A Peek into My Mind

First and foremost, I give you cats what you want and what my site is becoming known for: a picture of a baby corgi.

yet another pic of a corgi puppy

This pic was linked to me by Amy T

This was from the header of a funny story about Rick Santorum.

My friends link me things with corgis and about The Hunger Games, because they know these things make me happy and my friends are awesome. Except for Chantz, who linked me an angry reviewer screaming a review about how bad The Hunger Games movie is. Chantz is an asshole. I don’t care how bad it is. I’m going to see it tomorrow DAMNIT.  Angry reviewer man is not the boss of me.

So, this morning my friend Cynthia linked me this:

Apparently, no one is the boss of Kristen Bell AND she loves The Hunger Games.

I think there are worse things to be known than corgis and The Hunger Games.

So, I have a baby shower next Saturday, and I am excited to go, but, as we all know,I have the whole social anxiety thing. I’ve been thinking it over in my head a lot so I can prepare it for myself. I realized I have a pretty awesome anxiety.

We all know I am not very good at being a real woman. I love kids, and I find cute baby stuff awesome, but I am completely clueless. Not only am I completely clueless, but I am also VERY adept at saying the wrong thing at exactly the right time.

I think terrible things like hooking up both boobs to a breast pump at the same time and seeing which one wins a race to pump the most the fastest. I even imagine an announcer calling it like a horse race. “Left breast is in the lead by a few milliliters, can right breast catch up in time?”

No woman in her right mind would find that funny or appropriate, so I know not to say those things. Well, my brain is very busy filtering things like that, I know some other, less obvious shit, will break through. I also know I develop Tourette’s syndrome the second I get into a situation that makes me uncomfortable. The more nervous I am, the more f-bombs I drop.

In my mind, I am going to walk into Angela’s baby shower and within ten minutes swear up a blue streak and make at least five uncouth comments about tits and vaginas. THIS IS WHY MY FRIENDS CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.

I am going to work on convincing myself that they knew it was a very real possibility when they invited me. Really, it is their fault that I will probably involuntarily offend everyone in the lovely, lady-like shower before the afternoon is over. They invited me. Never invite me to things unless you are willing to accept the consequences.  The bonus is that everyone will be knocked up, so there won’t be booze and the potential disaster that booze always brings.

Yep, I can handle being known for corgis and The Hunger Games

 
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What I Did Last Night (Read The Hunger Games)

So instead of writing last night,  I sent out my first submission letter, which felt like a huge deal, even though it probably isn’t. I thought about my where to go next with my story. I also read The Hunger Games By Suzanne Collins. I consider it working, sorta.

I have accidentally started reviewing things on my site. It is unintentional. It started with my adventures in reading Twilight. I don’t think I would normally have written about this book, except I found myself trying to explain it on Facebook. By the way, I’ve finished the Twilight Saga. I’ve decided that I had a lot of fun making fun of the first two, but I felt mean afterwards. I didn’t like them because they were romances, heavy teenage romances. I am not exactly the audience for that. The last two had some interesting ideas, and the secondary characters played a far bigger role in the story, giving me characters to relate to. I don’t think I can be made to watch the movies though. I am just not that into pretty people.

The cover of the book The Hunger Games

The cover of the book in question.

Anyway, back to the book in question, my sister lent me this book, and I started reading it last night at about 11pm and finished it at 6am. I read it straight through, that quickly, for a few reasons.

First, it is a fairly uncomplicated read. I don’t mean that in a bad way, either. Some writers get very involved in their own worlds when they write that they have a hard time making the story accessible for those of us who don’t live there, too. I also think some writers get off on how awesome they are when they write books that require the reader to have post-it notes to keep things straight. I think it says a lot for Collins writing that she allows her readers to rush through an unfamiliar world without feeling lost. I think this is because of the strength of the main character, and we follow her bewilderment at the entire situation.

Second reason: the main character is great. Actually, I think all of the characters are great. I love that Collins is able to write first person point of view so well. First of all, first person is hard to do well. I think that is one of my main gripes about that aforementioned series is that the main character is not someone I can slip myself into (that sounds so dirty), and in the first person point of view, that character is vital. I can’t fathom Collins ability to show us how other characters feel when the main character is oblivious to them herself. I don’t know if non-writers will be as impressed as I was, but, I respect the writing immensely.

Third reason: it is a dystopian  novel. I love me a good dystopian novel. I read Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut in 10th grade and I have been hooked since. (Dystopias novels about worlds that are heavily controlled by the state under the premise of protecting the people. Some good examples are 1984, Brave New World, or Demolition Man though it is technically a movie.) Not only is it a dystopian novel, but it is a dystopian novel for GIRLS. The only other dystopian book for women  I can think of is Hand Maid’s Tale, but The Hunger Games is written for teenage girls. I can’t express how amazing it is that there is a sharp, politically relevant, gritty, smart book written for the teenage female audience. I would have killed for this when I was a teenager.

I guess I really, really dug the book. I didn’t realize how much until I started writing about it. Now, just to get my hands on the other two.

 
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