2009: a Retrospective

In a word, it sucked. In a few more words, it was kinda like Camp Rock. There were a few highlights (the Jonas brothers, some catchy tunes), but overall, it was a total lame-o-witz.

Here is my year in a nutshell. I moved 4 times. Moving is not fun. I got a new job. I hated said job because of a "difference of personality" with certain management personnel. The difference, of course, being that while I am awesome, peoples in question are not only jerks, but mean jerks (20 points to whoever gets that reference!). After much trials, tribulation, bullying, and threats, I quit said job. So, now after more than 2 years, I am back to where I was right after college: Unemployed and living with my parents! Ain't regression grand? Plus, my fish died.

Of course, being with the Parental Units has been one of my highlights. I hadn't been home for a birthday in two years, and when one shares a birthday with one's best friend/twin, that is a tragedy indeed. Another highlight has been meeting and loving new baby nephew Cooper. What a smiley little bug! Further hightlights include, Ned, the new car; the impending arrival of future niece Bisco; acquisition of lifesize Zac Efron; going to see New Moon with Chelsea and Shay (are there funner people to go to a movie with? No. The only thing that could make Chelsea and Shay more fun would be if they were super wealthy and would pay for consessions); reading all those books from my top 10 list; and singing a solo in choir. Ha ha, just kidding, that last one wasn't the funnest thing ever.

So, all in all, it was a trying year. And frankly, not one I'd ever, ever want to relive. Or one I would have wanted to live in the first place had I known what would happen. But, thanks to the best family in the world, really great friends, the most caring branch president in the world, and of course, the Savior, I made it through. Without all of you, I don't think I could have. So, in the end, I guess it was a good year. I learned a lot (some unpleasant truths to be sure, but I still learned!) and I'm not dead, so I can't complain. More than I already have/do.

In short, Merry Christmas to all! And may 2010 be more like High School Musical and less like a DCOM about a compulsive liar who learns to be herself but never really learns any valuable lessons about not lying, such as that it will make people really despise you, even if you can sing really grood!

A Retraction (oh, the shame!)

Mea culpa, Jonas Brothers. I misjudged you. Frequent (and observant) readers of this blog may remember that I was less than pleased with their Disney Channel Original show, JONAS, after seeing a bizarre and somewhat embarassing episode of their show. I didn't get it. I wasn't sure what parts were supposed to be funny. The lack of a laugh track confused and puzzled me. How was I to ferret out the funny without prompting? Of course, if it had been obviously funny, this wouldn't have bothered me.

So, long story short, for months, I avoided JONAS like the proverbial plague. But, a few days ago, I was sitting around and trying to avoid my responsibilities. So, even though "nothing" was on tv, I couldn't bear to get busy. Therefore, I watched a JONAS marathon on the telly. And oh, how I laughed. Well, maybe not laughed. Giggled. Most definitely a guilty pleasure, but a pleasure nonetheless.

Sure, there are some things I would change. Stella often has too many bangs. Too much bangs? The boys often wear uncomfortably tight pants. Nick isn't very funny (although sometimes that in itself is funny). But overall, JONAS is pretty plobnrg. I should never have doubted you, Disney Channel! Although you did bring us That's so Raven, which I could never really get behind. So my skepticism was not unwarranted!

Bacon we can believe in

Well, things have changed immensely since I became a private blog. And frankly, some of those things, including but not limited to, being a private blog, have been really lame! So, from here on out, I am no longer a private blog! We are going to be a bit more careful and selective in our blogging language. And by we, I mean I. I'll no longer be posting anything with my last name or the specific city in which I live. Generics will be good enough! If all of you can kindly do the same, I'd appreciate it muchly! I'll see how it goes, and if need be (please bless not!) then I will switch back.

On to the fun stuff: Bacon! And by bacon, I mean change.

I am no longer living in S. Virginia. Or working in S. Virginia, if you know what I mean. I'm very disappointed with how things went down, but believe me when I say that I was miserable and mistreated there, so unnamed library can kiss my foot! I was sad to leave my roommate and my branch, though. Many tears were shed. I am a crybaby. That hasn't changed at all! And oddly enough, I really miss Maryland now that I'm back in the west. Virginia, not so much, but Maryland definitely. And has anyone else noticed how tiny the temples in Utah look? They're sitting there, all dwarfed by the mountains, while in DC, it's all, "Ta-da!" towering out of the trees over the freeway. Is it actually bigger? More grandiose? Or does the environment just make it seem that way?

Finally, after all these years (26, but who's counting?) I got my ears pierced! I can no longer safely perform my nervous habit of pulling on my ear lobes. Hee hee! It's kind of a kick in the pants, really.

I'm back at Mom and Dad's house! Another change that isn't so great. Obvs, Mom and Dad are swell, and it's great to see them, but at this point in my life, I am really regressing. Which is not what I want to do. I will be here until I get another (hopefully more pleasant) job, though, and I'm very, very grateful that I have this place to stay in my time of homelessness.

I guess that's all for now. But there have been big things lately, and my last blog was not only forever ago, but also about the world's biggest downer. But no more! I have a naturally cheerful disposition! I shall conquer! Go team me!

Nothing cheerful, this time, I'm afraid

I was planning on writing something fun/funny/cool in this blog post. Like my trip to the Great Dismal Swamp with Maren and Dave, or Disney on Ice, or my cute new glasses. But unfortunately, I'm not feeling it today. I am feeling really down, and I need to share.

This has been, without a doubt, the worst year of my short life. Not all of it has been horrible, but I have cried more and felt more miserable this year than any other time I remember. And I can remember some crap times. But nothing on this level. Every time I feel like things are starting to go better, at Church, or at my apartment, it all comes crashing back down. And I can pretty much blame it all on one person (and my job). I'm so tired of hating her, and feeling inappropriate feelings of rage, but she does not make it easy. In fact, she makes it nigh unto impossible. I sense that, years from now, when I have moved on to something bigger, better, and more fabulous, I will be able to look back and feel pity for this person, who so obviously sucks. At the general RS meeting this week, there was a lot about charity, and i kept thinking I needed to develop more charity, esp. towards this person. But once again I am failing. I don't even want charity right now. I just want to hurt her. I hate that I'm feeling this way. It's so frustrating that she's not only making me miserable, but that she's also making me sin. How rude!

