Ranting on the Route to Insanity

Ranting on the Route to Insanity

Hey! Curious individual that I am, I wanna know how many different people are reading this

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Three Birds with One Stone ;; A Human Moment

Hello, world!

It snowed again. I'm absolutely furious, if you haven't already guessed. .... Though, those of you know know me, yeah. You probably know. And you're probably just as annoyed/bothered/furious. Way to be fantastic like that. <3

In any case, I have the burning urge to rant and ultimately bitch about something. And because I have several topics at my disposal.... LET'S PESTER THE ROOMIE AND GET HER OPINION!! XD

Possible topics: Family, classes, snow/winter, high schoolers, Chanticleer's director and the master class (whish ties to high schoolers), the music lab, human rights, Valentine's Day, you-know-who/love, the house, Twilight (which ties to high schoolers and the master class), Chanticleer, piano, smart people who transfer out of classes and leave you hanging (BRIANTHISMEANSYOU!>|)

Me: HEY! =D Picky two numbers between..... *counts* One and fourteen! :3
Roomie: ..... What?
Me: Pick two numbers between one and fourteen?
Roomie: ..................... Four.
Me: And?
Roomie: ........................... Twelve.
Me: *type, type, type* Fouuuurrrr....and.....twelve. Hmmmmmm...... *counting them out* High schoolers~ aaand..... Chanticleer!
Roomie: ..... *blank stare, obviously thinking something like, ‘what is my wingnut roommate up to now?’
Me: Wanna pick another~~~?
Roomie: ............. Seven.
Me: AND VALENTINE’S DAY! WIN. *does a dance*
Roomie: ................................... *casually ignores, resumes her activities on the laptop*
Me: *eventually decides that ranting/raving about Chanticleer might be better left for a day when it’s been a good day, that she can’t rant over high schoolers without opening the can of worms labelled “Chanticleer’s director” and “Twilight”, and that she should do Valentine’s Day on....of course....Valentine’s Day, and so she chooses topics 1, 3, 8, and whatever else happens to strike her fancy*

So, let it begin.

First, to the issue of the snow.

I have, as you can see below, prepared a haiku to winter/snow that covers my feelings quite nicely. :3 Enjoy.

Snow so blinding white
Obnoxious, cold, and freezing
Go fucking die now.

Great, isn’t it?

This, everyone, is what my college tuition is going to. Crappy haikus about snow. *insert nods here*

.... Okay, actually, my tuition is going towards my learning of state cities to use in litany poems. xD; I have Nebraska. .... Which I should be working on right now. Talk. About. Fail. But I’m really tired.... I’ll probably end up finishing it in the morning simply because I’m so tired right now that I’m probably misspelling things.

.... Crap. My lip is bleeding. From two different places. ... Wait, maybe three. *rolls eyes, facepalms* I need to yank myself from this habit before I tear my lip open, or something. ... Actually, I need a worry stone. .............. My worry stone was at the house. ..................... I need a new worry stone. I should go to the park or the cemetery or something and fine one. Or maybe back behind chapel. .... If it weren’t so snowy.

GAH! And here’s the snow again, ruining my life and plans.

Oh well. I’ll just... I’ll manage. Maybe I’ll make one. .... Or. Maybe I’ll just keep gnawing at my lip.

[/insert rant on how gnawing at my lip is self-destructive behavior and how I’m secretly in need of help and other fun things]

OKAY. THAT BEING DONE.

Onto my next rant. ..... Topic isssss....

Family.

God. Sometimes, I really hate that word. Other times I love it, but right now I’m hating it.

As some people have come to notice, I’ve been attempting to distance myself somewhat from my family, as I kinda need the air to breathe. Otherwise, my family would simply drive me insane, To the point of no return.

