The Truth Is Often Stranger Than Fiction

Christmas has come and gone, but vacation is still here!

I still have to work on finishing Breaking Dawn. And when I say work on it, I mean work on it. It is officially the worst book in the series.

I sit here doing nothing again, for the second day in a row. That annoys me and I don't have plans until tomorrow.

My wonderful boyfriend got me the prettiest bracelet ever! And I love it so much.

I was in the mood to write a little while ago but apparently that's not the case any longer. Maybe I'll attempt for Breaking Dawn.

You know, Christmas is supposed to be a time about family and celebrating the birth Christ. But when you think about it, we spend more time worrying about what to buy other people and making sure we get what we want. It just doesn't feel like Christmas anymore. The joy has diminished.

I have shortened my Christmas buying list this year. It's not because of lack of money but because I'm tired of buying for people who just want. I bought for my parents, my brother, Kenny, Mikey, Courtney and Stacy. Oh and of course for my princesses. And as usual my lovely boyfriend was the hardest to buy for, but I managed.

So I am still struggling through book 4 of Twilight. It's painful. I hate Jacob.

I also hate all of this flipping snow. Damn you Snow Miser!!!

That's it for now.

I'm sick again!

I miss my boyfriend.

I still don't know what to get him for Christmas.

It's snowing.

I hope we have a delay tomorrow.

Edward is a vampire.

Jacob is a werewolf.

I am cold and tired.

The rule does not apply.

I finally found a winter coat and I love it!

I can't wait for Christmas Eve.

The end.

I have a simple question...

Why is it that when a man DECIDES to take out a girl on a date and pays, that it is the WOMAN'S fault for his spending money??

It could just be me, because I'm not that kind of girl. But I don't give a shit if you take me out and lavish me with gifts, that is your decision. I have always believed that a date is a way to get to know someone else, as a time to talk. Go to a park for a walk, go browse a book store, grab a quick coffee.Just show me that you want to spend time with me. But DO NOT blaim your financial spending on a woman. Although I know there are some woman out there who do want the money and the gifts and what not. But any man who DECIDES to do so, well he needs to just deal with that.

Just like it is MY decision if I want to take Kenny out for dinner and pay. I will not complain,because it was what I wanted to do. And whether I do or not is also no ones business, but that's besides the point.

Sometime I just don't get people. Don't try to be a 'baller' (sorry for lack of a better term) and then bitch about it. It makes you less attractive. Grow some balls and deal with your decisions.

Maybe it turns out to just be me, maybe things are weird and awkward because of me. Am I self-fulfilling a prophecy? I thought it would be weird, so did I simply make it weird. I don’t know. Kenny asked me last night “why does it have to be that way?”Which got me thinking, maybe it doesn’t. Maybe things shouldn’t bother me in the way they do. But at the same time how could they not. She is different, I am different.

I felt out of place, almost like I wasn’t welcomed. She knew we would be there. Once again some conversation was forced, and once again we tried to make it feel familiar.

He was there, a person who I should be friends with because he is my lover’s best friend, yet I seem to have this inner itch to punch him whenever I see him. There is always a comment, always a way to make me sound dumb, always a way to make me feel bad about myself. There was a time when it wasn’t like that. I could stand his presence. But because I would do anything (within reason) for my love I will deal with it. He might as well be a werewolf, and I a vampire.

I have been reading too much Twilight but luckily I haven’t begun to over use odd or lame adjectives. I am almost at the end of book three, which can’t come fast enough. I hate Jacob. I pretty much hate Bella. Edward is hot. And I need more Alice. Speaking of Alice, which made me think of Alice from the L Word, I wonder if there are any homosexual vampires… it’s a thought to ponder.

I need a Bucks with a Booch on the side.

I am officially a college graduate…YAY! Now on to more school, grad school. Does it ever end? I don’t think I will start up again until the fall. I need a break. But when I do go to grad school can I talk about it constantly??

My mind is wandering again.

Falling asleep in his arms, it feels so right.I wish it could happen every night.

Yup, I have definitely read too much Stephenie Meyer.

