January 21st, 2015

It was dark and dusky, as I hid between the old bureaus and bed frames, wooden and covered in dust.  The light streamed weakly in through the lace curtains, swaying in the faint breeze.  Tattered with age.

They were coming for me.  I was among the few remaining inhabitants, and a threat to their system.  I was an anomaly and outsider, and it set a sour taste upon their tongues- the knowledge of my existence. I knew I had little time, so my mind danced and raced over all that I knew.  All I could do.  What should I keep? Should I even bother wasting my time mulling over objects, or simply run with my life?  No, they feared me with reason, did they not? I crept over the rickety floorboards, attempting to make as little sound as I could, towards the little glass jar I had always kept near.  It rested low on a shelf in the corner of the room, the thick glass coated with a beautifully cut tin filigree pattern, and an intricate lid tightly fixed atop of it.  The glass was milky and old, with a coppered hue from the aged metal around it.  But you could still see the yellow faintly through to the inside.  That beautiful flutter of golden sun. If anything was worth keeping; worth risking what little time I had left before they arrived, it was this.


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pipe dreams

I would love to be an actress.  It’s one of the most fun careers I can think of.
I mean, I love books.  I love getting to know characters, places, and stories that are not my own.  Reading and writing fiction transports you into another time, place, situation, life, story. Imagine getting to live it out, portraying these characters and bringing their stories to life.  That must just be amazing.
I’ve always had a thing for languages and culture, and how it gives you a feel for how someone else’s life is (so different from your own).  I’ve always wanted to travel, experiencing other cultures and ways of life.  If you are an actor or actress, you get the opportunity to experience different lives.
You also get the opportunity to turn beloved books into movies, and if you’re lucky, it will be one that you are find of.

Real or not real?

“You love me.  Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”

Somehow, I managed to get my boyfriend to agree to letting me have his tablet for the past week. He had bought and just finished reading the Hunger Games books, and I was dying to get my hands on them.  I read The Hunger Games over the weekend, Catching Fire Monday through Wednesday, and Mockingjay Thursday and Friday.  They were so good!
I wish the story didn’t have to end- I get attached to characters, and finishing a book is so love/hate for me.  Suzanne Collins did such amazing work in creating this story, and I love the characters.  I can only hope that the movies do them justice (and from what I’ve seen and heard, they do).