“Free time…I’ve heard of it”, says Gary of Naxen from Alanna: The First Adventure by Tamora Pierce.

I agree with Gary. Free time seems to be just a myth to most of us, as our busy schedules keep us from flopping on our beds and snuggling with Mr. Teddy for five lovely minutes. Fortunately, I am lucky enough to have a few moments where I can do whatever. You might ask, where does all the time go? Well, if you use me as an example, most of my time is eaten up with reading time, drawing time, dancing time, choreographing time, photography time, and piano time. Yes, I am very busy.

But right now, I had the gall to cancel all of my “times” and just sit down and type at my computer for all of those lovely readers of mine. They seem to be a myth too most of the time.

BTW, I finished all my Choco Srawberries. Now I’m on to “Choco Baby” from meiji.

~FlutterShy

I’m worried.

That’s new. (not)

I’m worried about our books. A friend is staying at our house for 3 days, and tonight we were having a conversation about ebooks. He says that ebooks will revolutionize everything. Textbooks, for instance. No heavy books to burden a young innocent student, no annoying pages that rip, nothing. It’ll all be on an eReader, as an eBook.

Sigh. Yet, with all of this wonderful improvement to come, I am still worried. What will happen to our libraries? What will happen to our bookstores? Our booksellers? The plain ecstasy at looking at your bookshelf and feeling proud of your collection? (I for one am loving the fact that I have ever single book of Tamora Pierce’s Tortall world) Technology is getting interesting these days, with people talking about how anyone can get any book in 30 seconds, how trees don’t have to be cut down for books, how there could be so many stories packed into one little reader (yeah, speak for youself–The second generation Kindle came out a week after I got my first generation).

Anyways, I’m worried. But you don’t have to listen to me. I’m just an old-fashioned crone who apparently, likes to cut down trees if she doesn’t approve of eBooks and eReaders and way-too-fast-moving technology.

I’m worried. Is anybody (if anybody’s reading this) else thinking “I, Robot” after reading this post?

Technology’s always been a blessing and a burden, a gift and a curse (MONK!), just plain good and bad. I’ve always appreciated the improvements of technology, but when it comes to my books, I start to wonder about it. Where will the joy of taking home a stack of books from the library go? Where will the happiness of sharing books with friends disappear? Where will the pain of arms holding a heavy books under the covers with a flashlight fly away to?

It’s such a trivial thing, but I’ll bet you a hundred girlies (currency in the book “The Demon King“) that there are people out there like me who want to hold onto their precious much-loved worn books and live forever sitting by the window with rain pouring down the glass and reading a thick, sleepy book under a blanket with hot tea.

I’m worried.

~The choco strawberries always help me calm down. Until the sugar rush kicks in.

For once I will not put some riddle as a title…

It may sound weird to those who know me well, but for some reason my cynical mind tends to soften a bit every December–Christmas Songs.

I am a total softie for Christmas Songs. And Yellow Shirts. But that’s another story for another day. (I’ve been waiting to use that classic line)

Anyways, my favorite Christmas song is “All I Want For Christmas Is You” by Mariah Carey, but recently I’ve been hooked on Michael Buble’s album of Christmas Songs.

What’s your favorite holiday song?

~Maisie Dobbs

I decided to go and check on my good friend bellaswan66, who also has a blog. Turns out she was a little more lonely than I thought she was during the summer. Oh, and also, as a response to your friend’s comment emma, on the ice skating post, we’re all sorry we got you injured. I mean, it is our fault, isn’t it?

Sorry.

~Especially for you Emma

P.S. By the way, I’d really love to murder a certain coach at school, but since nobody reads this (right?), then my threats are empty.

You’d think people’d have the sense to know when there’s an imbalance. Or maybe most people are just blind like a bat. (actually, bats aren’t that blind). Believe me, I haven’t been intending my writing to give off such negative energy twice in a row, but I need an outlet (my other options were to bang on the piano, or jump in the pool–neither of which will help my health) for my negativity. Wow. I can’t believe that’s a word.