I debate writing a book, well a children’s story. Maybe young adult. I would send it to Meyer’s publisher that way I know it will get published, or will my writing be too good for them. What would I write about? A girl who sits in a coffee shop and watches the people around her. A boy who finds out his best friend is a zombie( I say zombies are the myth of 2010). A child that is haunted by their deceased parents. They are all possible subjects. Although Kenny’s book would be better by far.

My computer's wireless card only works when it wants to. I know the feeling. But unfortunately I can't ship myself off to get repair. My computer on the other hand will depart from me on Friday.

I still don't know what I am getting people for Christmas. So far Michael is the only finished one.

NYC is my favorite place to be. Walking hand in hand through Central Park with my baby was so nice. I was able to have alone time with my favorite place and my favorite person. And like I've said to many, I could sit in NYC for the whole day and have a wonderful time. And the lights were gorgeous. And Rockefeller Plaza put me right into the holiday season. i could go back right this second, even if it meant walking around for 12 more hours and having sore leg muscles for two days. It's worth it.

I told you my mind wanders.

So I started my Christmas crafts today. I'm decorating long stem votive holders for my step-sisters. So far I have two sets done...
I kinda want to keep the star ones for myself lol. They need a few little finish touches. I got the idea from this women who had a booth at the craft fair and was selling them for $22 a pair.... 3 sets cost me around $12.

Well going to NYC tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get some presents while I'm there. And see my Ralphy!

Off to read to wind down. Good night!

"That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet"

My lovely Michael brought me a purple rose today. Purple roses are one of my favorites. It's sitting as pretty as ever in a bud vase on my desk.

I should be cleaning up my room but I thought I would take a little break. I rearranged my books and they look lovely. I can't wait to have my own digital cable box in my room. How exciting!

Tomorrow is the 8th grade field trip to A Christmas Carol at the Hartford Stage. I'm excited! i love being an educator.

I have noticed that I have become spoiled. Spoiled with love.

Ok back to my tasks. Maybe I'll watch Twilight while I do so...hehe. Or maybe some Garden State, it's been ages since I watched my favorite movie.

So Tuesday evening Michael and I decided to go see Twilight. Oh boy! Well first of all, I think I laughed more during this non-comedy movie than I have during comedies. Whether it was Edward's face or Michael's comments, I was muffling my laughs. The wonderful cast made awkward look awkward. And the worst part is, is that I could actually watch it again. Although I can't believe I spent $10 on it. Oh well. It's what happened after that that made the evening.

Michael and I went to Starbucks across the street to discuss the disaster we had just seen. And of course it was a Bucks that was the size of my bathroom and all the seats were full so we decided to sit in my car with the heat on. I read to him a racy little passage from Eclipse. We chatted for a bit. We ultimately parted ways when my other boyfriend called and I had to go home so I could help him color his map (silly geologists) and have snuggle time, which is my favorite time of day. Not that snuggling up to Michael in my car isn't one of my favorites as well.

Wednesday I went out for some thing that was supposed to feel normal and routine but rather felt like I was part of the Twilight cast. It was awkward and forced. Well at least that's how I felt.

Thanksgiving is officially over. Left-overs was dinner tonight, which except for a bit of stuffing are all gone. Well that and of course some pie. Which I might dive into soon. But now that Thanksgiving is gone that means Christmas is steadily on it's way. I only have a few presents bought but a bunch of ideas for the rest. And I do have my Amazon wish list if anyone needs any ideas lol.


Things I am thankful for....

-My family
-My friends
-Alex, Ericca and Morgan
-Kenny
-Mikey
-Starbucks
-Books
-My TR kids
-My jobs
-Starbucks
-Broadway
-Knowledge
-John Mayer

And most importantly
-Love and happiness....and starbucks and Edward Cullen ;)

Something weird happened last night. I was going up to my comfy bed so I shut the tv off in the living room. I didn't use the remote to shut it off, I used the button on the tv. As I walked into the kitchen the tv decided to turn back on by itself. I walked back over and turned it off once again. I won't lie, it freaked me out. It also doesn't help that two nights ago my space heater decided to turn of and not because it had over heated, but because the dial was turned to the off position.