I don't know exactly why I'm posting, but it is a blog about my life, even the ugly aspects. Everyone, pray for me please. I could really, really use it right now.

If Home is Where the Heart is, Then Your Real Home's in Your Chest

As evidenced by the title of this post, I have been a wee bit homesick lately. It's a real kick in the pants. I feel like Bilbo Baggins: "I want to see mountains, Gandalf, mountains!" But today, something happened that made me feel slightly better. I checked out a book at the library, and the due date is October 1!!!!! That's right, mes amis, the best (for obvious reasons) month of the year is almost here! In a month!

This means several things.
1) I can start decorating for Halloween soon! I'm thinking tomorrow.
2) It's almost my birthday! Start saving your pennies, shoppers!
3) The weather has been cool and should (theoretically) remain that way!
3a) Sweater weather!
4) Fall TV season starts next week!
-4b) I don't have any TV, so I have to watch everything online, on my increasingly slow laptop. Boo!

Okay, so that last one is lame. And even the good ones don't completely combat the feeling of ennui. But, I am attempting to harness the power of positive thinking. So, you will get only smiles from me! And brief, bitter asides.

Nitwit! Oddment! Blubber! Tweak!

I have been very remiss lately, so I will give you a few odds and ends to tide you over until I think of something deep, profound, and/or interesting to say. Now, in just a few words, what's been happening, hot stuff; what's been shakin', bacon, in my life:

1. Antiquing=shopping at really expensive thrift stores. I recently spent a day in Richmond antiquing. A fun time, but probably not worth driving all the way to Richmond for. Especially since I go to thrift stores for the really cheap clothes, and antique stores have a lot of really fancy dishes. I am not going to buy a bunch of really fancy dishes. What would I do with them? But I did by a very pretty necklace with Calla lilies on it and a little glass turtle named Bradley. I named him that after I bought him. That was not his name before. I don't think. Here is Bradley, hanging out with my necklace! You can't tell from the picture how pretty it is, but it is very nice.


2. Miss Lavendar belongs in the loony bin. I just listened to the audio book of Anne of Avonlea, and I must say that the romantic subplot of Miss Lavendar and Mr. Irving, which did seem rather romantic to the younger me, is just plain creepy at this point in my life. Sigh. I really am maturing. Honestly, someone else go back and read this. She's crazy and it's weird!!!

3. Hairspray is a very good movie to work out to. The theme song from the Corny Collins show especially inspires me to get up and get moving. After all, who needs to read and write when you can dance and sing?

4. After a while, one can get sick of eating salad. We are currently trying to use up a monster bag of spinach, and I'm a little weary of so many greens.

5. IHOP makes good pancakes, but the service is lousy. I think this one is self-explanatory.

6. Catching Fire comes out this week! WooT! Now that this milestone has been reached, I'm that much closer to getting the third book in the Hunger Games trilogy! What's going to happen?!?!?!?!?!

7. Boys in the YSA Branch feel awkward and uncomfortable (and make fun of you a lot) when you sit around in giggly groups and talk about how excited you are for New Moon. And how it's too bad that the guy who plays Jacob is only 17, because he's sure cute! Team Jacob rulez! See, look, he's adorable! And he works out. Ahem.


8. That is all. But I think that was pretty good!

more book stuff

I stole this from another blog. Good times.

What author do you own the most books by?
Robin McKinley, probably. Or John Bellairs. Ooh, or Lloyd Alexander. No, wait. Who wrote Girl Talk? Does co-ownership count?

What book do you own the most copies of?
Wuthering Heights. I only own 2. And I swear, one was an accidental purchase. On the bright side, I didn't pay more than 50 cents for either one!

What fictional character are you secretly in love with?
So, so many. First literary crush: Dickon from The Secret Garden. Most recent literary crush: Peeta from The Hunger Games and Catching Fire.

Other notable crushes: Capt. Wentworth, Persuasion; Gilbert Blythe, Anne of Green Gables; Art Mumby, Larklight; Howl, Howl's Moving Castle; Matt Cruse, Airborn; Luka, Dragon Slippers; The Beast, Beauty; Peder, Princess Academy; Eugenides, The Queen's Thief series

What book have you read more than any other?
Probably Beauty, by Robin McKinley. Or the Blue Sword, by Robin McKinley. Or one of the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggles.

What was your favorite book when you were ten years old?
Well, when I was 9, it was Caddie Woodlawn.

What is the worst book you’ve read in the past year?
That I actually finished? Hands down, Beast, by Donna Jo Napoli. Won't be fooled again, Donna Jo!

What is the best book you’ve read in the past year?
Too hard! In the past month, Beautiful Creatures.

What is the most difficult book you’ve ever read?
Native Son by Richard Wright. It's brutal and wears you down.

Do you prefer the French or the Russians?
I cannot honestly say that I've widely read French or Russian authors. But I a little bit speak French, so the French have it!

Shakespeare, Milton or Chaucer?
Shakespeare

Austen or Eliot?
Austen, although I have loved several George Eliot books. However, I've never been struck with the desire to reread any Eliot.

What is the biggest or most embarrassing gap in your reading?
I don't really feel the lack in my life, but when someone needs help with book recommendations, I have a hard time with anything adult. If it's for teens or kids, I'm much more likely to have at least heard of it.

What is your favorite novel?
This is like asking which kid I like best! I can't pick favorites!

What is your favorite play?
Into the Woods

What is your favorite poem?
Goblin Market by Christina Rosetti

What is your favorite essay?
Living Like Weasels. A Classic!

What is your favorite short story?
The Most Dangerous Game. Eek!

What is your favorite non-fiction?
Er, I don't read a lot of non-fiction. But I recently read Life's That Way by Jim Beaver and cried like a baby. Yes, Jim Beaver who plays Bobby in Supernatural. It was fantastic.

What is your favorite graphic novel?
I am so not the person to ask about this. But maybe The Arrival, by Shaun Tan. Honestly, it's not saying much. I have read very few graphic novels.