Following up on my last post, I am wondering whether people are nuts, or if they are just starting to incorporate the characteristic of obliviousness to stupidness in their genetic codes. Since I know barely anybody reads this anyways, I can insult all I want, complain all I want, and do whatever satisfies my mood. Oh what a wonderful creation. Typing your feelings. How computerized is the world becoming?

~Sorry about the spelling up top–I seem to have gone stupid, according to people

Sometimes I wonder whether the world is sane. Or better yet, the organisms that live in it. I should be more specific. My beloved black and white dutch bunny is perfect (I love you Sebastian). My fire-bellied toad is fantastic, when it isn’t grumpy, and the garden snail that has been hanging out outside my window is perfectly wonderful. It would be a little harsh to insult my own race, so I won’t. I’ll just talk on and on and on about…Well, I don’t know. I guess I’m just depressed.

~You can tell I am because this is a short post

Would you believe me if I said I was a total and utter Gleek?

Gleek Definition: Someone who is totally and utterly in love with the new tv series, Glee

Well, I am. And it’s taking a toll.

Glee shows a new episodes every wednesday at 9 pm on FOX network. Except for today. OF ALL DAYS. The stupid world cup is on. Baseball. Fah.

Even though I was completely and utterly desolate over finding out that Episode 9 of Glee wouldn’t come out until Nov. 11, I found this and it brightened my mood a bit:

Today, my dad came out of his room, dancing joyfully. When I asked him what was up, he got all excited and told me Glee was on tonight. I informed him that no, it was not on, the World Series was instead. I’ve never seen a straight man get so upset over baseball being on instead of a musical show. MLIA

That was from mylifeisaverage.com, if you don’t know what MLIA stands for. Awesome website by the way.

So, now I get to blog. Win Win? I don’t think so, however much I love emitting my emotions to emotional people who barely read this.

I MISS GLEEEEEEEEEE and I’m not afraid to announce it. It does help that I’m a girl though. Stereotypical people won’t look at me like I’m crazy as much. (yes yes I know straight guys can be a gleek too but still)

~Typing this made me feel better; what a novel idea

You’d think that I’d be stressing about my four consecutive tests next week starting tomorrow, but…I’m not. Oh, sure I am, in some sort of subspace consciousness way out there, but it’s far away enough that all I feel is empty and sad. Stress and Empty are not the same thing, however many times they may come together at the same time. For example, I just calculated my Science class grade, and all I feel is emptyness. Not stress, emptyness. (happyness, nyceness, prettyness,)

So, as I look outside my nook window and squint at the very blue sky above me, I wonder if school is really all that important. Sure, if you don’t do well, you don’t go to a good college, you don’t get a good job, you can’t support yourself and etc., but you still have to wonder sometimes if you should really let it consume you like most people (but most people can’t stand to explain to themselves that they really are obsessed with school).

Just a thought.

~of sadness, emptyness, happyness

and..because I am still sick, I am miserable. Lawn mowers and vacuums sound all around me as I lay in bed noticing that the lights dim every time the vacuum blasts. Wonders never cease.

Another good thing about being sick (don’t worry, I am still a pessimist at heart, but I need all the happy feelings I can get right now): I can work on my blogs!

~Lines Scribbled on an Envelope (a poem by Madeleine L’Engle)

I am utterly sick.

People who’ve known me for a long enough period of time know to stay away from me when I’m sick. I’d ask why, and they’d look at me. Juuust look at me with big brown (or blue, or hazel, or green) eyes.

Which is how I found out that I am a complete bear when I’m sick.

I blame it on my grandfather’s genes. (forgive me ankgong) It’s not like I had a choice in the matter when they (they…) decided which genes they (i still don’t want to know who they is…because I’m not sure “they” exist) were going to mash up into me.

So, I am a bear. A complaining, grumpy, insulting-with or without-incentive bear.

Beware of the bear cuz she scares. (as you can see, being sick also deranges my poetic skillage)

~Apparently, there is charcoal in my water because of the new water filter that was recently bought. I now get to enjoy seeing little black dots floating around at the bottom of my cup.

P.S. The only good thing that comes out of this grumpy time is I get to read. LOTS. (yes elliot, I finished Airman by Eoin Colfer)