I’ve already freaked out my roommate several times by simply stomping out of the room to mash around on a piano over there ( piano with pedals, which my keyboard does not have). I’ve worried both her and several others in my hall as well as the guy I like. I have panic attacks all the time now. I’ve stopped eating breakfast. When I eat lunch or dinner, I usually have ceral or salad (of course, sometimes the food seriosuly just sucks). I go for late walks at night with my camera. I’ve been roleplaying a lot, mainly with the roomie and Rachel (which, by the way, Luce and Kaylee are still hellishly adorable, holyfreakingcrap). I don’t sleep much at night, and when I sleep, it’s never a good sleep. Too light. And... The smoke. I smell it all the time now, an endless reminder of what I saw and what I’ll always remember. I doubt I could sit by a campfire without having another panic attack.

.... Okay, wait. Maybe some of this behavior of mine is somewhat self-destructive. .... It’s not my fault that this is how I deal with things. After being verbally and mentaly abused by the male half of my Rental Units (one of the reasons why I’m actually quite afraid of trusting myself in the company of guys, as I fear they’re like my male Rental Until [hereby known as MRU]) ever since the divorce, I’ve had this thing about letting people see how weak I am. If I’m not strong... Well, I’m screwed. If I’m not strong, I’ve failed myself. And usually I’ve failed other people as wel.

I’m prideful. I admit it. I have pride, and I have a lot of it. I also have an incredibly low self-esteem. Why? Because when you’re called fat by your father enough, and when your mother calls you stupid and worthless enough, you begin to start believing them. I went through a phase back in my early years of high school where I didn’t eat at all during the day. I skipped breakfast because it messed with my meds, lunch (provided by the cafeteria) sucked rocks, and I never had any appetite at dinner, especially if I was at MRU’s.

The first place I found a family outside of my blood relatives was in my high school’s choirs. They were my family. Though it wasn’t often, we talked. Often as a group. If we ever needed someone to talk to individually, our director was there, and my senior year when I was a part of Project X, we all were closer than ever because we shared and we were literally family. We took care of each other.

Other than the choirs, I found “family” in a ragtag group of brats that I still consider very much to be my family. They were my underclassmen and a couple that happened to be in my own age group. But most were all younger than me, ironically. And yet, we were family. We were a close knit group of people that, regardless of our intrests and backgroups, we loved each other, and we took care of our own.

But today’s not that day to get started on Alex. Not today. It still hurts when I think about it too much.

After high school, after leaving behind everything to attend college, I didn’t expect to join another family. But I did. Maybe they recruited me. Maybe I recruited them. Either way, after half of a semester, I found myself closer to a grupf of girls than I’d ever been with practically anyone. After a whole semester and into interterm, I found out who I could really count on. When my house was burning, when my life was shattering around me, I found who my family was. It wasn’t my brother who made my mother cry, it wasn’t my mother who yelled at me for getting revenge, it wasn’t my aunt.

It was the girls of my hallway, the ones that constantly badgered my to-be-roomie for information regarding what was happening. It was those girls that left messages saying they missed me on Facebook. It was those girls who met me the day I came back, hugging me so tight I could barely breathe.

Main Floor East Side Irwin Girls, forever. <3

So, family. Blood is thicker than water, true enough, but sometimes you find that “family” isn’t always defined by the people you’re related to by blood. If home is where the heart is, then family is the people you care about who care about you.

These girls are my family, and my dorm room here at Baker, surrounded by people I love and who love me, this is my home.

[/rant]

[rant=you-know-who]

And I don’t mean Voldemort.

I don’t understand. Or... I do, but I don’t.

You’re so strong. You’re one of the strongest people I know, so why do you do this to yourself? Why do you hurt yourself like this, telling yourself that you’re not good at something when you are, that you’re stupid or worthless when you’re not? Why do you continue with this, living a miserable existance when there are people that only want to see you happy again. They want you to be happy, to see your smie and know that you’re actually okay.

No matter how many times you say that I don’t know you, I think I know you better than you want to admit. I’m not stupid. Just because I’m blonde doesn’t mean I’m completely oblivious. Being blonde means I have to overcome a stereotype simply so that I can prove that I really am smart, that I deserve respect just as much as a girl with red hair, or a brunette.

