ewww asparagus.
I finally finished the book 'My Sister's Keeper', after the most engaging two days of reading in my life to date. It made me disgusted with the way humans think, but at the same time incredibly sympathetic to families and the connection that you just can't explain between siblings. It holds quite twisted individual plotlines for each character, and it's written like it's straight out of the brains of the characters themselves...in my mind, the most enjoyable type book to read because they're easy to relate to. Anyways, I pulled a "Jamie" while I was reading it, just like when she was reading that book 'The 5 people you meet in heaven' or something...I was disgusted that a book could make someone cry so easily, but apparently I've never let myself get that "into" a book, and emotionally attached to the characters...ehh, I don't think I'll do it again...cause when I was done reading I felt kinda silly.
Unless the book is just THAT good, atleast.
It made me think of Kirsten, March 7th is comming up oh-so-very soon. Couple months. I think now that I've grown up more I can actually understand better the magnitude of what happened in the short period of time we all had from when she was diagnosed to when she left. Time traveler? yes please.
AND on a less sentimental/depressing/not Nicole-ish note, THE WEEK IS HALF OVER! wooooooo, here's to surviving the week back from break--quite possibly the worst week ever, and can be compared to being let out of a freezing lake--let to sit and get warm in a hottub...then being plucked out prematurely and tossed back into the freezing lake, and told to swim. ewwwww. Atleast that's my take on school...
I took a nap today, from 3-6ish. It was glorious. Then my parents woke me up for dinner, and I crawled off the couch in the WORST mood ever. I feel guilty, for sitting at the dinner table and complaining about every piece of food on my plate, and giving lengthy explainations as to why I don't eat any form of peppers, raw or cooked...why I hate asparagus, how the charcoaled edges of the chicken make me feel sick to my stomach, and how plain buttered noodles make me vomit in my mouth a little bit. AND that I'm semi lactose intolerant, so it makes no sense as to why they'd give me milk. Then I went into my room, and realized I was bitch of the century. x4. Luckily I contain myself around non family members...but If I ever accidentally show you my megggabitch side, IM SORRY! :)
eww random entries are so weird. GOODNIGHT!
Unless the book is just THAT good, atleast.
It made me think of Kirsten, March 7th is comming up oh-so-very soon. Couple months. I think now that I've grown up more I can actually understand better the magnitude of what happened in the short period of time we all had from when she was diagnosed to when she left. Time traveler? yes please.
AND on a less sentimental/depressing/not Nicole-ish note, THE WEEK IS HALF OVER! wooooooo, here's to surviving the week back from break--quite possibly the worst week ever, and can be compared to being let out of a freezing lake--let to sit and get warm in a hottub...then being plucked out prematurely and tossed back into the freezing lake, and told to swim. ewwwww. Atleast that's my take on school...
I took a nap today, from 3-6ish. It was glorious. Then my parents woke me up for dinner, and I crawled off the couch in the WORST mood ever. I feel guilty, for sitting at the dinner table and complaining about every piece of food on my plate, and giving lengthy explainations as to why I don't eat any form of peppers, raw or cooked...why I hate asparagus, how the charcoaled edges of the chicken make me feel sick to my stomach, and how plain buttered noodles make me vomit in my mouth a little bit. AND that I'm semi lactose intolerant, so it makes no sense as to why they'd give me milk. Then I went into my room, and realized I was bitch of the century. x4. Luckily I contain myself around non family members...but If I ever accidentally show you my megggabitch side, IM SORRY! :)
eww random entries are so weird. GOODNIGHT!