Because I was acting a fool and essentially forcing her to do so, alexieileen tagged me in this “10 Books That Affected You” post. Thanks! 
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag 10 friends to do the same.
Now, I know the rules say to take only but a few minutes, but I ain’t about that life. I want to be verbose and pretentious when I talk about the books that have left an impact on me. So I’m going to be. Also, I don’t have 10 friends, so sorry for ya.
10. Lord of the Flies by William GoldingWhen my sophomore English teacher assigned this book to us, I groaned along with the rest of the class. But that night I started reading it and couldn’t stop. It’s fantastic. And horrifying. And I’ll never forget the way it made me stop and think about society and its demons.
9. Number the Stars by Lois LowryI read this book so long ago, I couldn’t even attempt to tell you how it ended or why I loved it so much. That said, it is the first book I think of when someone says “books you loved as a kid.” It’s one of those unforgettable ones — even if I’ve already forgotten why.
8. Night by Elie WieselThis was another book forced on me by an English teacher, and I didn’t know what to expect, but what I got was awesomeness.  It’s probably safe to say that any memoir written by a Holocaust survivor would be revered and respected, but this thing is golden regardless. Plus, I met Elie Wiesel in 2007 and the dude’s legit. 
7. And Then There Were None by Agatha ChristieMy first foray into the mystery genre, this book stayed with me because the story was just that damn good. I read it in two days in the seventh grade and couldn’t sleep for days. If you lose sleep over a book, it’s safe to say that it’s top notch.
6. The Shining by Stephen KingSpeaking of losing sleep, Stephen King is most def’ responsible for a number of my sleepless nights. I stayed up until 3 a.m. reading this book the first time and then crawled into my parents’ room and “slept” on their floor due to being scared witless. I was 15 years old. Don’t hate.
5. The Things They Carried by Tim O’BrienUnfortunately, in high school I was I cursed with terrible social studies teachers. If they bothered teaching me anything at all (which was rare), they definitely never touched on the Vietnam War. So this book was an eye-opener to say the least. And if everyone’s account of what went down in the trenches over there are like O’Brien’s, I’m not sure I could have handled learning about it. His tale is frightening and sad and surprising and moving. And great. You should read it.
4. Columbine by Dave CullenOK, so I might be slightly obsessed with people who kill mass amounts of people. It’s sick and twisted, I know. But whatever. So, the second I heard the news about the school shooting in Littleton, Colorado, I became entranced. Why’d they do it? How’d they do it? How long had they been planning to do it? Did their parents know? Thanks to a sensational media, the answers to those questions weren’t exactly answered honestly until this book came out in 2011. And believe me, I hung on every word.
3. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen ChboskyI read this book for the first time four years ago, and no book has affected me the same way since. I’ve blogged about it countless times and the main consensus of those posts is that this book changed my life. I certainly related to the book’s narrator, Charlie. And I certainly have become a different person since reading it. I’ll always come back to it, too, when I feel myself slipping into my old routines. And that’s a big deal. I mean. Has a book changed YOUR life? 
2. The Book Thief by Makus ZusakYet another book about the Holocaust makes my list, and this is the best one by far. I won’t bore you with details about the fantastic phasing and the incredible writing. But I will say that I couldn’t get this book off my mind for weeks after reading it. I’ll never forget the way it made me feel. And that, my friends, is special.
1. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by JK RowlingIf I was being real, the entire Harry Potter saga would be on this list. Harry Potter was my young adulthood. Harry Potter made me realize reading was more than a pastime; it was a new adventure every time (holy shit am I cheesy or what?). But I chose Goblet of Fire because it’s the first one I ever read. I’d written Harry Potter off as silly kids’ stuff. But then I ran out of stuff to read and borrowed the copy my brother had. And I was done reading anything else. I read and re-read those books and I’m sure I’ll return to them again at several points in the future. Because Harry Potter changed everything for me.
I tag kurtflo because he’s the only friend I’ve got who’s cool enough to read. 

Because I was acting a fool and essentially forcing her to do so, alexieileen tagged me in this “10 Books That Affected You” post. Thanks! 

Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag 10 friends to do the same.

Now, I know the rules say to take only but a few minutes, but I ain’t about that life. I want to be verbose and pretentious when I talk about the books that have left an impact on me. So I’m going to be. Also, I don’t have 10 friends, so sorry for ya.

10. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
When my sophomore English teacher assigned this book to us, I groaned along with the rest of the class. But that night I started reading it and couldn’t stop. It’s fantastic. And horrifying. And I’ll never forget the way it made me stop and think about society and its demons.

9. Number the Stars by Lois Lowry
I read this book so long ago, I couldn’t even attempt to tell you how it ended or why I loved it so much. That said, it is the first book I think of when someone says “books you loved as a kid.” It’s one of those unforgettable ones — even if I’ve already forgotten why.

8. Night by Elie Wiesel
This was another book forced on me by an English teacher, and I didn’t know what to expect, but what I got was awesomeness.  It’s probably safe to say that any memoir written by a Holocaust survivor would be revered and respected, but this thing is golden regardless. Plus, I met Elie Wiesel in 2007 and the dude’s legit. 

