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[08 Aug 2008|02:08pm]
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loving you was like loving the dead. [03 Aug 2008|05:53pm]

“she runs with vampires.”

naps around 4, lasting until 2 in the morning and then repeating that cycle every day is taking too much of a toll on my body. i can feel the unhealthy habit tearing me down piece by piece and pretty soon, i know i'll have my days and nights reverse - like some sort of vampire.

almost done with 'new moon', and right when i can't fight off the fatigue anymore, it gets intriguing. i suppose the next 100 or so pages will have to be left for after my brief hibernation.

i wish i could stop guessing correctly what happens in the book. so far, everything i've hypothesized has been correct and it annoys me. i always have the tendency to be so right about predicting what will happen; whether it be in books, movies, sitcoms, at times even life.

damn stephenie meyer and her addictive stories and playlists.

why do i habitually feel the urge to write when i'm deprived of sleep? i'll never understand myself, yet i long for others to.

i make no sense.

tomorrow (if all goes well) i'll be a college student. classes start the 26th.

due to my impatience, i'll be getting my macbook on my own. with my own loans. my laptop is falling apart.

my body is screaming out for the bed sheets.

maybe some shut eye will get me refreshed and ready to finish this novel before i throw it out into traffic.
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books make me not conducive to social exchange. [31 Jul 2008|12:02pm]
it's official, i'm a twilight fan. also, it'll always be impossible for me not to be nocturnal.

i never thought i'd give into such a enticement. i've resisted many times before when it came to buying the book; i figured it wasn't worth the read. i never understood why anyone would be so excessive with it, much like i never understood why some people have a strong distaste for the harry potter series.

yesterday, after hot cocoa that put my tongue in a coma because of its overbearing heat, i took the liberty of reading a few pages of the book. mind you, i was already under the impression that the writing was sub par and the lack of creative words: [ie: "do i dazzle you?" spoken by no one other than edward cullen himself] were much the center of ridicule and because of that, the first few pages didn't catch my interest so quickly. i bought it anyhow, figuring i'd give it a read for the sake of all the people who've recommended it to me. it wasn't my money i was wasting.

i got home and became semi-distracted by the old school disney movie the thirteenth year, which by the way left me rather nostalgic and reminded me of my age, thank you disney channel. as though you don't do enough of that with your hannah montana bullshit. i picked up the book and continued where i left off. the minute edward was formally introduced... "about three things i was certain. first, edward was a vampire. second, there was a part of him, and i didn't know how dominant that part might be, that thirsted for my blood. and third, i was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him." as bella put it. no, really. within the next few pages, i was hooked.

i don't think i've read a book that rapidly and intently since a million little pieces by james frey. i don't think i've actually enjoyed a book since harry potter and the deathly hallows (sans epilogue). i'm half way through and i've read for about a total of 4 1/2 hours. if my mind was alert at the moment and could fully comprehend the beauty that is edward and bella, i'd be reading right now. for some reason, instead, i'm writing this to showcase how great the book is.

unfortunately one pre-reading notion remains in tact: the writing isn't mind-blowing. i feel like i'm reading a fan fic at best, just in first person. that's not even the point, though. the whole premise of the novel entraps you in the town of forks and you become bella. when a book can take over your senses, make you smile, make you gush; when a character can actually truly - for the lack of better word - dazzle you, that's when you know you're reading a good novel. this is my testimonial. twilight is worth the read, especially if vampires is your cup of tea.

once i'm done with twilight, which honestly will probably be by the end of the day, i'm indulging myself in harry potter and the half blood prince. i read it when it was released back in 2005 and i haven't touched it since. this book was actually my reason to going to barnes and noble yesterday. i had intended to only buy it in hardcover because somehow my original disappeared... mysteriously.

the movie is coming out in november and the release of the teaser trailer has sparked up my obsession yet again, much like every year around this time. of course, the movie isn't going to do the book any justice and i know refreshing my mind of every detail in the book is eventually going to lead to my disappointment in the movie because of the dismissal of various important details, but i'm hoping i can look past it. i guess we'll just have to see how it goes when that 12am premiere rolls around and i end up having to explain the plot to my friends who are only fans of the movie. sigh. why do i have to be such a geek?

in sum, my life has consisted of four major things as of late:
- insomnia
- reading
- writing
- coffee

looks like i'm living the life, eh? all this reading has sparked up my desire to be a writer again. unrealistic, certainly, but what an amazing dream to have.

what's left to do? begin college in the fall and find a part time job, since i'm staying home for the first couple of years. hopefully get a social life and a boyfriend along with those.

i could really go for a tall hot chocolate with extra whip, courtesy of starbucks. maybe even some burger king breakfast item, hash browns to be exact. damn it already being the afternoon. the mornings are always so eager to vanish.
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