I'm telling you, things have gotten strange around here since I've started reading Twilight lol. Which just proves my point that Stephenie Meyer does in fact practice black magic...haha. Oh and the 3rd book is totally inappropriate for children, I can't wait to read it to Bucci ;)

So my wonderfully smart boyfriend has come up with a really good premise for a book. He has most of the plot outlined in his head and I think it would be a great endeavor for him to explore. Plus it would be pretty cool to date a geologist who is also a writer lol.

Speaking of writing and books. I have found a few more books to add to my wish list. One of which sounds like the DaVinci code but Shakespeare style.

So here's a little blog update.

I have finished New Moon and began Eclipse. And will being seeing Twilight Tuesday with the Booch. With the books getting increasingly worse, I can do nothing more than to hope the movie is actually good. I have been told it was but I'll be the judge of that. It's sad when a movie is better than the books. And it has just been released that they will be making New Moon into a movie. And all I have to say about all of this is that we are are fooling Stephenie Meyer into thinking she's a good writer.

With that said. Thanksgiving is approaching rapidly. My week will be filled with pie making and taking care of my mother. She came home a day early and is doing well. But anyone who knows my mother knows that she's a needy little bugger. And also very controlling, so being bed ridden or confined to one area that doesn't allow her to control every situation in the house drives her crazy. But oh well, she's home and healthy so that's all that matters.

I saw a snowflake yesterday and almost freaked. And not in the good way, in the OMG I HATE SNOW way. I don't know how I have lived in New England my whole life.

And on that note I think I will go. Maybe I'll read Eclipse, maybe I'll knit. Or I might even do some homework, what an idea!

YAY! I found my prescription cough medicine from the last time I was coughing up a lung, last February. But on to the blog...

So I was saying I wanted to post one of my writings and my knitting projects so here you go. Don't shoot me.

I sit in a Starbucks. I am surrounded by the faces of strangers and the combining sounds of conversations. There is a man, who I assume is a teacher. He talks about 20 minute classes and figuring out what work to give in such a short time. As another table a man, probably in his 30s, works intently on his laptop I see a man pouring milk in his coffee and a woman carrying out two trays of lattes. The baristas are shouting orders for their waiting customers. The coffee grinds, then the blender. I think its too cold for frappuccinos. the amount of people has grown, the conversation less audible and more blended. I can no longer hear the music coming from the speakers above. I take the last sip of my peppermint mocha.

And now my scarves.

This one will be mine

So the other day I was talking about songs or albums that provoke specific feelings. Well today my random cd that was picked was Joey McIntyre's "Stay the Same" circa 1999. I sang my little heart away until track number 8 began. I was slapped in the face with a sudden fit of sadness.

Track number 8 is "I Cried", a song that had me in tears nine years ago when Ralphy was leaving to go to high school in Florida. We spent oh who knows, 6 maybe more hours on the phone the day before he left. That day was also the day that I was going to visit my grandparents in Florida. We were going to the same state but in a few days I would be flying back and he wouldn't be.

I also want to share something that I wrote in my writers journal this afternoon before class at the bucks, but alas, I am too lazy to get up and get it. I'll have to update later. I've also been thinking about maybe posting my knitting projects. I have a scarf for bugsy and a scarf for myself that I'm working on right now and they are both pretty cool.

I must be loosing it. I am still reading New Moon, it is going much slower than Twilight because it is about a million times worse. I'm 314 pages in after a week and a half, after having the first book for that long I was finished. So far I have found a line with some depth to it... GASP! It is as follows, on page 304 right after Bella figures out that Jacob Black is a werewolf (we'll get to that diddy in a second) she says, "Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore". That one line has a lot of truth behind it and also seems too deep for this book, and for this author. One thing Meyer is not, is deep.

So I was thinking this afternoon, I know, what a scary thought!

It's amazing what feelings or memories a song or an album (yes I am was born right before albums became extinct from children's knowledge) can bring back. I was listening to John Mayer's Continuum this afternoon and it brought me back a couple summers ago, at the end of summer driving around in my still pretty new car. That's also the August that he canceled his show do to larengitis.... damn you Jessica Simpson! Yea he was also dating that crazy ho back then.