7. And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie
My first foray into the mystery genre, this book stayed with me because the story was just that damn good. I read it in two days in the seventh grade and couldn’t sleep for days. If you lose sleep over a book, it’s safe to say that it’s top notch.

6. The Shining by Stephen King
Speaking of losing sleep, Stephen King is most def’ responsible for a number of my sleepless nights. I stayed up until 3 a.m. reading this book the first time and then crawled into my parents’ room and “slept” on their floor due to being scared witless. I was 15 years old. Don’t hate.

5. The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien
Unfortunately, in high school I was I cursed with terrible social studies teachers. If they bothered teaching me anything at all (which was rare), they definitely never touched on the Vietnam War. So this book was an eye-opener to say the least. And if everyone’s account of what went down in the trenches over there are like O’Brien’s, I’m not sure I could have handled learning about it. His tale is frightening and sad and surprising and moving. And great. You should read it.

4. Columbine by Dave Cullen
OK, so I might be slightly obsessed with people who kill mass amounts of people. It’s sick and twisted, I know. But whatever. So, the second I heard the news about the school shooting in Littleton, Colorado, I became entranced. Why’d they do it? How’d they do it? How long had they been planning to do it? Did their parents know? Thanks to a sensational media, the answers to those questions weren’t exactly answered honestly until this book came out in 2011. And believe me, I hung on every word.

3. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
I read this book for the first time four years ago, and no book has affected me the same way since. I’ve blogged about it countless times and the main consensus of those posts is that this book changed my life. I certainly related to the book’s narrator, Charlie. And I certainly have become a different person since reading it. I’ll always come back to it, too, when I feel myself slipping into my old routines. And that’s a big deal. I mean. Has a book changed YOUR life? 

2. The Book Thief by Makus Zusak
Yet another book about the Holocaust makes my list, and this is the best one by far. I won’t bore you with details about the fantastic phasing and the incredible writing. But I will say that I couldn’t get this book off my mind for weeks after reading it. I’ll never forget the way it made me feel. And that, my friends, is special.

1. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by JK Rowling
If I was being real, the entire Harry Potter saga would be on this list. Harry Potter was my young adulthood. Harry Potter made me realize reading was more than a pastime; it was a new adventure every time (holy shit am I cheesy or what?). But I chose Goblet of Fire because it’s the first one I ever read. I’d written Harry Potter off as silly kids’ stuff. But then I ran out of stuff to read and borrowed the copy my brother had. And I was done reading anything else. I read and re-read those books and I’m sure I’ll return to them again at several points in the future. Because Harry Potter changed everything for me.

I tag kurtflo because he’s the only friend I’ve got who’s cool enough to read. 

cptnswns:

i’m constantly torn between wanting to watch new shows, re-watching old shows and attempting to have a life that doesn’t revolve around shows

What the blank is Tim Hortons?

And are they going to keep chicken fries on the menu?

Real talk.

Working Titles for Blogs I’ve Saved in My Drafts Folder and Never Finished

- The Cold’s ALWAYS Bothered Me Anyway (Or I Why I Didn’t Love Disney’s Frozen).

- 10 Ways FRIENDS the TV Show Lied to Me About Life.

- Silly But Serious! (Or Five Things That Make Me Irrationally Angry).

- Pick Up Lines That Would Probably Definitely Work On Me.

- On a Scale of 1 to Sampras: Rating the Pets I’ve Had in My Lifetime.

- Please Excuse Sally* From Jim Today (Or My Favorite “I Can’t Participate in PE Today Excuses).

- Solicitors Gonna Solicit: The Types of People Who Hit Me Up for Money by Knocking on the Door.

- Roommate Rehash

- Why Listening to My Dad Use iTunes is the Funniest Thing Ever.

I want you to feel something when you hear my name
poisuun (via poisuun)
does that make me (boy) crazy?

So, a couple of years ago this person I used to know called me boy crazy. It totally annoyed me because unless getting all emotional about something some fictional boy does in a book counts, I’m pretty calm when it comes to the love and relationships side of life.

I’ve never been one of those gals who “had” to have a man in her life. You know the ones. They get dumped and their side guy becomes their main squeeze and omg he’s just the greatest isn’t he?!

I don’t have the time or the desire or the lack of dignity for all that. I mean. I can’t make myself like someone just because he’s willing and able.

I’ve dated or hung out with (or whatever you want to call it) my fair share of guys, I guess, but I’d say there’s been a grand total of three for whom I genuinely felt something.

And I’m not talking about love. I’m talking about that nervous feeling you get when you think about them. How just the thought of seeing them makes you excited. Their smile is what you see when you close your eyes. You’d do anything to hear them laugh. It’s like, I can’t clean the kitchen; I have to sit here lazily and think about this guy. I guess they call them crushes, and while I wish there was a more clinical term for it, that word sums it up pretty well.

So, three crushes in my nearly three decades on Earth seems far from crazy to me. Having those feelings only once in a while makes you pay attention when they do come around. Sure, you question it. Why this guy? Why now? But really, those feelings are nice, so you welcome it.