What is your favorite science fiction?
For many years, I would have said Ender's Game, but if I can count Steampunk, I will pick Larklight. Or, more traditionally, maybe The Hunger Games.

Memoir?
See non-fiction.

Favorite History/Historical Novel?
The Book Thief, by Marcus Zuzak

Favorite mystery or noir?
The Enola Holmes books by Nancy Springer. Take that, Sherlock!

Favorite romance?
I don't read things that are strictly romances, but i sure loved Impossible by Nancy Werlin. Swoon!

Favorite teen book?
All my favorite books are teen books!

Who is your favorite writer?
I used to always say Robin McKinley. Lately, though, I'm more into Shannon Hale and Megan Whalen Turner.

Who is the most over rated writer alive today?
Well, most seems a little harsh. But I'll say whoever writes those darn "Luxe" books. Those made me irrationally angry.

What are you reading right now?
I'm about to start Extras by Scott Westerfeld.

What book do you wish someone wrote so you could read it?
The third Hunger Games book! Or my book, so I'll know what happens and what I should write. Although that does seem a bit circular and confusing.

Which book do you irrationally cringe away from reading, despite seeing only positive reviews? Honestly?
For a long time, The Da Vinci Code. Still haven't read it, but I've heard bad things about it now, so I have an excuse.

If you could bring three characters to life for a social event (afternoon tea, a night of clubbing, perhaps a world cruise), who would they be and what would the event be?
Dickon (what, he can tame animals!), Eugenides (I stole this from another blogger), and Greg Heffley. We'd probably just hang out. See who can amuse me the most.

You are told you can’t die until you read the most boring novel on the planet. While this immortality is great for awhile, eventually you realize it’s past time to die. Which book would you expect to get you a nice grave?
The Old man and the Sea. But I've already read that. So another Hemingway?

Come on, we’ve all been there. Which book have you pretended, or at least hinted, that you’ve read, when in fact you’ve been nowhere near it?
Tess of the Durbevilles. I've seen the movie! Doesn't that count?

As an addition to the last question, has there been a book that you really thought you had read, only to realise when you read a review about it/go to ‘reread’ it that you haven’t? Which book?
Hmm...nothing springs to mind.

You’re interviewing for the post of Official Book Advisor to some VIP (who’s not a big reader). What’s the first book you’d recommend and why? (If you feel like you’d have to know the person, go ahead and personalize the VIP.)
The Hunger Games. We'll read it together!

A good fairy comes and grants you one wish: you will have perfect reading comprehension in the foreign language of your choice. Which language do you go with?
Latin. Just kidding, French. Then at least I'd have some French skills.

A mischievious fairy comes and says that you must choose one book that you will reread once a year for the rest of your life (you can read other books as well). Which book would you pick?
Wow, if they were really mischievous, they wouldn't let me pick my own. I'll go with The Polar Express. I already read that once a year, and it's great!

That good fairy is back for one final visit. Now, she’s granting you your dream library! Describe it. Is everything leatherbound? Is it full of first edition hardcovers? Pristine trade paperbacks? Perhaps a few favourite authors have inscribed their works? Go ahead—let your imagination run free.
Well, it's totally got those rolling ladders and squashy armchairs. And window seats. And tons of cool books. All the series have matching covers and formats. Quite a few are nice hard backs, although most are light and easily transportable. And there are Tiffany lamps!

My new digs

As requested, here are some pictures and info about my new living situation. I'm living in a townhouse in Greenbrier with a girl named Jandy. I really, really like the place, and I love living in Greenbrier. It's quite a commute to work now (about 25-30 minutes) but it's so completely and totally worth it. I am not meant for the small town life! But I'm not too bothered by the small room life, as you'll see. My new bedroom is much smaller than the one I had at Ron and Deena's. Here's a few pictures.





Luckily, there's still room for my totally boss Zefron cut-out!

Heres's the bathroom that I share with Jandy. That's kinda awkward sometimes, since we each have a door into the latrinay from our rooms, and sometimes I can't tell when she's in there. D'oh!


Here's the kitchen. I have half a fridge and lots of cupboard space. It's odd to have so much room. I certainly don't have enough food to fill it all.



This here is the living room. I love our little living room. It's a very cozy and peaceful room. I really like sitting in there and reading or watching the telly.



Here's our little back yard. As you can see, it has a nice little garden in it. Which I am not involved in at all. Except I sometimes eat the vegables from it.


Here's the front of the house. Fun fact: There is no cell phone reception in my parking space!!!


One of my favorite things about the place is the lovely view. It's a really nice pond with geese in it!


So, anywho, there you go. It's also within a short distance of some excellent shopping, including a Barnes and Noble, a Target, and a mall. In Suffolk, there's only a Walmart. Ew. I much prefer civilization, thank you very much!

Some things never change

I just realized today that I've been blogging for more than a year! Shocking! Who knew I would last this long? Certainly not me. I thought I might get bored and quit after a while. And honestly, certain events almost convinced me to quit. But I think we all know how devastated some of you would be to be deprived of my genius. So, I persevered! And this somewhat crazy post is the result.

Here are some things that never change:

1. Pioneer Day is awesome no matter what, but it would be infinitely more enjoyable if I were in Utah and got the day off. As it is, I'm a wee bit bitter against Mom and Dad for their taunting. So rude! I feel like I may need to make some cheesy potatoes this weekend to celebrate my heritage.

2. The Utah state song is super catchy.

3. Some people are just lame. I'm not talking about people who like golf, knit tea cozies, or read about quantum physics for fun. I'm not even talking about people who invade your personal space (something that should be impossible while you're protected behind a reference desk) while telling you about nano technology and it's potential to fight Lyme disease. Those people are just different. And as we all know, it takes all types to make the world. But other people are mean, for no real reason at all. And that's not cool. I wish this one would change.

4. Sometimes I really wish I was a spy. Or that I had crazy ninja skills. Or both.

5. Humidity was created to test and try man. I am failing.

6. Jacob is better than Edward (but Jasper trumps all).

7. When people mention chocolate covered cinnamon bears, my mouth waters, and I curse the expense of having large quantities of CCCB shipped to VA.

8. Blogging is therapeutic. For example, right now I'm so relaxed that I could fall right asleep. Of course, that might be because I'm freakin' tired.

