Thursday, December 29, 2011

this happens more often than I'd like to admit

[a real phone conversation at 11pm]
me: mom you need to change your password.

mom: why?

me: because you are spamming my facebook wall with cat pictures.

mom: you don't like them?

me: you did this? on purpose?

mom: I just learned how to share things. I thought you'd think they were funny.

me: I thought you got hacked.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

remember that time I said I was going to start reviewing books...

and then I totally just left you guys hanging and started up a fan blog for The Host instead?
Yeah, that happened.

...because blogging about twilight is so two years ago.

it's all about the bodysnatching aliens and love triangles now, people.

So my little Host blog is still in it's infancy, but we have big plans for it, including a book discussion.

But, before we can do a discussion, y'all need to read it.

That's where my very first book review comes in...

see what I did there?

full circle, my friends.

The Host by Stephenie Meyer (don't judge.) is a Sci-fi novel about our world taken over by bodysnatching aliens. The book follows one particular Soul, a soul called Wanderer. She is placed in the body of Melanie Stryder one of the last humans in the resistance against the alien invaders. However, instead of being completely erased, Melanie stays in the back of her mind, tormenting Wanderer with her memories and love for her brother Jamie and her boyfriend, Jared. Plagued by these memories, Wanderer begins to long for the brother and boyfriend she has never met. Aaaaand craziness ensues.

This story has one of the most difficult love-polygons I have ever read. It's thought provoking and emotional and there are no sparkly vampires. *gasp* I know! I had a hard time reading this book in the beginning because it wasn't Twilight, but once I got into the book I fell in love with these characters and I pretty much bawled my eyes out for the last 2 or 3 chapters.

It has been dubbed science fiction for people who don't like science fiction.

Now go, my friends, and read this wonderment.

The End.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

My goal in life: Not get arrested.

If I never end up in jail, I win.

Every day I wake up and remind myself, "Let's not go to jail today."

And every night I come home and say, "Good job self, another day, no jail."

Then I pat myself on the back, and give myself a cookie.

I'm all about the rewards system, you should try it.

The other day my mother was talking with her hair stylist who said,
"You're kids have grown to become such wonderful adults."

I'm surprised my mom didn't laugh and say, "Are we talking about the same kids?"

Later, my younger brother assured my mom, "Hey, none of us are in jail, so obviously we're winning."

Aren't we though? It's some hard work staying out of the slammer.

I'm impressed.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

City Girl's (Sort of) Alaskan Gift Guide...

Living in Alaska is hard. When you live in a place where function trumps fashion, you learn to compromise.

But just because we're in the wilderness doesn't mean we have to sacrifice the luxuries in life...
except Starbucks and IMAX...I have to deal with sub-par hot chocolate and a movie screen that doesn't accentuate every mole on Rob Pattinson's body. Why is my life so hard?

Here's a list of gifts that even the most outdoorsy girl can't resist, and any city girl should not live without.

1. Furry Headphone Earmuffs from
Pretty much brilliant. Why didn't we think of it sooner?

2. New Wayfarer Sunglasses by Ray-Ban
Okay, so the sun may only be out for 4 hours a day, but when it is, I need me some shades.

3. Essential Down Duffle Parka from Eddie Bauer
It's basically a sleeping bag with arms. What's not to love?

 The cutie patootie boy at the MAC counter admitted that he could never live anywhere that didn't have a make-up counter, after I told him our only make-up options in Nome were at Safeway. *shudder*

5. Open Knit Neck Warmer from Forever 21
because the only thing I fit into at F21 is a scarf.

Happy Shopping!!

(disclaimer: I don't get paid to recc' this shizz. I just like it. the end.)