeed Clash of the Titans. While waiting for her to finish, I watched till the end and I tell you, it was awful! The most anti-climatic ending for the previous few scenes. I was greatly disappointed. Imagine if I'd watched the whole thing! :D
The ride home was lots of fun, because I wrote a lot. I actually completed the story I'm submitting for the library writing thing. I'll post the story up here soon. And, we stopped at Buccee's on the way home for more snacks. :)
I look back, and see what fun I'd missed if I'd just stayed home. Little excursions like this are over quickly, but they make some extremely fun memories!
Thor
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Thor! The God of Thunder and Lightening! The God who has mastered the art of the hammer!!!!! The God who has an amazingly cool cape! The God that's played by Chris Hemsworth! Yeah, that's all I need to say.
This movie has gotten so much hype and such good reviews that I wanted to see it. The previews looked good too! So, with Kathryn and three other friends, we set out to the movie theatre for the first showing yesterday. Movie threatres are not very crowded at 12:15 on a Tuesday when most schools are still in session. :)
I enjoyed the movie. I thought the special effects were cool! I thought the acting was well done. Oh, and almost forgot that I jumped about 2 feet in the air both times she hit him with the car! I didn't find it the best movie of the year by a long shot, but I did enjoy myself. And, that's what I look for in a movie. It doesn't matter how amazingly the movie was done, if I didn't have an enjoyable time watching it, it was muy MAL! That's 'very bad' for you non-Spanish majors out there. ;)
After the movie, Kathryn and two of the friends, came back to our house to get "sustenance" as Thor put it in the movie. For some odd reason, I was starving! So, I polished off 2 sandwhiches, a helping of chips, 2 and a half cookies (big ones), and 2 glasses of water. I guess the M&Ms I had during the movie didn't sate my hunger. :)
"We drank. We fought. He made his ancestors proud!" --Thor
This movie has gotten so much hype and such good reviews that I wanted to see it. The previews looked good too! So, with Kathryn and three other friends, we set out to the movie theatre for the first showing yesterday. Movie threatres are not very crowded at 12:15 on a Tuesday when most schools are still in session. :)
I enjoyed the movie. I thought the special effects were cool! I thought the acting was well done. Oh, and almost forgot that I jumped about 2 feet in the air both times she hit him with the car! I didn't find it the best movie of the year by a long shot, but I did enjoy myself. And, that's what I look for in a movie. It doesn't matter how amazingly the movie was done, if I didn't have an enjoyable time watching it, it was muy MAL! That's 'very bad' for you non-Spanish majors out there. ;)
After the movie, Kathryn and two of the friends, came back to our house to get "sustenance" as Thor put it in the movie. For some odd reason, I was starving! So, I polished off 2 sandwhiches, a helping of chips, 2 and a half cookies (big ones), and 2 glasses of water. I guess the M&Ms I had during the movie didn't sate my hunger. :)
"We drank. We fought. He made his ancestors proud!" --Thor
Summer Writing Competition
Hello buddies!!! I have some news for all of you! There's a summer writing competition coming up soon. It's hosted by the Barbara Bush and Tomball Library. It's pretty much for kids of all ages up to 18 or 12th grade. You submit a short story or poem or both and then judges read them. Then, prizes (Barnes and Noble giftcards) are given out for the top 3 placements. I'm entering in both categories and would REALLY like others to do the same. I love to compete against people I know. :) So, if you're interested, and want more info, go ahead and give me an email. Write hard! :D
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