daisy fresh girl
the christmas tree looks so pretty this year. of course, its as sloppy and chaotic-looking as ever, but we got some new lights which are brighter and have stronger color, so it makes the whole thing glitter loudly. it confuses my eyes to stare at too long, because there's all these points of light coming from so many different directions, but i stare anyway. lily likes it too - when she's not chewing on the lower branches she sits underneath it in her chicken pose.
things have been both eventful and uneventful around here. i had a sudden creative writing spurt on saturday and wrote a whole story - about 3000 words - in a single day and had it posted on fanfiction.net by sunday. unfortunately, its a twilight fic, and while i enjoyed plenty of hits and reviews when it first went up, because the fandom is so active it quickly got lost in the crowd. i went to the mall over the weekend with mom and grandma and finally succeeded in finding some decent dress shoes that i can wear on job interviews, and then hopefully once i have a job. naturally grandma tactlessly said, "why did you buy those? you don't go anywhere." way to be positive, grandma, not that you ever have been. i also noticed that my wisdom teeth are starting to come in. i can see the corner of one poking through my gums on the right side of my mouth. i was sore for a day or so, but now i hardly think of it. nonetheless, i'll be surprised if they don't need to get yanked when they eventually do come in fully. my mouth isn't very big, there hardly seems enough room for them as is, let alone if a second row decides to show up later on.
i think i'm gonna be going on a bit of david cronenberg kick. i watched eastern promises last week, and a history of violence today. i had seen the latter before except for the very beginning but it was nice renting the dvd because it had a lot of bonus features that dealt with the intricacies of filmmaking which i liked. i think i liked eastern promises better though, not entirely sure why. i guess because it was a little more complicated, and it involved a culture that was more mysterious to me. anyway, next on the list will probably be crash and videodrone. i'm in store for a lot of weirdness overall. i've even started reading lasher after so many years of putting it off. i figured it was good book to read after the twilight series (i had been putting off starting anything new, because after four huge books i figured adjusting to a different voice would be awkward), being that it has a lot of the same elements - mysteriously attractive supernatural man, mutant fast-growing babies - but way more sexy and fucked up. needless to say, i will probably a horny mess until i finish it. its funny though, because i had read a lot of the sex scenes in the book when i was a lot younger from when i would randomly flip through it, but somehow i missed the section in the beginning where a thirteen-year-old girl seduces a 48-year-old man. i feel like this would've changed my adolescence significantly if i hadn't.
i'm noticing a new buzzword that i've been hearing a lot in the past couple of weeks - gracious. the obamas use it a lot, and so do a lot of celebrities. it sounds like a combination of grateful and grace, as though one is indicative of the other. it bothers me some, though, this new trendy appeal of graciousness. not that its bad to be grateful for what you have been given, especially if you're a politician or a celebrity, but it sort of infers that there is someone or something doing the giving, and the things that people act the most gracious about seem to be the stuff that really was up to mostly chance.
things have been both eventful and uneventful around here. i had a sudden creative writing spurt on saturday and wrote a whole story - about 3000 words - in a single day and had it posted on fanfiction.net by sunday. unfortunately, its a twilight fic, and while i enjoyed plenty of hits and reviews when it first went up, because the fandom is so active it quickly got lost in the crowd. i went to the mall over the weekend with mom and grandma and finally succeeded in finding some decent dress shoes that i can wear on job interviews, and then hopefully once i have a job. naturally grandma tactlessly said, "why did you buy those? you don't go anywhere." way to be positive, grandma, not that you ever have been. i also noticed that my wisdom teeth are starting to come in. i can see the corner of one poking through my gums on the right side of my mouth. i was sore for a day or so, but now i hardly think of it. nonetheless, i'll be surprised if they don't need to get yanked when they eventually do come in fully. my mouth isn't very big, there hardly seems enough room for them as is, let alone if a second row decides to show up later on.
i think i'm gonna be going on a bit of david cronenberg kick. i watched eastern promises last week, and a history of violence today. i had seen the latter before except for the very beginning but it was nice renting the dvd because it had a lot of bonus features that dealt with the intricacies of filmmaking which i liked. i think i liked eastern promises better though, not entirely sure why. i guess because it was a little more complicated, and it involved a culture that was more mysterious to me. anyway, next on the list will probably be crash and videodrone. i'm in store for a lot of weirdness overall. i've even started reading lasher after so many years of putting it off. i figured it was good book to read after the twilight series (i had been putting off starting anything new, because after four huge books i figured adjusting to a different voice would be awkward), being that it has a lot of the same elements - mysteriously attractive supernatural man, mutant fast-growing babies - but way more sexy and fucked up. needless to say, i will probably a horny mess until i finish it. its funny though, because i had read a lot of the sex scenes in the book when i was a lot younger from when i would randomly flip through it, but somehow i missed the section in the beginning where a thirteen-year-old girl seduces a 48-year-old man. i feel like this would've changed my adolescence significantly if i hadn't.
i'm noticing a new buzzword that i've been hearing a lot in the past couple of weeks - gracious. the obamas use it a lot, and so do a lot of celebrities. it sounds like a combination of grateful and grace, as though one is indicative of the other. it bothers me some, though, this new trendy appeal of graciousness. not that its bad to be grateful for what you have been given, especially if you're a politician or a celebrity, but it sort of infers that there is someone or something doing the giving, and the things that people act the most gracious about seem to be the stuff that really was up to mostly chance.