Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Where does time go?

It always seems to me like I have more time than I know what to do with, but before I realize it, it's gone. I have class three days a week, and work two, so that should leave me with two free days, right? Wrong. Where does it go? I have been trying to figure it out. Monday, I have class six to ten. What do I do in the early evening? Sleep, eat, read, homework, etc. Tuesday? Same deal. Wednesday? I work noon to five. After five? Relax, do homework, clean the house, spend time with Anthony, etc. Thursday? Class day. Friday? Day off, right? Well, for the most part, but usually I end up working on homework or helping other people with their work/cleaning/babies etc. Saturday? Same deal. Sunday? I work.

Should I start keeping my Fridays free? My Saturdays? I'm not sure how important all of this is.

I'm realizing that those that were there for me the most, I'm hardly around now. I don't like being so busy, and therefore may leave others to their own business and spend more time with my family. Tibbs and Lil, for one, David, Jeanna, and Joyce for another. My heavens, it's Thanksgiving already. It's been years since I've seen David, Jeanna, and Joyce, it's been a month or so since I've seen Tibby and Lil.

Am I really so tired with school? What on earth is it about using one's brain that makes them dead on their days off?

Not that anyone here can tell, but it's almost three in the morning, I work tomorrow, and I'm up blogging.

I just kept thinking; what did I do today? Really. I stayed in bed until one. I got up, worked on my powerpoint. I ate a hot-pocket. I went to class. Got out at eight (finals today, when I was done, I could go). Went home. Tiffani came with (that's a wholly different story there). I watched Legend of the Seeker with Anthony and Tiffani. Then bed. Then no sleeping. Emailed Jeanna, now blog.

Are my priorities screwed? Am I just incredibly tired? I know school is a lot of work. I do have quite a bit of homework, but I need to spend my time off better.

Tibby, if you read this, I now live five minutes away, as opposed to, like, an hour or so, and I have Fridays and Saturdays off, so if you want to come out/want me to come out totally let me know.


Sunday, November 14, 2010

Lost by Gregory Maguire

LostMy rating: 2 of 5 stars

From what I knew, Gregory Maguire rewrote stories and fairy-tales into the "true story" for adults, which I enjoyed quite a bit with Wicked.

Lost, however, is a wholly new story that references A Christmas Carol, Jack the Ripper, Peter Pan, and Alice in Wonderland. This sounds like an interesting concept, I'm sure, but while G.M. is throwing the references in here and there, it's like he forgot about the main story line. Winnie/Wendy/Ophelia/Opal the main character comes to town, finds that her cousin (and former lover apparently, but you have to read that in the book, it isn't on the dust jacket or anything), John is missing. She stays in his house, harasses John's neighbors, employers, and girlfriend about his whereabouts (turns out he was just avoiding her). Contractors are fixing the house when she arrives, they bust down a wall and let out a ghost of some sort. The ghost possesses a cat and makes it eat other cats, then possesses an old lady and makes her eat cats, too. While this is going on, you don't know it's a possession, though, you believe that it was just the old lady being bonkers and eating her cats. You find out at the end of chapter 4. Winendophelal throws a temper tantrum at her cousin when he comes back into the picture, she runs away, she goes to see the old lady, and then she herself becomes possessed.

Honestly, if you want to skip the first two chapters all together, just read the back of the book.

The main character answers all questions with a snide remark or another question. Reading Lost is like playing one of those three-dollar PC games where you have to investigate some strange happenings, no one gives you a straight answer, and at the end you find out the bad guy is the person that asked for help in the first place.

I read a lot of bad reviews about the book before I read it. I didn't hear the best things about Wicked before I read it either and I was pleasantly surprised, unfortunately Lost didn't have the same effect on me.

If someone should happen to read it and decide that it is a great book, I would love to speak to this person and get their point of view. I'm almost hoping there was a deeper meaning in there somewhere that I just missed.

Though this was not the best book ever, I'll probably still continue to read Gregory Maguire books just for the twisted fairy-tale fun.

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Sunday, November 07, 2010

The Color Purple by Alice Walker

The Color PurpleMy rating: 4 of 5 stars

Well, the language was a pain to get through, but I read it with a friend, and in discussing the story and what was going on, I became really attached to the characters and their growth as people. If you start to read it, and are having a hard time, find some one to discuss it with.

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