9. You guys are the best.

I gotta get back to Hogwarts!

Post coming soon on my new living arrangements, I promise. But for now, I just want to say how excited I am for Half-Blood Prince. Opens in less than 2 hours! Of course, I won't be seeing it that soon, but that's not the point! The point is, when Deathly Hallows came out 2 years ago, I wasn't sure if I'd ever feel that Harry Potter excitement again. And now I do! It's not quite at the fever pitch it was then, but still, it's pretty darn close. Even if the movie disappoints in every other way, I will always love it for giving me back that lovin', Harry Potter feelin'. Plus, it really does look like a super fun film. Here, if I have done this correctly, is the super excellent trailer:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnooUEuyn_M

Well, a link to it anyway. Dag, I just can't figure that darn thing out.

Anywho, my other main past time lately has been watching "A Very Potter Musical," the fan made Harry Potter Musical. It's about the funniest thing I've ever seen, although there is a bit of swears and a few slightly off-colour jokes. I'm British, y'all. Do you see how I spelled "colour?" It never ceases to amaze me 1) how much people love Harry Potter, and 2) how creative they are! So here's the first little bit of "A Very Potter Musical." As far as I know, there is one swear in this section, said by Ron (how could you, Ron?!?!?). But it's honestly a super catchy song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmwM_AKeMCk

In conclusion, HARRY POTTER RULES!!!!!! That is all.

Mystery solved!

I know y'all were wondering, so here it is, the reason we've gone private: apparently, since I have written about the library in this blog, people could use it to sue the city! I'm not joking. It seems like I am, because the whole thing is a teensy bit crazy, but I'm totally not. That is what they told me at work. After "happening" across my blog by chance. Ha! Lies! All lies! Probably, anyway. It seems like it would be pretty tricky to come across the darn thing by chance. But, they say that it could reflect poorly on the city. I see their point. The fact the creepy old guys say inappropriate things to nice young librarians does reflect poorly on the city. That's what they meant, right? Right? Not that it would reflect poorly on the city to have a nice young librarian be opposed to her treatment by creepy old guys and mention it on her blog, right? RIGHT?!?!?!

Anywho, so we are now private and can discuss what we want! I can't imagine that anything will change. But, if you know people who love and read this blog whom I have not invited, let me know. My only request is that they not live in my town. You know how things get back to the city.

This is not the blog you've been waiting for

Alas, no time at present for the ever intriguing, "Why My Blog Is Now Private" post. Just a fun and hilarious YouTube video to tide you over.

For all the fans/haters of Twilight and Buffy the Vampire slayer.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZwM3GvaTRM

Fulfilling my duty by telling you what to read

I love top 10 lists. Seriously. They make my heart sing with joy and laughter. I'm not sure why, but I can't get enough. I also love books. So now, for the first time ever, I am combining these two loves into one great post! My top 10 favorite books! That I've read this year! Because honestly, top 10 of all time would be way too hard.

Now without further ado, and in no particular order, my top 10 favorite books read since June 2008!

1. The Eugenides books by Megan Whalen Turner: The Thief, The Queen of Attolia, and The Kind of Attolia. Right away, I'm starting with a cheat. This is three books! I know for sure that The Thief isn't my favorite of the three, but it's the first book in the series. So it's necessary. And the other two are just so near and dear to my heart that I truly can't decide. But hey, my list, my rules, right?

Anywho, these books are fascinating mixes of political intrigue, Greek-like mythology, adventure, and romance. The twists and turns are jaw-dropping in the best way possible. I for one am waiting with baited breath for book 4, currently set to be released in 2010. Praise be!

Recommended for: Practically everyone. Not Mom, probably (a bit too intense for her, unless I miss my guess), but anyone else over age 12.

2. Dragon Slippers by Jessica Day George. The first book in a trilogy, all of which I enjoyed immensely. But I think Dragon Slippers is still my favorite. It's a fabulously fun, exciting, and hilarious book about a girl, some princes, some dragons, and copious amounts of embroidery. Oh, and a few dogs. Few heroines are as spunky as Creel, and few princes are as charming and yet refreshingly normal as Luka. Plus, dragons!


Recommended for: I can't think of a soul who would not like this book given the chance. Maybe more aimed to girls, but boys should appreciate the dragons and action. Don't be fooled by the embroidery, boys! It's an exciting book!

3. Impossible by Nancy Werlin. A compelling book based in part on the song "Scarborough Fair." This book grabbed me and wouldn't let me go until I had devoured it. It was certainly dark and mysterious, but also one of the most romantic books I've ever read.


Recommended for: People who like their romance to be real, deep, and profound.

4. Sorcery and Cecelia, or, the Enchanted Chocolate Pot by Patricia C. Wrede and Caroline Stevermer. The most entertaining mix of Jane Austen and Harry Potter I've ever read. And that's saying something. But seriously, it combines the joy of Austen--social commentary, young ladies of quality (but not necessarily means) looking for love--with magic!

Recommended for: Classic literature lovers who also love fantasy.

5. Airborn by Kenneth Oppel. Another start of a trilogy. I like trilogies. But, as I've only read this one so far (I'm about halfway through book 2!) this is the one I'm recommending. I will steal my excellent Goodreads review: Jam packed with adventure, pirates, airships that sail the sky like an ocean liner does the ocean, mysterious winged mammals, shipwrecks, desert islands, more adventure, more pirates, and a wee bit of romance. Yay! While listening to this audio book in my car, I kept hoping I would be stopped by red lights, so I could listen a little longer. Now that's a good book.

Recommended for: Anyone who likes a good adventure (and who doesn't?)

6. The Book Thief by Marcus Zuzak. As with many books about dark times in history, this book about the Holocaust was challenging to read. It's been quite some time since a book made me cry this much. But it was also really rewarding. It was funny, touching, inspiring, and heartbreaking. It may not be the easiest read, but it's important for us to see both humanity's heights and depths, horror and beauty. Man, I need a hug.

Recommended for: Teens and adults.