Like last week when I was listening to the first *N Sync album. Oh boy the memories and feelings that rushed back were ridiculous. But the dance moves and excitement and being a teenager also came rushing back. I'm suprised I was able to keep my car on the road.

And of course my new enemy is Rascal Flatt's song "I Wish". It had no real effect on me until I listened to it live at their concert this summer. It made my think of my dear Alexandria and everything that I want her to have in her future. And is now one of the VERY few songs that brings a tear to my eye. But only one, single tear, like Cry Baby.

There is one thing someone can never take from me, and that is the love I have for my nieces.

I'm teaching Alex to be a wonderful, excepting person. She came to Bowling practice with me and was an amazing little helper. The fact that all the kids and adults were different didn't even phase her. She's such a peach. And I took the cutest picture of her and Morgan yesterday. There is nothing like the love of cousins. My cousin Monica and I were the same way.



So this weekend had its moments of lots of fun and lots of awkwardness. It is very clear to me that somethings won't be the same. But maybe that's for another post, one that doesn't include a picture of 2 of the cutest girls in the world.

Here is an example of today's stupidity which fueled this post that I received in the form of a text message:
"All white people are to report to the cotton fields at 7 am for orientation. Don't be late! Love, Obama"

REALLY?!?!?!

So last time I checked this past presidential election wasn't supposed to be about color. Well slap me silly because you could have fooled me. It is ENTIRELY about color and race (I am just utterly redundant today). Everything I hear is about black people this, black people that. I did not vote for Obama because he is black, and mind you only half. But because I believed in what he said. He could have been just another old, white guy but with the same words and he would have won my vote. Electing someone should not have to do with their race and gender, but with their beliefs and ideas to better our down spiraling society.

Yes this election was very historical, only an idiot would deny that. A young, black man was elected. That is the only sentece that should have crossed peoples minds which then led to the thoughts of his policies, his ideas, his wants for change. And why isn't teh media interviewing people that are white about how they feel about Obama. The only people they interview are people who are also black. White people have feelings and thoughts about Obama being president and what he can bring for their future as well. Call me silly but that's just putting a line through the races. We are a country that constantly contridicts our standing. All men are created equal, except for (insert here an ethnic or economical difference). But I do see that my opinion on this issue may be blurred by being white.

I was once told by one of my professors who happened to be black that when a white person says that they do not see color, they are lieing. Well thats funny because I'm pretty sure someone else can't tell me what I do and what I don't see. I do not see color, color does not factor into whethere or not I like someone and how I judge them. I was the minority growing up. A little white girl stuck in an inner city catholic school that was majority puerto ricans and blacks. Our generation has been talk to recognize difference but not to judge on difference. Yet our elders are doing the complete opposite and confusing the minds of young America.

I am waiting to see the day when all men and women are treated equally, I just hope that it is within my time on this planet. With any luck I will be on Mars with Tina Fey enjoying some cocktails in about 15 to 20 yrs.

Here are some key things to know about me ( those closest to me should already know these)

• If I don't return a call, it's not personal
• If I don't want to talk, I will not answer, also nothing personal
• I am usually not the one to call and make plans
• I usually don't call someone unless I have something to tell them, not just because
  
• Although I hate confrontation: IM, e-mail, and text is not the way to communicate your feelings
• Courtney is like my sister, we may fight one second and be happy the next. It's been like that for 20 years.
• Sometimes I just want Chrissy time, I can't please everyone all the time (don't take that out of context!)
• Sometimes I do bitch about close friends, but if I didn't then I wouldn't be normal. I'm allowed to get annoyed. No one is perfect.
• Kenny and I are a packaged deal, unless something is noted as girls only.
• Oh and did I mention that I don't really care. I mean I care about important things, but not stupid shit.
  

It's official...I AM in the twilight zone. And not the kind of zone with vampires either.

So there you have it, America has elected it's first black president. It's surreal in a way. I wanted it to happen but at the same time didn't know if the country was ready for it. But then again after 8 years of Bush I think we would all do something to make a significant change.