I’ve seen you. I’ve seen you smile. I’ve seen you laugh. I’ve seen you looking like you were on top of the world. I’ve seen you on a bad day. I’ve seen you on a worse day. I’ve seen him, too.. i’ve met him, talked to him. I don’t see what the issue is. So he’s an ass. He’s just jealous of you. I’ve kept your secret. And though you may assume otherwise, I have no plans on telling anyone. I have no plans on calling you on it, saying something stupid or nasty about it.

You’ll say something, and I’ll counter it, and though you’ll say you did such-and-such, I’ll know that it’s creative truth. You’re not realy into destruction of property, and you know better than to destroy something that’s not yours, though you may jack it for a couple hours to tease me. And really, unless it’s my workbook and I need it, I don’t mind. Granted, I complain, but I know you’ll either give it back, or you’ll leave it somewhere for me to find.

So.... Just so you know, you can only say you’re evil and that I don’t know you a couple times before things like this happen. Like I said, I may be blonde, but I’m smart. I have a wad of random facts that I can spew out as a moment’s notice. I can take a man down with one of five easy-to-reach points on the body. Same with a woman. I can knock someone out. Gouge out an eye. Leap from a building or a bridge (but not Golden Gate; it’s the impact with the water that kills you). Ram a car. Make my own lipbalm. Diagnose alcohol poinsoning. Treat a gunshot wound.

I’m not stupid. And I don’t fall for the same trick more than once or twice.

You’re you, just as I’m me and my roommie is your sibthing. We are who we are, and we can’t change that. So don’t try to. Be yourself. Be who you want to be without fearing what thers are saying. You never know, maybe that’s all that you ever really needed.

I love you. I wish I could say this to your face. I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me. I wish I could tell you. I wish I could simply ask for a moment to be human and hug you, I wish I could tell you. But I’m a coward.

Way to fail, me. Way. To. Fail.

In any case, I think I’m going to go to bed. I’m exhausted.

Ever Yours,
and wishing, thought not for the first time, for a “human moment” of her own,
The Night Thief

Friday, February 4, 2011

The Universal Declaration of Human Rights

Hello one, hello all!

If you haven't already realized, I survived the fabled "snow"pocalypse, the "snow"mageddon, the blizzard of 2011. Whatever they're calling it. I survived. And I actually went out to play around in it (snowball fight where we could barely see a foot away from ourselves, much less who we were throwing snow at).

But I'm getting off subject.

I've brought you another fantastic rant. Love me. <3

So today for your reading pleasure, I'm going through another of my LS class assignments.

So here today we have "The Universal Declaration of Human Rights". And because I'm going to take pity on you all, I'll just summarize all thirty articles before I make my points known.

Article 1 - All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.

Article 2 - Everyone has freedom and rights given to them the moment they are born, no matter their race, color, gender, language, religion, political or other opinion, national or social origin, property, birth or other status. No distinction shall be made because of these things or because of their country, no matter what kind country it may be. Fuck not with these rights.

Article 3 - Everyone has right to life, freedom, and security.

Article 4 - No one shall be put into slavery or servitude. Slavery is forbidden.

Article 5 - No one shall be subjected to torture or cruel, inhuman punishment or treatment. [Hey, Egypt? Yeah, this is for you. STFU now, bitches and give the people what they want.]

Article 6 - Everyone has a right to recognition, no matter where they are because they are a person.

Article 7 - No discrimination. Everyone is equally protected from discrimination.

Article 8 - Everyone has a right to a tribunal [court of justice] if they screw up and violate the rights given to them.

Article 9 - No one shall be subjected to arbitrary [irresponsible; undetermined] arrest, detention [the act or state of being detained], or exile.

Article 10 - Everyone is entitled to an equal and fair public hearing an an impartial court to determine whether he/she is guilty or not.

Article 11 - 1)) Everyone is innocent until proven guilty under a court of law. 2)) If you get in trouble for one thing, you won't have a heavier penalty imposed if you're brought to court fifty years later than the one you'd had when the crime was committed. AND you cannot be accused of an offense if it wasn't an offense when you committed it.

Article 12 - No one shall be subjected to arbitrary [irresponsible; undetermined] interference with their privacy, family, home, or correspondence, nor to attacks on a person's honor or reputation. Everyone has the right to protection by the law. Basically: Fuck not with other people if you don't have a good reason.