7. The Larklight trilogy by Philip Reeve. Is it really cheating if I make the rules? Nope. So I'm including another trilogy. Another steampunk adventure, this time complete with cheeky British humor! The books have fabulous illustrations, and the audiobooks have a hilarious narrator. It's a win-win! You can't go wrong!

Recommended for: People who like sci-fi, British imperialism, and British comedy. Plus pirates and aliens. Well, good grief. Everyone likes at least some of those, right?

8. A Curse Dark As Gold by Elizabeth Bunce. Bunce's first (but hopefully not last) novel is a retelling of the Rumpelstiltskin story in an industrial revolution type of world. Magic, romance, mystery, all combined in a creepy but beautiful story. One that I'm eager to re-read.

Recommended for: People who like fairy tales and/or history.

9. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. Well, I'll just say that I really, really hope the future isn't like this. After a heinous war destroys the United States, the remnants of the population are kept in line through the Hunger Games, the world's suckiest reality show. 12 boys and 12 girls compete in the televised event. The winner gets fame and fortune, plus a better life for the rest of their district. Everyone else gets dead. Somewhat brutal, it's not for the very young or the faint of heart. But I was breathless throughout. And when I reached the cliffhanger ending (I swear I did not know this was going to be a series), I literally yelled, "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!" for a good 20 minutes. What's going to happen?!?!?!?! Oh the humanity!

Recommended for: People who like intense stories of survival and don't mind some gore to go with it.

10. Frankenstein Makes a Sandwich and Frankenstein Takes the Cake, written and illustrated by Adam Rex. For my last, I thought I'd mix it up. It's a book of poetry! For kids! About movie monsters! One of the funniest things I've ever read, with brilliant pictures. Adam Rex is my hero.

Recommended for: The young and the young at heart. And the restless.

Honorable mentions (aka, you didn't think I'd pick just 10, right? Even counting the trilogies as only one book each?)

Wildwood Dancing by Juliet Marillier. A wonderful retelling of the 12 dancing princesses and one other fairy tale which I'm loathe to spoil here.

I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You by Ally Carter. A private girls' school for spys!

The Elephant and Piggie books by Mo Willems. Don't let the early reader label fool you. These books rock my socks. They're just that awesome.

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me. I'm not even joking.

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones. Might be my fav. fantasy of all time, but it's cheating--I read it almost 2 years ago (gasp!).

Creepy dudes at the library

This may come as a shock to some of you, but the public library is a wretched hive of scum and villainy. Or, at the very least, a haven for weirdos (not to be confused with beardos. Beardos are cool. I like beardos. Check it out! http://www.beardteamusa.org/index.html) For example, in the three days I've been here this week, I've been hit on inappropriately by two different guys while working at the reference desk! The first, poor little guy, kept asking me questions like, "So, do you like bowling?" Me: "Nope." Lather, rinse, repeat. Today, the creepy guy was older and creepier. He made a comment about librarian glasses that I hesitate to repeat on a blog. Let's just say that it wasn't terribly original, but it was terribly awkward. And very rude. And technically probably sexual harassment. I should sue!

And these situations aren't really unusual. Nor, to be fair, are they limited to guys. Those are just the two that happened most frequently. But the weirdness/rudeness of visitors to the public library is rampant. So here's the real question. What is it about public libraries and librarians that make the strangeness come out of the woodwork? Why do these people feel the need and the prerogative to say uncomfortable or inappropriate things to me? Is it because I'm an underpaid public servant? Because I think that should entitle me to more respect, not less. Or maybe the world is really just going to heck in a hand basket and everyone is getting disrespected. Well, I'm indignant! You can't hear me right now, but I'm singing a rousing chorus of the song where I demand some respect! Through spelling!

One last note. I'm not suggesting that weirdness itself is a crime. There are some very lovely people who come in to the library who are, shall we say, different. And I'm cool with that. Although I'm really not sure that the US government actually controls the weather. If that's true though, someone should really get on the humidity problem. But I am not cool with the ones who's weirdness manifests itself in creepy ways (no, I do not want to share an extended handshake with you! Stop trying to touch me! And stop looking at me with your crazy eyes!). And rudeness is never okay. Especially that annoying passive aggressive weirdness we get so much of. Like we won't notice that what you're saying is actually really mean because you're not using your angry eyes. We see right through you! Librarians of the world unite and rise up against public! We shall take over the world! All hail Libraria!*



*For more information about evil librarians and their plot to take over the world, read the excellent, although rather one-sided, account, Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians by Brandon Sanderson. If super creepy dude had read it, he would know not to say anything untoward about a librarian's glasses. After all, she might use them to fry your brains!

Random thoughts

1. Why do I always get Joan Rivers and Joan Crawford mixed up? At this point in my life, it's a little embarrassing that I can't keep them straight.

2. Some things would really benefit from a laugh track. Oddly enough. Yes, I'm talking about the new Disney Channel show, Jonas. Truthfully it would also benefit from being a) more funny, and b) totally different than it is now!!!! But I think some fake laughs in there to tell me when I ought to be enjoying myself would go a long way. I mean, I know the Jonas brothers can act at least a little bit. I watched Camp Rock, for pity's sake. But I found their new show to be really boring, pointless, and a little embarrassing. And coming from someone who loves the Jonas Brothers and the Disney Channel, that's saying something.

2a. On the other hand, I quite enjoyed Sonny with a Chance, so maybe there still hope for the world!

3. Humidity is the bane of my existence. The other day, when I was walking outside, my elbow was sweating. Yes, my elbow. That's just wrong.

4. Nedric isn't from anything. Except Maren's brain. It's like Cedric, see? But different? Hee hee! Oh, Nedric!

5. The new Star Trek movie has reignited my childhood ambition to join Starfleet. Seriously, why is the present so lame? I mean, come on--librarian? What's that all about? At the very least, in the future I could be a librarian: IN SPACE!!!!!!!!!


I'm not sure where I'd want the library to be though. It seems like the outer sections would probably be a wee bit dangerous. They're always getting blasted by torpedoes and stuff. But I'd want us to have windows. That way, if no one was coming in, we could look out at the scenery. Wait, where would I be closest to the escape shuttle thingies? And I bet I'd need to be a lot more comfortable with all those fancy technologies. Do they have paper books in the future? They should. There's something very comforting about actually holding a book in your hand. And would I have to wear a heinous polyester uniform to work? Oh, the dilemmas I would face as a librarian in space. Ooh, look, I'm a poet!