I was walking through the halls today at SDMS and had to hold myself back from laughing. There were two 8th grade boys trying to have a very adult conversation about how Democrats now overrule the Republicans in the government and now those damn Democrats are going to get everything that they want. They also spoke about Clinton and how he wasn't too bad, remind you they were infants till the age of 8 while he was president. It made me laugh, especially since I have no clear say on Reagan or the first Bush, I just know what I have been told.Some of the other conversations I heard were intelligent but still had their 8th grade moments, which is the way I think it should be. Children these days try to be adults and end up missing out on their childhood. Yes I think it is fantastic that they are informed, but the responsibility that they take with that information is very overbearing.

But here's to change. It is much needed and expected.

So I have done it, I have started the second book in the Twilight 'saga'. Which is anything but a saga. Last time I checked the webster dictionary a saga was a long detailed account or a modern heroic narrative, and guess what, Twilight is neither. But I am starting to think that Stephenie Meyers does black magic. And with that black magic she enchants her books, its the only plausible reason for why it is a best seller. That is the only way I can justify my own fixation.

But back on track, so I started New Moon. And within the first 10 pages I realized how much I hate Bella. She is an idiot. She WANTS to become a Vampire. Really?!? She doesn't care about her birthday, about college, about living, she just cares about Edward biting her. And if I were Edward I would dump her in a millisecond, who wants to be with someone who obsesses about your difference all the time. I just don't get it. So yes, I will hate this book as much as Christina said I would, but I have a feeling it will be for different reasons.

Ah but the wonderful part of today is that I pulled out my first scarf off the season. Aw yes, the lovely pattern of weaving yarn that is swung around my neck to keep me safe from those dredded vampires I read about, and of course to keep me a little warmer. Scarves are my favorite accessory, to think that I once loathed them. Too bad I can't knit them faster to add to my stash.

But I bid you ado. And if someone comes near you who is pale and cold, walk the other way. Unless of course it is me :)

So I finished Twilight. What can I say, it's so bad it's good. Stephenie Meyers can't write for shit yet she can make you fall in love with a character, now that's talent. Edward Cullen. So charming, so intriguing.

I won't lie. When I was about 5 pages from being done I jumped on facebook so that I could ask Christina for the second book in the series.

But Meyers truly angers me. She is definitely no J.K. Rowling, yet her books have the same popularity but only amongst girls. What teenage boys want to read about a mortal 17 yr old falling in love with a hot vampire? Rowling can at least write dialog and not rush events. If Rowling wrote like Meyers HP books would have been over 1000 pages, 900 of them being non-sense. Her writing also makes me scared for the movie, because I can tell you right now. Just by watching the trailer I can tell that the characters are being portrayed totally different from how I saw them. And that can be solely due to the way that Meyers writes. She could have wanted me to see the characters as they are in the movie but was unable to actually write that way. And if any one ever describes something as cold and icy to me I might cry. Even if they are talking about ice.

Oh boo!!! I just read some stuff on wikipedia about Edward, that was dumb.

So if you ever have the desire to start reading a Stephenie Meyers book (she just put out an adult fiction novel) or series...don't! Put the book down, step back, and smack yourself. I have Kenny's sister to thank for this torture. This torture that is so wrong but it feels so good. Kinda like how Edward CONSTANTLY tells Bella he's dangerous but she sticks with him.

Just a little Edward Cullen for you!

Monday- I think was decent
Tuesday- A horrible day at work
Wednesday- The worst day of the week. Was worried about my honey and fell down the stairs.
Thursday- Was in ridiculous but manageable pain
Friday- Another horrible day at work. The student refused to do her work and wouldn't speak to me. And I still hurt.
Saturday- Mikey tells me he's not coming to Salem. And I'm still in pain.

I'm falling into a sulking mess. The past few months are catching up and this past week isn't helping. You could call me emo right now and I wouldn't care. But at least I have to house to my self for a few hours while my parents are at the casino. Hopefully I'll find some fun Halloween activity for tonight. Maybe some pumpkin carving.