Article 13 - 1)) everyone has a right to freedom of movement and residence within the borders of each state. 2)) everyone has the right to leave any country, including their own, and to return to their country.

Article 14 - 1)) Everyone has the right to seek and enjoy protection/sanctuary from persecution in other countries. 2)) This right is null and void if you commit a non-political crime....or if you screw with the United Nations and their principles.

Article 15 - 1)) Everyone has a right to a nationality. 2)) No one shall be deprived of a nationality no denied the right to change their nationality.

Article 16 - 1)) Men and women of age, without limitation due to race, nationality, or religion, have the right to marry and have a family. They are entitled to equal rights of marriage, during marriage, and at its dissolution [the undoing or breaking of a bond;; in this case "divorce"]. 2)) Marriage must be consenting. 3)) The family is part of society and is entitled to protection by society and State.

Article 17 - 1)) Everyone has the right to own property both alone and with other people. 2)) No one gets to fuck with this right. Period.

Article 18 - Everyone has the right to freedom of thought, conscious, and religion; this includes the right to change their religion or belief. They also have the freedom to teach, preach, worship, or simply observe this religion.

Article 19 - Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to have opinions and to seek and receive information and ideas through the media, regardless of frontiers [limits].

Article 20 - 1)) Everyone has their right to freedom of peaceful assembly and association. [Egypt....this is, once again, for you.] 2)) No one may be forced to join an association.

Article 21 - 1)) Everyone has the right to take part in their government either directly or through chosen representatives. 2)) Everyone has equal right to public service. 3)) The will of the people is the basis of the government. Meaning? People are to elect their reps.

Article 22 - Everyone, as a member of society, has a right to social security.

Article 23 - 1)) Everyone has the right to work, to free choice of employment, to just and fair conditions of work, and to protection against unemployment. 2)) Everyone has a right to equal pay. 3)) Everyone who works has a right to just and fair remuneration [compensation], ensuring themself and their family a dignified existence and supplemented, if necessary, by other means of social protection. 4)) Everyone has the right to form an join trade unions to protect themselves.

Article 24 - Everyone has the right to rest and relaxation, including reasonable working hours and some holidays with pay.

Article 25 - 1)) Everyone has the right to a standard of living adequate for the health, well-being of themself and their family, including food, clothing, housing, and medical care and social services if necessary, and the right to security in the event of unemployment, sickness, disability, widowhood, old age, of other lack of livelihood in circumstances beyond their control. 2)) Mothers and kids are entitled to special care and assistance. All children shall be given the same social protection.

Article 26 - 1)) Everyone has a right to education. 2)) Education shall promote understanding, tolerance, and friendhsip among all nations, racial, or religious groups, and shall further the activities of the United Nations for the maintenance of peace. 3)) Parents have the right to choose what kind of education to give to their children.

Article 27 - 1)) Everyone has the right to participate in a community, to enjoy the arts and share in advancements and their benefits. 2)) Everyone has a right to protection of moral and material interests of anything they have created or written. Basically? No plagiarizing.

Article 28 - Everyone is entitled to have their rights fulfilled by a social and international order.

Article 29 - 1)) Everyone has duties in the community so they can be free and prosper. 2)) Treat others how you want to be treated. Don't go and abuse your rights or there will be consequences. 3)) Your rights and freedom may not be used in a manner that will contradict/annoy the United Nations. Anger not the UN.

Article 30 - Nothing in this epic-speech-thingy may be interpreted in a manner that allows you or anyone else to go and engage in an act or activity that aims to destroy any of these rights or freedoms.

Overall: Treat others how you want to be treated. You are innocent until proven guilty. Leave the UN alone and they'll leave you alone. But most importantly: Fuck not with these rights, neither yours nor someone else's.

So you get what I'm saying, everyone?

Basically, I'm saying that this says we're all human. We're all equal. We're all in this together. Stop fucking with your peers, take a stand, make a voice for yourself and the others around you.