6. Wouldn't Librarians in Space be an awesome comic book?

An ode to that fair town where I spent many a happy year

Orem, sweet Orem. 90 years old today. Can you believe it? I'm not actually writing an ode, but I think it's worth mentioning. I have nothing but fond memories of Orem. It was a great place to grow up, and it remains a great place to visit. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for raising us in Family City USA! As a testament to just how cool it is, check out this awesome owl story: http://www.heraldextra.com/content/view/307645/17/

In other news, still no name for car. I've had several votes for Jayne (good name. I like it. And don't be fooled--it's very manly and tuff). I also had a write in suggestion of Nedric. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! We had a good laugh over that. I could call him Ned for short! It really is pretty fantastic. I plan on trying some of the names out for a day or two, see which ones feel right. But I'll for sure let you know!

The Changing of the Guard

That's right, I have a good news/bad news situation here. Bad news first: I no longer have my trusty Toyota Camry, Moya. She was a loyal companion for years, but I no longer felt safe driving her anywhere further away than work. Church, at about 25 miles, gave me mild panic attacks until I was safely there and back. I don't blame her. After carrying me safely across the country and through the DC metro area, I know she would never willingly betray me. I blame incompetent mechanics and the cruel, relentless march of time. I truly do miss her. Moment of silence please for Moya.

Now for the good news. I have a new car! He's a 2008 (!) Ford Fusion. Only 23,000 miles. And more money than I wanted to pay, but a lot less than I thought I would have to for such a nice car. Here we are pretending to drive!

He looks black in most of these pictures, but really, he's a nice dark blue. You can tell best in this picture, I think:

So, this is actually the inside of the car. But if you look there at the edge of the door and it looks kind of sparkly blue? Yeah? You see it? Okay! That's what color the car is with the sun on it.

Here's a side view, showing how sleek he is!


Oh, wait. This is me with the large mylar bunny balloon that the weird Sales manager gave me as a "Thanks for buying the car!" gift. Well, I'm not one to look a gift mylar bunny balloon in the mouth. Here's the actual side view:


Ron and Deena also wanted everyone to notice the pretty flowers. So there you go.

What else to say-it seems to fit my wish list. Spacious trunk (I could probably fit 2 bodies in there! As long as they were not both overly large). Ceiling firmly attached to top of car. All seatbelts in working order. Both sunvisors. Paint not peeling. CD player (I started listening to an audio book in it today! Very chic and exciting). Windshield in one piece. Seems to actually run. As previously mentioned, it was slightly more than my initial budget hopes, but it's also nicer than I initially thought.

Only one matter remains. What should I name the new car? I think he's a boy. In the spirit of full disclosure, I must tell you that Moya was named after the living ship from Farscape. I have had a suggestion that I should name new car Talyn, after Moya's son on Farscape. But I'm not sure how I feel about that. I'm thinking maybe something from another deepspace saga. I could go with Galactica, but I believe, as a ship, she was also a girl. But it could go either way, I guess. Or Serenity. But I really don't think that's a good name for a car. Too vague. I mean, it could be referring to a state of being! Or I could stear away from ships. How about naming the car after a favorite character from one of those shows? Oh, decisions, decisions!

In any case, Welcome to the family, New Car (name tbd)!

Happy National Library Week, Comrades!

That's right, it's that magical time of year again, when you should take the time to appreciate the libraries and librarians in your life. Shay and I will be waiting for money/baked goods/any other tokens you'd like to bestow upon us.

Each day of the week has a different theme. Today was "Teen Literacy Day!" I celebrated by reading from my YA book, Wildwood Dancing (a pretty sweet retelling of the 12 Dancing Princesses) and glaring at problem-causing adult patrons. Trouble makers.

Tuesday was my favorite day-National Library Workers Day. Does this sound like some sort of Communist celebration to you, too? Well wait until you see the graphic!


Periodically throughout the day, I would say, "Library Workers, unite!!! We demand fair wages and the rest of the day off!" Good times.

In other news, I took a quiz on Facebook that totally validates my career choice--I am a Children's Librarian! My answers confirm it. Of course, they were just choosing between different kinds of librarian. But I don't think that's the point.

Last, but certainly not least, I have been paying tribute to Librarians in the media. Marian, you are an inspiration to us all. Really, Meredith the Librarieth does not have the same ring to it. Flynn Carson, I forgive your lack of Library degree since you have 22 other degrees and spend more time Indiana Jonesing it around the globe than you do dealing with the public. Giles, your impressive knowledge of demons and other forces of darkness is parallelled only by your dislike for the actual student population. Dewey, your ability to avoid work enables me to avoid my own work, since reading about your exploits is obviously "professional development." *see key below

I leave you with a little video that really describes so much of my life as a librarian. Trust me. I've shared it with some of you before, but it bares repeating.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRBIVRwvUeE

*1. Do you need to ask? It's The Music Man, obsv. Ironically, I keep trying to type The Sound of Music.
2. Oh, those classic TNT original movies, starting with The Librarian: The Quest for the Spear. This is not like my job at all. Mostly I'm glad.
3. I don't recall the school library being like the cool one in Buffy the Vampire Slayer (tv version). But of course, the mortality rate in our high school wasn't that high, either. So, sixes I guess.
4. The genius of "Unshelved, the library comic strip," may only be truly understood by public librarians. But heck, maybe I'm wrong. Check it out! http://www.unshelved.com/

Is a boredom coma a real thing?

Or am I just trapped in some sort of weird time warp where everything moves much slower than real life? Or both? We have all been so bored at work today. I think we really ought to close at noon on Fridays. But we don't.

So I am amusing myself and you by blogging! Yay! Now, what interesting thing can I say. I've been very homesick for Utah today. Not just the people, although that's a big ol' part of it. But I have a powerful hankering for some mountains. Specifically these mountains:


Although it's definitely not that time of year right now. Anywho, there's a serious lack of varietay on the horizon here. Augh!

