Hey self, and anyone passing by...
I know I said I was going to post my reviews of Twilight before, etc. and I'm pretty sure I will STILL do that, but current updates is that it's pretty slow going through the book because I'm fucking bored as hell and can't get through a few paragraphs without becoming irritated. All honesty here, though it's not so much a slight on the books themselves, and more so a general summation of my current feelings while reading.
I'm bored because Bella and Edward seem to be having the same back and forth conversation for far too many pages, and that's all undercut with Bella's over-analyzing every tiny thing said, lovingly interspersed with her admiration of Edward's godlike beauty and deathly pale skin. It's become a bit tedious, that's all.
The irritation comes in from Bella's own personality--how self deprecating she is, how clumsy she is, how much more perfect Edward is than her--alongside Edward's constant brooding of his vampirism. Again, I'm not necessarily saying the series as whole is irrelevant because of this fact (and more relevant BECAUSE of it) but, again, it's just my brutal honesty as a reader.
Funnily enough, while having trouble with Twilight itself, I'm nearly through with the so-called Twilight rip-off, Fifty Shades of Grey. While there is plenty not-so positive feelings rising inside me from my experience here, I'm nearly through and wondering if I should just post my thoughts on that.
Might as well, I suppose.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Just a thought...
So, I decided to reread the Twilight books (yes, that Twilight, those books) and then post my reviews/thoughts and overall impressions of my re-discovering the series here.
What I can say, is that I feel Twilight has reached the status of similarly being "old news" and dare I even say legendary? For a trawl backward to see what made it so iconic in the first place. Now, the first book came out in '05, last book finished in '08, so that's been about six or so years (forgive me, my math is terrible!) ago. Pretty lengthy time, and I just felt the need to blow the dust off and compare how I look at the series now, being nearly out of college vs. how I looked at the series when I was in high school.
I was an ardent-ish anti-Twi-hard back then. While I wasn't for burning the books (that's just a crime not even bad literature should suffer) or bashing Meyer online and declaring I would burn her house down or something stupid like that, I just thought the books were terrible. I attempted to read them, but I could never make it pass the first ten or so chapters.
Recently, I started the second book first, made it to the middle of the book, and then decided to pause and head back to the first. I enjoy the progression of a long story, seeing how it develops, what changes, etc.
It's for fun, I suppose, in the name of doing it for the experience and rounding out my dismal summer vacation with something vaguely constructive. What I could do is post my impressions of what I have read so far, though I wanted to finish the whole thing before moving on to the other books.
What I can say, is that I feel Twilight has reached the status of similarly being "old news" and dare I even say legendary? For a trawl backward to see what made it so iconic in the first place. Now, the first book came out in '05, last book finished in '08, so that's been about six or so years (forgive me, my math is terrible!) ago. Pretty lengthy time, and I just felt the need to blow the dust off and compare how I look at the series now, being nearly out of college vs. how I looked at the series when I was in high school.
I was an ardent-ish anti-Twi-hard back then. While I wasn't for burning the books (that's just a crime not even bad literature should suffer) or bashing Meyer online and declaring I would burn her house down or something stupid like that, I just thought the books were terrible. I attempted to read them, but I could never make it pass the first ten or so chapters.
Recently, I started the second book first, made it to the middle of the book, and then decided to pause and head back to the first. I enjoy the progression of a long story, seeing how it develops, what changes, etc.
It's for fun, I suppose, in the name of doing it for the experience and rounding out my dismal summer vacation with something vaguely constructive. What I could do is post my impressions of what I have read so far, though I wanted to finish the whole thing before moving on to the other books.
Monday, August 11, 2014
Don't Know Why I Didn't Come
(on a small note, I've been thinking about passive-aggressively playing this song after some bad sex. I love you, Norah)
Wanna know something funny? I just spent an hour so hunting down this article published on Buzzfeed. It was a list of authors/writers who use social media a lot (would still love a link). One writer in particular I immediately connected with: she hadn't written her book yet, but was still tweetin' and blogging about her efforts. I was trying to find her website to see if it was "okay" for me to put (what I consider) rather banal things on my blog.
Doesn't that sound awfully silly?
It does to me. An hour of my time wasted to look for validation. I'm always trying to do that. So many of us are always trying to do that, and while it's not such a bad thing, I realize that I could have just started writing and saved myself the trouble.
I'm always trying to validate this blog. I'm always trying to validate my reasons for writing what I write on here, or find valid things to be written on here. I tell myself I'm "looking for inspiration" but I'm just wasting time. And I'm so tired at the end of the search.
I'm going through something right now. I just am. That's hard to admit, but that's my life at this instant. I just got out a bad, bad relationship. An abusive one. Everyday, I experience these horrible flashbacks of what he did, or said, and I just sit and stare and get so angry. Or so sad. I feel trapped. How do I stop feeling this awful hurt? I try to talk it out, I try to engage those moments, but it's still like plunging back into a dark, dark hole. I hate being in that place. I don't know if it's natural or not; it just hurts like hell.
I suppose it might be having some effect on my writing, but it's just having a plain effect on everything. I see his face, remember the way he smelled, or the feeling of his mouth on mine--I get so sick. I wanna cry. I feel this bad ache in my chest and I just wish it would stop.
I guess I just needed to say that.
Wanna know something funny? I just spent an hour so hunting down this article published on Buzzfeed. It was a list of authors/writers who use social media a lot (would still love a link). One writer in particular I immediately connected with: she hadn't written her book yet, but was still tweetin' and blogging about her efforts. I was trying to find her website to see if it was "okay" for me to put (what I consider) rather banal things on my blog.
Doesn't that sound awfully silly?
It does to me. An hour of my time wasted to look for validation. I'm always trying to do that. So many of us are always trying to do that, and while it's not such a bad thing, I realize that I could have just started writing and saved myself the trouble.
I'm always trying to validate this blog. I'm always trying to validate my reasons for writing what I write on here, or find valid things to be written on here. I tell myself I'm "looking for inspiration" but I'm just wasting time. And I'm so tired at the end of the search.
I'm going through something right now. I just am. That's hard to admit, but that's my life at this instant. I just got out a bad, bad relationship. An abusive one. Everyday, I experience these horrible flashbacks of what he did, or said, and I just sit and stare and get so angry. Or so sad. I feel trapped. How do I stop feeling this awful hurt? I try to talk it out, I try to engage those moments, but it's still like plunging back into a dark, dark hole. I hate being in that place. I don't know if it's natural or not; it just hurts like hell.
I suppose it might be having some effect on my writing, but it's just having a plain effect on everything. I see his face, remember the way he smelled, or the feeling of his mouth on mine--I get so sick. I wanna cry. I feel this bad ache in my chest and I just wish it would stop.
I guess I just needed to say that.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
HEY HEY HEY
I feel fantastic...hey...hey...hey....
No, I really don't, but ohmygod isn't this video CREEPY AS HELL
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