27 million people in this world are enslaved at this moment. We could be doing something to prevent this. These articles prove as much.

So why aren’t we?

If we make a choice and be the voice for those who won't speak up for themselves
How many lives would be saved, changed, and rearranged
Now it's our time to pick a side
So don't keep walkin' by
Not wantin' to intervene
'cause you wanna exist and never be seen
So let's wake up and change the world
Our time is now


Ever Yours,
The Night Thief

Monday, January 31, 2011

Rant = HUMANITY, YOU FAIL!

So today, after braving the icy streets, the slick sidewalks, and the terror that is the Piano class for Music Majors, I shuffled my way across the Baker campus, climbed two flights of stairs, and sat down for what I hoped to be a class that was interesting enough that I could keep my eye open.

I didn't expect to be so engaged in the discussion that even now, six odd hours later, I'm still gnawing on the topic.

[rant]

I have no idea where my teacher lives, but it's far enough away that she listens to the news on the way here. And when she turned on the radio in searchh of decent tunage, she got a station broadcasting about a woman about to jump off a bridge in Kansas City.

And the people that couldn't use the bridge were more annoyed by the fact that they were going to be late for work than horrified by the fact that a person no longer had a reason to live.

The radio station was interviewing people, and appearantly someone said something along the lines of, "This bitch is making me late for work, I wish she'd just piss or get off the pot."

It's that terrible?

I understand that things get bad, and people get angry because beign late too often can mean that you'll lose your job... But this woman was about to leap off of a bridge! Do they not understand that she was going to die? That no one cared enough to stop her, not even the police?

After that, our class discussed other situations.

The one that really got to me and set our class discussion in motion was the story of this woman who had been headed home from someone and had been attacked by a robber. It was in the 1970s or 1980s, and I can't remember her name, though as soon as I find out, I'll update this.

In any case, she was headed home at 10-ish at night and she was attacked by a robber who began beating her. There was a huge commotion, and lights began flickering on the the apartments overlooking the scene and the robber, probably thinking someone would have called the police, fled. The woman was in no condition to move, so she lay there, helpless and moaning in agony, waiting for the sirens signaling an ambulence or the police. But no help came, not even from the lit apaertments. A short time later, the robber returned, finished robbing her, killed her, then left.

And still the apartments stayed lit. They'd seen the whole thing, were witness to a murder, and yet nothing had been done.

Their excuse? "I thought someone else would have called the police."

So this is what humanity is becoming? We rely on other people to make things known and get things done?

We talked about the Holocaust for a while, too, about the hows and whys behind the reasoning. Why people went along with Hitler, why they betrayed each other.

Eventually we simply decided that it simply boiled down to the fact that people were terrified about their lives and the lives of their loved ones. Anyone that defied Hitler was rustled up along with the Jews, gypsies, and the homosexuals, and they were put in the camps to die. People did what they did, as they do in every war (included the war depicted in Scott Simon's Pretty Birds), they looked out for themselvesd and their families. They either pretended to agree with Hitler's regime, or they really did.

We talked about other things for a while, all of them related to this topic by the base of them being communities and how they dealt with things when someone mentioned zombies. And something in me clicked.

I'm not sure what came over me, but I ended up raising my hand and saying, "This may sound silly, but the way this sounds, it's like we're all battling some sort of zombie apocalypse, but we're the 'lone survivor', and humanity is the horde of zombies."

And, surprise, surprise, my teacher actually agreed. She said that though she didn't like zombie movies, that was the best anaolgy she'd heard on the case so far. We've all been raised to be independant, to look out for only ourselves, and the result? We're going to survive the zombie invasion! ... But we're also going to live our lives alone and, in a sense, in isolation.

Isn't that ironic?

[/rant]

So, yeah.

Here's humanity for you. And it's just getting worse.

***

In other news, it's slicker than snot outside.

Icy and all that jazz. Can't wait to see what tonight and tomorrow brings. We're currently under a blizzard watch until 6 tomorrow morning, then a warning until tomorrow night/Wednesday mroning. Supposedly 3 inches of ice, 12 to 18 inches of snow, and lots of fun time for my collegemates and I shall ensue shortly.