Wow, I'm even boring myself. I won't go on. I almost don't want to post this. I hope I don't put any of you into boredom comas. Or make you feel as though you're stuck in a time warp. I'd feel really bad. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...

Cue the Funeral Dirge

Dexter Timothy Fish died at home on Friday, March 27 of causes incident to age. Dexter was born in fall of 2007. He began his life as an experiment fish in the science department of Loyola College in Baltimore, Maryland. Over Thanksgiving vacation, 2007, Dexter met his owner, Meredith. She moved him from his beaker to a bowl, complete with a fake plastic plant and shiny blue rocks. Due to the experiments performed on him (allegedly, he was switched to different home sizes to see if it would increase his aggressiveness. It did.), he had a rocky start with Meredith. He didn't trust her at first, and would hide behind his plant when she came to feed him, only eating when he thought she wasn't looking. In spite of this, Dexter had a very affectionate nature, and eventually he would swim to the top of the bowl, hoping for food whenever he saw Meredith come near.

After several months together, Meredith moved him to a tank, which was quite a bit larger than his original bowl. It had blue and purple rocks and two plastic plants. It also had an air pump which he really liked. He would often swim through the bubbles in a playful manner. Several months before his death, Dexter moved to his final home in Suffolk Virginia. He suffered a brief reversion to his earlier disposition after this move, but at the time of his passing, he and Meredith were once again on good terms.

Dexter had a burial at sea, attended by his owner, Meredith, and the person who brought them together, Maren. He was placed on a tiny raft, surrounded by treasure. After a lovely service, the raft was set on fire and dropped into the great porcelain beyond. Those in attendance were extremely moved.

Dexter is survived by his owner of sixteen months, Meredith. In lieu of flowers, she requests that mourners send cash. It's what he would have wanted.

In honor of Dexter, please take some time to contemplate his life while enjoying these two songs, which he specifically requested to be played at his wake.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEX1dYyvmig

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgA2xo0HYrE

Rest in peace, Dexter T. Fish. You were a loyal companion and fishy friend. You will be missed.

We fear change

One of the things that has been a big change for me since moving away from Maryland is not having roommates anymore. Let me tell you, it's a bummer! Especially after the fun weekend I just had up in grand old Maryland (thanks, guys!! Miss ya!), I really miss having roommates. But there are several compensations. I get my own bathroom. It's actually the biggest one in the house. Good times. I have a working washer/dryer right in the house! No more air-drying for me! Sometimes I dry stuff that I would normally air-dry just because I can!! I also have a very nice, big room. Pictures follow:

Here's the view from the door looking over to my window seat.


And this one was taken from the other side of the bed looking towards the closet:


And the whole house is just generally a lot nicer than Carol's house ever was (goodness, I hope she never reads this blog! Although if she doesn't know that her house is a trash heap already, I'm not sure reading it here would enlighten her). Here's the outside:


The top right is one of my windows. That's right, I have two! Actually, I had that in Maryland too, so it's not that exciting. But these ones have blinds! Huzzah!

But perhaps best of all are the animals. Don't get me wrong, sometimes they drive me crazy. Donna, I don't like feeling your cold nose on my arm when I'm trying to eat breakfast. It's very rude to try to make me spill my cereal! Also, please stop jumping on me. And Baby, I don't like being licked! But thanks for not being a barker, and especially for not throwing up when I was here by myself that weekend. Here are the dogs:


The one lying down is Donna and the one in front is Baby. Considering how much they love attention, it was sure hard to get them to hold still for a picture.

The other pet is Sedona, the cat. I have never liked cats much. But boy howdy, she sure likes me. I go into the living room, not having seen the cat in hours. But about 30 seconds after I sit down, here comes from Sedona, seemingly out of midair, to sit on my lap. Sometimes she'll pat my shoulder with her little paws. It's very sweet. It's not as sweet when she head-butts me. Well, I think she means it to be affectionate, but it mostly just drives me crazy. Sedona was even harder to get on camera. I think this might be because Baby was chasing her as I was trying to take this.


There you go, folks, the world's most affectionate cat. If she likes you.

So, anywho, I am obviously employing the time honored technique of trying to get over feeling down about change. Remind yourself the things you like better about where you are now, and what you really didn't like about where you left. I like my big bathroom, dang it! I actually really like always being covered in pet hair! I guess I'm just really lucky that I loved where I was and who I was with so much that I still really miss it and them after a couple of months. Although I don't miss the house at all. Sorry Carol!

Freaks Part Deux: The Enabling; or, How I learned to stop worrying and love High School Musical

I have come to a conclusion. It's not my fault. People feed my sickness. Yes, as you can see, it's not an illusion. No, it's my life-size cardboard cutout of Troy Bolton in his prom tux! And no, I didn't buy it myself. It was a gift, as was almost every other HSM thing I own. So who's more of a freak-the people who bought me this, or me, for being freakishly excited? It's hard to say. But I will just say, I'm grateful. I love all my HSM stuff, and it brings joy to my sad, shriveled little soul. Plus, doesn't he just look swell in my room? He's guarding the window seat! And he's only freaked me out 4 or 5 times! After that, I got used to having a strange man standing in my room. He looks dashing and probably scares off intruders. So thanks, lovely former roomies! And thanks to everyone else who has ever fed my obsession. In closing, I'd like to mention two other HSM things that were left out of my last post--my HSM Uno (how could I forget you? The mind reels); and my newest acquisition--my HSM watch. In my defense, my old watch died a tragic death last week, and this watch was by far the cheapest one at the Wally World. Also, it was cute. Good times.

Freak. How Rude!

I know, it was way harsh to call you all freaks like that right off, but it's something I've been thinking about. I am currently reading this book called Candyfreak. It's a nonfiction book written by a guy who's a freak about candy. He loves it. A lot. Seriously. He says in the introduction that he's eaten at least one piece of candy everyday of his life. He thinks about candy at least once every hour. And he always has 3-7 pounds of candy at his house (not counting the bulk quantities of his favorite candies that he bought when he thought they might be discontinued). Clearly, he's a candyfreak. And there isn't necessarily a logical explanation for why he loves candy so much.