That’s been the story of my life the last month or so. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, crush number four has reared its ugly adorable head, and while I don’t think even that makes me boy crazy, I will admit I think I am going crazy for this boy.

Heaven, help me.

Them: Just step out of your comfort zone a little bit.

Me: Comfort zone? Ha! I don’t have a comfort zone. I am literally ALWAYS uncomfortable.

05 - 10 August 2014The Pits 
- Tuesday’s involves UC and is perfectly summed up in this post.- On Wednesday, one person’s extreme arrogance nearly drove me insane. Thank God for the people in my life who are letting me vent.- On Thursday, a spider bit me while I dumped out some water jugs, and even though it didn’t hurt that much then, it flippin’ hurts now.- On Friday, it rained a lot. Squeegees and humidity are two of my least favorite things!- On Saturday, I watched “Sex Tape” and not only was it terrible, but I watched it with my parents. Talk about awkward.- Today, I noticed a fresh patch of stickers in my front yard. I mean, seriously. How much Round Up can I spray in my yard? I’m not gonna have any live grass left!
The Peaks
-Pretty much everything that happened after Tuesday’s pit is that day’s peak. I mean. You try crawling out of the hole.- On Wednesday, it was hot as balls. I like the heat, but since I work outside, it also allowed me to get super tan. No need to send me messages about the danger of sun exposure. I’ve taken the proper precautions.- On Thursday, I got to use the stash of Benadryl that I’ve had since I got stung by a wasp last summer. I mean, it’s about to expire!- On Friday, I left work with the realization that I didn’t have to go back for more than 48 hours. I’ve never been so excited about it.- On Saturday, I finally got caught up on all my shows after being out of town last weekend and working crazy hours this week. In other news, The Leftovers still sucks.-Today, all the shows I like to watch on CBS were delayed two hours by the PGA Championships, but it was OK because I love watching golf! False. That sucked. A lot.

05 - 10 August 2014

The Pits 

- Tuesday’s involves UC and is perfectly summed up in this post.
- On Wednesday, one person’s extreme arrogance nearly drove me insane. Thank God for the people in my life who are letting me vent.
- On Thursday, a spider bit me while I dumped out some water jugs, and even though it didn’t hurt that much then, it flippin’ hurts now.
- On Friday, it rained a lot. Squeegees and humidity are two of my least favorite things!
- On Saturday, I watched “Sex Tape” and not only was it terrible, but I watched it with my parents. Talk about awkward.
- Today, I noticed a fresh patch of stickers in my front yard. I mean, seriously. How much Round Up can I spray in my yard? I’m not gonna have any live grass left!

The Peaks

-Pretty much everything that happened after Tuesday’s pit is that day’s peak. I mean. You try crawling out of the hole.
- On Wednesday, it was hot as balls. I like the heat, but since I work outside, it also allowed me to get super tan. No need to send me messages about the danger of sun exposure. I’ve taken the proper precautions.
- On Thursday, I got to use the stash of Benadryl that I’ve had since I got stung by a wasp last summer. I mean, it’s about to expire!
- On Friday, I left work with the realization that I didn’t have to go back for more than 48 hours. I’ve never been so excited about it.
- On Saturday, I finally got caught up on all my shows after being out of town last weekend and working crazy hours this week. In other news, The Leftovers still sucks.
-Today, all the shows I like to watch on CBS were delayed two hours by the PGA Championships, but it was OK because I love watching golf! False. That sucked. A lot.

An Incomplete List of Words and Phrases I Use Entirely Too Often

My stomach hurts/I don’t feel good - granted, people should give me a pass on this one. I have an incurable disease! But yeah, I know. It’s annoying and I should stop saying it.

I don’t know why - I say this after I voice an opinion I think needs to be justified but I have no justification for. I don’t know why (ha) I can’t just let my opinions stand as they are.

Word/Heard dat! - I started using these jokingly via text messages but now I say it all the time even in real-life conversation. You know, because just saying “Yeah, I agree” to my boss clearly isn’t good enough.

Obvs/Whatevs/Forevs - I’ve actually toned these down a little bit but still. Why I ever thought shortening a word like this was acceptable behavior I’ll never know.

You know what I mean - Apparently I’m terrible at explaining myself so I just stop midway through and ask people if they know what I’m talking about. Good news is they usually do. Also, it annoys me more than it annoys you, I promise.

My cat dragged in a dead [insert amphibious critter here] - It’s not that I’ve formed a habit of saying this one, but I still think the fact that my cat drags in something gross AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK is too much.

I’m sorry - I’m an apologizing fool! Last Monday, this dude was yelling at me like I had never been yelled at before for a reason that is still unknown to me, and I apologized to him. I think if I had a therapist, she’d tell me this is a defense mechanism. And that I need to stop.

Yes/Yeah/Sure/OK - I’m not good at saying no unless I have a legitimate reason to do so. Apparently not wanting to isn’t a legitimate reason because I’m always agreeing to do things I don’t want to do. And it’s lame.

I’m poor - I shouldn’t say this one because I’m not poor. I live a relatively comfortable life, I guess. But counting down the days till my next paycheck still isn’t cool.