Why?

Because Baker. Never. Closes.

Anyway, time for choir. Then dinner. Whee!

Ever yours,
And definitely hoping that school is CANCELLED tomorrow,
*fingers crosseD*
The Night Thief

"Uganda: Promptly Investigate Killing of Prominent LGBT Activist"



Published on January 27th, 2011 on Human Rights Watch [www.hwr.org/].

"Police in Uganda should urgently and impartially investigate the killing of the prominent human rights activist David Kato, Human Rights Watch said today. Kato had dedicated his life to fighting for the rights of lesbians, gays, bisexual, and transgender persons (LGBT) in Uganda, facing threats and risks to his personal safety.

The government should ensure that members of Uganda's LGBT community have adequate protection from violence and take prompt action against all threats or hate speech likely to incite violence, discrimination, or hostility toward them, Human Rights Watch said.

"David Kato's death is a tragic loss to the human rights community," said Maria Burnett, senior Africa researcher at Human Rights Watch. "David had faced the increased threats to Ugandan LGBT people bravely and will be sorely missed."

Witnesses told police that a man entered Kato's home in Mukono at around 1 p.m. on January 26, 2011, hit him twice in the head and departed in a vehicle. Kato died on his way to Kawolo hospital. Police told Kato's lawyer that they had the registration number of the vehicle and were looking for it."

There you have it folks, once more, the LGBT community faces a blow in their quest for equality.

Stay tuned for a lovely rant on humanity today. <3

Much love,
The Night Thief

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Titanic in 3D?

When someone says "Titanic", what do you think of?

Personally, I think of James Cameron's movie, the one with the young and incredibly hot Leo Dicaprio, the passion between Jack and Rose, the beautiful blue diamond... That's what I think of.

However, in a year, will I be thinking of things in...3D?

The following review/rant has been taken from Screen Rant. It is not my work, my words, or my opinion.




If you didn’t think Roland Emmerich’s disaster spectacle 2012 had enough destruction in it – and lacked a pivotal third dimension – then here’s some news you’ll be interested in. James Cameron’s Oscar-winning and box office behemoth, Titanic, will be getting a 3D re-release in the Spring of 2012.

We’ve heard rumblings for a long time that Titanic would eventually get a 3D release and more recently Cameron said the aim was to release it in spring of 2012 to coincide with the 100th anniversary of the titular ship’s sinking. Now Los Angeles Times – in a piece celebrating Titanic actress Gloria Stuart’s 100th birthday – has confirmed the aim by saying that Cameron is, “converting the blockbuster into 3-D for re-release in April 2012, the 100th anniversary of the ship’s sinking.”

Now that we know that Titanic will be coming at us in more than two dimensions, it begs the question does it really need to be converted? Aren’t we overrun already with new 3D movies without delving more than a decade into the past and converting a film for re-release? That’s the way I look at it.

However, with Titanic being the second highest-grossing movie of all time (behind Cameron’s own Avatar – he really IS the king of the world! ), I’m sure Cameron is confident it can add a lot more to its $1.8 billion gross, especially with the extra cost of 3D ticket prices.

The thing that bothers me most is not the fact that Titanic is getting a 3D re-release but that it’s being converted into 3D. Now I know that’s an inevitability – unless Cameron can utilize some of the Terminator time travel technology – but this will likely mean the crappy kind of 3D that comes from adding the extra dimension after-the-fact. Those of you unlucky enough to catch Clash of the Titans, for example, will know just how bad post-production 3D conversion can be. Yes it’s Cameron, the Avatar pioneer himself doing the converting, but still…

We’ve now gotten to the point where it’s not just new movies that are in danger thanks to the 3D craze – old movies can’t even hide under the cover of the past. Watch out Wizard of Oz…

What are your thoughts on Titanic getting a 3D re-release? Up for sinking once more, this time in 3D or is this taking things too far? Sound off in the comments below.

Look for Titanic 3D in theaters sometime in April, 2012.

***

Personally, I think it's a good idea. I can't wait to see it.