I decided to apply his theory of freaks to my own life the other day when someone asked me why I love High School Musical so much. The simple answer-I don't know. Sure, it's fun, bubbly, all singing, all dancing, etc. But I don't have that level of devotion to other musicals. Sure, it's got Zac Efron, but I don't even have that level of devotion to his other musical (that would be Hairspray, of course. It's very good. I love it a lot. But I'm not a Hairspray freak).

So I guess the slightly more complex answer is that we all have things we're freaks for. I know people who are freaks for the Steelers, Douglas Adams, cows, motorcycles, Precious Moments, digital cameras, spicy peppers, and the BBC. Do I like all of these things? No. But I think I understand. And I'm certainly not going to judge anyone. Nope. I'll be too busy, wrapped up in my High School Musical blanket, having a High School Musical marathon, eating snacks out of my High School Musical lunchbox, wearing my High School Musical charm necklace, writing about my crush on Zac Efron in my High School Musical diary, gazing at my High School Musical digital photo frame, brushing my hair with my High School Musical hairbrush, and making grocery lists for more snacks on my High School Musical white board.

What a freak.

More hotness (aka, it's that time of year again)

I am nothing if not fickle. I believe it's my prerogative as a woman to change my mind. And that's what I've done here. It's been about 6 months since I last posted my list of top 10 hottest guys in the world according to moi. And you know what? Things have changed. Oh, sure, these guys are all still really, really, ridiculously good looking, but there are some people who I now love more. So, without further ado, I present my new, updated, revised, and completely improved, list of hotness.

On that note of total revision, I will start with the old standbys-they've never let me down, and so deserve a spot of honor on the list.

1. Jensen Ackles

Who knew that ducky lips were not only funny, but also supremely attractive? Well, everyone who has ever seen Mr. Ackles deploy them as Dean Winchester on Supernatural, that's who. Add in those lovely arms and his way with firearms, and I am already melting. But then el Deano is so damaged and sad that you just want to give him a hug. Awwww.

2. Jared Padalecki


Dean's brother from another mother has really grown into his looks. I never would have guessed that cute-but-a-little-dumb Dean from Gilmore Girls would turn into the Ginormotron Sam Winchester on Supernatural. I mean, he used to be so lanky. But he has really bulked up. I approve, sir!

3. Zac Efron


Stop making fun of me! He's legal! And he sings, and dances, and seems like an all-around sweetie pie! Plus, as I will point out until the day I die, he really does have beautiful eyes.

4. Johnny Depp


As I was recently watching the complete first season of 21 Jump Street on DVD (it may be the best Christmas present ever! Thanks guys!), I was forcefully reminded just how pretty Johnny Depp can be. (Contented) Sigh. Ridiculous hair notwithstanding. And he's hardly aged a day! Good on ya, Johnny Depp.

5. Ben Browder


Seriously, anyone who can do this deserves a spot on the list. As a 14 or 15 year old girl, babysitting at a house with cable, I once saw part of an episode of Farscape and immediately noticed the hunk of man that is Ben Browder. Many years later, as 21 year old college senior, I noticed a commercial for a Farscape marathon and decided, based on my lovely memory, that I must check this show out. The rest, as they say, is blissful history. Hello one of my favorite shows of all time and "Helloooo, Nurse!" to a list stalwart.

6. Taylor Kitch


He has done the improbable and unlikely-He has made me love his crazy floppy hair. And he's done the very probable-caused me to watch and rewatch the official trailer for Wolverine, paying particular attention to the few wonderful seconds that he graces the screen. Hugh Who? It's all about Gambit, baby. And one Tim Riggins. Ahem.

And now, without further ado, the 2009 inductees: Tra la laaa!

7. Tahmoh Penikett


No, I do not know how to say his name, and no, I do not care. My friend Patty, who once saw him at a convention, says he's the most beautiful person she's ever seen in real life. I once read that on Battlestar Galactica, he looks like a waiter at the best restaurant in the universe. I don't really know what that means, but I know I would go to that restaurant. On BSG Helo is so tall, strong, brave, loyal, and a great family man. Seriously, best guy ever. Like the only human on the show who probably really, really didn't deserve to get blown up by cylons.

8. Lee Pace


On the late, great Pushing Daisies, his character Ned may have the saddest life in the world. And he makes pies for a living! Come on! Someone just give him a hug, already! I would if I could figure how to reach right into the screen. Poor sweet baby. Plus, he's tall. And hot. Did I mention that one?

9. Richard Armitage


I have already mentioned this gem of humanity in a post, but I think it bears repeating-Huzzah! No, seriously, go back and read that post about him. I'll wait. With his dark hair, super blue eyes, and British accent, I'm surprised more people don't swoon at the mere mention of his name. Plus, he's tall. Hmm... I may be sensing a trend here.

10. Michael Trucco

Battlestar has made a tremendous showing this time around! And no wonder. The guy who started as that annoying dude who Kara inexplicably liked in that one episode has clawed his way up to become my most favorite character ever! And Kara totally doesn't deserve someone so fabulous! For reals, he better not die. I won't stop watching, but I will cry. And way more than I cried for Felix. Or Dee. Or even Billy.

SPOILER ALERT!!!!!! DO NOT CROSS THIS LINE IF YOU PLAN TO SOMEDAY WATCH BSG AND DON'T WANT TO KNOW SOME IMPORTANT STUFF BEFOREHAND!!!!! I'M NOT JOKING! STOP NOW OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!

Still with me? Great. Battlestar fans are well aware of the fact that as cylons go, the ladies were pretty hot, while the dudes were kinda weird looking and also old. So making someone as luscious as Sam Anders one of the Final Five? Yes, please. I want to go to there.

END SPOILER ALERT. RESUME SCHEDULED READING. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION. CARRY ON.

Well, that about does it for today. I could wax, if not eloquent, at least long-windedly about how much I love these fellas who make my life just a little brighter, but I think I need to set you all free to think about the lists you undoubtedly have. Because, come on. We all need this in our lives, you know what I'm saying?

Guys who have been bumped from this list--don't let it get you down. I don't like to think of it as a failure. I'd say it's more of an opportunity to try harder. This is your chance to get out there in the world and show me how hot you can be! If you succeed, I'll see you back here in another six months.