So a month or so ago my mother told me to start saving my money because I would have to start paying my own car insurance soon, especially since Tom will be getting it as well. Fine whatever, makes sense. Well what she neglected to mention was that soon meant my renewal in November. Now I have only been working for two months. Therefore when I pay my insurance I will pretty much be broke. And apparently it is best to pay in full but I don't know if that will fly with my bank account. Because alas, I have been paying for gas and things for school. Luckily gas is going down but oy, it was just really a hit to the face this afternoon

And of course mom just found out that guy went and paid some of the house bills. So she is highly offended and mad. Oh well she needs to just realize she can't save the world and that he only did it because he wants to feel past of the household as well since he's only lived here ohhh 8 or so years.

Oh the complications of having a "modern" family and growing up.

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Where do I start? Tonight has been VERY interesting and even educational.

I learned tonight that I love Kenny more than I thought I did, not to say that I didn't love him immensely before. His parents called me looking for him because it was past his normal arrival back home and his cell was off, so they assumed he was here. He wasn't. They were worried which got my worried. I was talking to Courtney and she decided that we should take a ride over to CCSU. I won't lie, I was shaking a bit and I was nervous. Well I went upstairs to change out of my pjs and back into jeans and put my socks back on. Well on my way back down the stairs I didn't put the light on like I usually do and i slid right down them. The very top to the very bottom. We think I may have strained or fractured my foot, maybe both, who knows. My back and tail bone hurt. My hand hurts and my elbow hurts. I am basically a wreck. But I didn't let that stop me, even though my parents were freaking out. I limped my wait to the back door to get my shoes and hoodie. And I hobbled down the front steps to Courtney's car.

We were half way to CCSU when Kenny called. I was so happy to hear from him and yet frustrated because I was in pain and I was worried. And he was rightfully frustrated because of school stuff. Wel he frustrated tone cut right through me and I had to get off the phone. But after all of that, it made me realize how much I love him. Because let's face it, if I didn't I wouldn't have acted such a way and would have been like fuck it, after I fell down the stairs. It's strange how certain situations can open your eyes to things you thought you already knew.

But I'm hurting and I'm tired so don't mind me while I go to bed mid-way through my blog. I just needed to write before I went to bed. It's rushed and I don't mind. But I did talk to Kenny for about an hour which calmed me down and made me feel better.

I love you baby!

Things I should be doing:
-I should be working on my Soc take-home mid-term

-I should be dropping Special Olympics stuff off at the office

-I should be working on my concept map project (but it's almost done and is lovely. I did it on forms of writing)

-I should be accepting of some situation, but I am not and probably never will

-I wish I were reading my new obsession Twilight, and I only call it my obsession because it is pretty difficult to put down. I read another 2 chapters today during my break at work.

-I shouldn't be blogging but it is one of my new hobbies. Which will probably only last a couple weeks until I get bored of writing.

-I could be working on my pretty scarf or starting Alexandria's

Oh well.

Things seem strange in my house lately. But it isn't the actions of the people, it's the actions of the house. I have been hearing odd noises every now and again. In fact, I heard one a little while ago in the Princess Room. And no the house is not settling, I hate that excuse for odd noises. And last week my bedroom door slammed for no real reason by itself. Yes my window was open, but only a crack and my door was fully open so there was no way a breeze could get behind it and close it. And I should mention that the odd noises aren't anything new, they just seem more frequent and louder in some parts of the house. But who knows, it could just be my over-active imagination playing tricks on me. It's done it many times before. But there again there was that time about 10 years ago when my mirror mysteriously feel off my wall. And I say mysteriously because the nail that it was on was still perfectly in the wall and the hook on the back of the mirror was perfect. And let me just say I creep myself out every time I look into the garage window. It's just one of those windows that in movies you are likely to see a figure os some one who shouldn't be there.

Ok so for some reason this blog's dictionary doesn't have conjunctions in it so it tells me my isn'ts and don'ts are miss spelled. How strange and annoying. But I'm signing out, considering this is one of those things I shouldn't be doing.

First there was Harry Potter and now there is Edward Cullen.