There's a good chance I'll be at the nearest theater at midnight that night to see it's grand opening. :3

Monday, December 6, 2010

I'm baaaaaaa~ck!

Hello again, dearest stalkers!

It is I, the one and only Night Thief!

And, contrary to popular belief, I did not die.

I know.

Astounding idea, right?

Well, so so you know what's going on, I'm a college student now. (I KNOW! I can't believe it either. And to top it off, I've been at college for almost a full semester now. I feel so OLD! ._.)

My grandpa died rather recently, so I've been dealing with the aftermath of that.

And, of course, with the ending of a semester comes the ever-dreaded finals.

I have a final....pretty much every day until the end of next week.

*facepalm, headdesk*

But just so you know, I did not forget about you. .... Well. I did. But that's beside the point.

I've unforgotten.

And I've got bunches of awesome stuff to say.

Like....

Reviews on Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Let Me In, and Megamind!

.... Haven't read much lately. ... Except Hamlet. And Emma. And misc stuff for a class I dropped. >>'

Meh. Whatever.

I feel bad for not reading as much, but the fact remains that I don't have much time to read.

.... Sigh.

I've got a bunch of new books to read. So maybe I'll just write out some 'views while I'm at it. Let The Right One In.

And Pretty Birds. x3

Okay.

So I'm just killing time until dinner.

Sue me. xD

OH! My friend's back.

He's working on something for theater. Cutting down a song to use for lighting. .... Or something cool like that. :3

*totally lurking*

Ever yours,
and totally having a blast at college
cause I'm a MUSIC MAJOR!
The Night Thief

Monday, September 6, 2010

Book Review :: "If I Stay" by Gayle Forman

I’ve gotten into the habit of scanning the teen literature section of my town’s local Target store whenever my mom and I visit. Even if we’re only there for one or two things, I always go back and scan through the books. If any of them catch my intrest, I write them down and look them up the next time I’m at the library.

It was through this procedure that I stumbled across the book “If I Stay” by Gayle Forman.

The name didn’t hit me at first, but after after grabbing the book from the library, I recognized the hardback-cover as one of the books that had been discussed during the most recent writing club. It had gotten a good, but very sketchy, review. So I put aside the other book I had been reading (“Girl in the Arena” by Lise Haines), and began to enlighten myself as to why the review had been so empty.

Novel::

“If I Stay” by Gayle Forman

Summary::

Mia had everything: a loving family, a gorgeous, adoring boyfriend, and a bright future full of music and full of choices. Then, in an instant, almost all of that was taken away from her. Caught between life and death, between a happy past and an unknowable future, Mia spends one critical day contemplating the only decision she has left -- the most important decision she'll ever make.
Simultaneously tragic and hopeful, this is a romantic, riveting, and ultimately uplifting story about memory, music, living, dying, and loving.

My Thoughts::

“If I Stay” was another one of those books that grabbed me with the first few lines. Of course, it also revolved around music, even from the very beginning, so that was definitely a quick and easy attention-grabber.

This novel was a roller coaster ride of emotions. In a good way, of course, but a severe ride nonetheless. One moment things were going good -- everyone’s outlook was great, smiles all around, jokes in the air, and then disaster strikes and it’s like fighting a losing battle.

The main idea doesn’t exactly show its face until about a third of the way through the story, but once it appears, everything makes sense. My favorite part, the best part, the key to everything:

“It’s okay,” he tells me “If you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.” His voice cracks with emotion. He stops, clears his throat, takes a breath, and continues. “But that’s what I want, and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.”

I don’t often get emotional over books. Movies? Sure. Books? Not so much. But this. This... It was phenominal. I finished that paragraph and tears had begun prickling at my eyes. I finished the remainder of that section and I was crying those silent tears of deep, sorrowful ache.

“If I Stay” is most definitely a must-read.

Rating::

FIVE out of FIVE stars!!

And that’s all for now. Maybe I’ll post a rant or something later?

I’ve seen several decent and not-so-decent movies in the past few weeks. ... And college begins in less than three weeks. So there’s that, too. XDD