The Truth Is Often Stranger Than Fiction

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 :)