Random News

Hey guys, I've resurfaced :) Momentarily... to bring you a couple things!

First off, I would like to announce that both Alex & I have now completed our 100 Books in a Year challenge for 2009 - Alex finished ages ago but that's not important.

Secondly, I am very sorry that the blog has pretty much died :( We've both been so busy lately now that grades have started counting plus both of us are working now.

Hopefully this will make you feel better/I know it's beyond random but where else can you share this? So a couple weeks ago, Alex celebrated her birthday with a super awesome cake :) (excuse the size but it's from my cellphone :/)

and just in case you were wondering, it is our blog banner. On a cake!

I had a dream...

And it was frightening, to say the least. Actually, it reminded me a lot of Hunger by Michael Grant. (Reviewed here.) I guess it does make sense since I just read Hunger last week.


Since I feel like it, I'll describe my dream to you. Be warned though, my dreams tend to be nonsensical and rambling, cutting from scene to scene. And they're long enough to be their own novel.

We're all stuck in a building. 3 different rooms, every wall made of hard glass. For some reason, we all have special powers. (This is the Hunger influence.) I have the power to change into any element- light as oxygen, hard as iron.

There are two sides. Battling each other for our lives. Don't know why- but we are. We, being all kids. No adults, no supervision. Only teenagers running rampant. (More Hunger) There's a lot of talking, fighting, threatening. The bad, evil leader (who remains faceless even to myself since I don't remember faces ever) speaks of bringing out the dragons to hurt everyone who defies him.

More yelling, screaming, fighting.

Scene changes.

Now, I, on the team of good (of course) are planning to ambush the bad side. They are holding the Golden Fleece (mythology/Percy Jackson reference there) and we need to take it back before the world destructs. (Don't ask me. I have no idea why I dream what I dream.) Picture this: A field. Lots of trees and posts to hide behind. There is one path that splits into two to go around the field. The bad team has lots of huge cocoons cradled in their hands. In one of the cocoons is the Golden Fleece.

They try to flee, but we surround them. They try to fight, but we fight back. Some break away with cocoons, but some of our people chase after them and get them. We prevail. The Golden Fleece in ours.

There's some other jumbled up bits in there. Dialogue I can't remember.

The gist of this random post is pretty much, Books really do affect us. A lot. My dreams are influenced by the books I read, my thoughts, my feelings, my mood.

But maybe that's just me. To what extent do books affect you? And which book affects you the most?

A random little story to soothe my restless soul (and content my bored mind)

Need is sitting on the computer desk. My four year old sister comes and crawls onto my lap. She spots the book. And then suddenly asks:

"Why is there no eyes?"

She is indeed wondering why the model's head is cut off so only the lips and down are shown. I start to laugh. I ask,

"You don't like the cover of the book? Because there are no eyes?"

She shakes her head. She doesn't like it.

"And what are those black squiggly things at the bottom?"

Of course, she's talking about the tree branches. I cannot help but giggle and snort at that. I try to explain that they're trees, but she doesn't seem to interested in my explanation. Instead, she spots a little stuffed mouse laying on the table and proceeds to play with it.

Ah, to be four again. Everything is so simple and uncomplicated. Sidetracked easily, yes. But you can also get away with almost anything because you're just too darn cute. I can't resist my sister. Especially when she snuggles in against me. Okay, say it with me now, "Aaaw!". Right, right?

This post originates from my brain and complete and utter boredom. I'm almost done Need now, but I don't currently feel like reading it. I'll expound on that later when I post my review, which will probably be some time during the weekend. There is no point to this post. I just felt like doing something, and posting makes me feel semi-productive. I'd feel double-productive if I actually got up and cleaned my room or something, but I'm too lazy for that. Instead, I content myself with posting random nothings on this blog. It is slightly book related, this post, isn't it?

Oh. I have an idea. To give this post some actual substance, I'll ask you all a question: Hate the no eyes/cut off face look or like it?

Personally, I like it. My sister doesn't. Let's see which side wins.

- Alex