So I have succumb to the fad of reading Twilight, you know the young adult book that is based on a mortal moving to a little town and then making nice with vampires . Although my main reasoning is that all the girls are reading it in 8th grade and I'm curious as to what my girls are reading. I am also intrigued by the idea that it is about vampires, and who doesn't love Robert Pattinson. He's reason enough to see the movie. But in all reality vampires do have a certain romance and sensuality about them. The only time I have EVER found Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt attractive was in Interview With a Vampire. And we all know I have an odd thing for the abnormal and supernatural. I do love my ghosts!

But anywhoo. The book so far isn't too bad. I've read through 5 chapters in no time. It's a great visualization book for the age group it is meant for. I know that I can see the scenes in vivid detail. But then again I have an enormous imagination and have always been able to visualize with full detail. And let me tell you, Edward Cullen is SO charming! I think I'm even falling for him.

Speaking of vampires, isn't it funny how I'm going to be one for Halloween. What a concidence. Athena was a very tempting costume but I like the darker side of Halloween. The goblins and ghouls. The witches and warlocks. The werewolfs and vampires. And I absolutely can't wait for Salem on Sunday! It is going to be soooo much fun! And I get to share it with my two loves. I wish the Halloween celebration was longer. Can it be two months instead?

Speaking of which, we are talking about the Salem witch trials in Social Studies.The kids are too funny Ouji boards came up today and Rachel almost condemned me to Hell because I had used one before. Her CCD teacher told her so and bad things were now going to happen to me. Too bad the last time I touched one was probably 10 years ago, and nothing happened. And I am a Ouiji skeptic so it might actually be fun to take one out again. But I probably never will. And really, is a game board that Hasbro makes really going to bring in the devil? It's like saying that the Magic 8 Ball really answers questions.

Ok I should stop rambling now. This blog thing may become dangerous.

I have two loves.

My first love is a love like no other. A love that can not be altered. An everlasting love. A pure, nonsexual love. This love is named Mikey. We defy gravity together on a daily basis. We sit with our psl's and giggle till we can't giggle any more. If only all loves can be like this. So magical, yet so wicked. I wish everyone could have a love such as this. It's so special and one of a kind.

My other love is a love of pestering and unintended spousal abuse (an accidental elbow here or there). A love that has no common music likes and very few common movie likes. A love that can only grow with age like a fine wine. This love of mine is named Kenny. My loving and devoted boyfriend. The one I share my inner most thoughts and feelings with, no matter how strange they are. He is the one who for some ungodly reason loves every part of me, even the parts I don't love. And for that, I love him dearly and unconditionally.

So that I don't hold true to this postings title, I shall give you the meaning of the blog title and my signature. I think it's a good way to start...don't you?

The truth is often stranger than fiction....and let me tell you how true that has been lately. When I think back a year or even 5 ago I would never imagine things to be the way they are today. Whether it is the fact that I met my wonderful boyfriend through my dead beat friend or that I am still be making my way through school. And even recent things have seemed to be way to odd to be real. I recently said that I felt like I was in the twilight zone and I still do.

"I'm not sure I'm an adult yet"... a very insightful quote form Johnny Depp. Mr.Depp is in his 40s and feels this way, so imagine only being 23. I feel that way to the fullest. I am at a stage where I am supposed to be the adult figure, the model for children when deep inside I'm still just a kid who wants to have fun. And I've realized that college, although is a place for us to grow it is also a place that hinders us a bit. It doesn't allow us to have more contact with the outside world, with those who are already adults. With limited exposure to the "real adult world", being thrown out into it out of no where is scary. I work with teachers who are only a year or two older than me and yet I feel inferior. Which is why I think my recent decision to distance my self from things like the lounge (a place for commuters to hang out at school) is the best thing I could ever do for myself. It relieves me of drama and stupidity. I stay in contact with those that I want to, which I think is working out pretty good. It's my time to have a little growth spurt.

Ok so that's my first official blog. Gasp! Never did I think I would have one of these. But hey, it was spur of the moment kind of thing. And why not? Let cyber space judge me, I could care less.