sequels.

The fourth/last book of the Eragon series is coming out on November 2011.
I forget the entire plot up to that point, leaving me with a vague idea that it had to do with dragons.
But I really liked the series in fifth grade. 
Which pretty much means that I need reread the three books before I buy the last one to refresh myself on what's happening.
And they're all over 600 pages.
Meaning, by the time I'm done reading through them all, some loser would have already spoiled the entire plot of the fourth book.

Did I tell you that I was told that Dumbledore died when I was in line to buy the sixth book of Harry Potter?  So thank you, anonymous nine year old, for ruining my entire Harry Potter experience.

In general, I don't like series that drag on forever.
Especially those books that you think doesn't have a sequel.
And you think that it's great, with lots of suspense leading up to very end, and you think that everything is going to be explained,  and then it's all like,

HAHAHA! You thought you'd get a decent ending? Well, you're going to have to pay another $20 for another overpriced hardcover book coming out in June to find out what happens!

Are. You. Joking. ABVDKLJFDKNK.

some people just shouldn't write books.

You've probably heard of the reality TV show Jersey Shore.  If you haven't, it's 45 minutes of watching spray-tanned teenagers yelling, hooking up, going to the gym, and partying.

And now a star member of this show has written a book.
Snooki's book "A Shore Thing" was released on Jan. 4, 2011.
That's ridiculous.

From what I read on Amazon, it's about this girl and her cousin, who go to Jersey Shore for the summer. They both meet boys and have drama and then everything works out. The end.

It's hard to make your writing reality.
JK Rowling wrote the first words of Harry Potter on a dinner napkin.
Stephen King had to use multiple pen names to get his books published. 

I think that books should be meaningful.
They should have depth and at least have a message in it.
But then Snooki rolls on in, and produces a shiny book with her face on the cover.

That's just...
I can't even put the proper words to describe what I'm feeling right now.
Ugh.
Stop Snooki.
Just stop.

snow.

IT'S SNOWING!!
asbdvlsdfjdkdnsnowsnowsnowsnow.

Our school was really pumped about it, since it started snowing on the last period of the day.
Everyone was dancing outside after class.
And my friend Alex was running around saying that it was a Christmas miracle.

Of course, there was always that one kid who was all,

I'm Jewish.

But hey. You don't have to be Christian to enjoy the miracle.

I especially love new snow. I love the feeling of stomping all over it, and knowing that the little boot tracks are from me, not from some random moose or something. 

And I love knowing that I was the very first person to experience it.

Here's a song that I listen to that makes me happy. Like new snow. Tee hee. (:

... and I hope swim practice is canceled. <3 Fi

i've never been so nervous in my life.

I just came back from my first interview.
For a private high school.
And I'm still freaking out, even though it's over.

Did I do okay?
Did I answer the questions right?
Did I seem way too stupid?
Was I polite enough?
Did I talk too much?
Did I dress too casual?
Did I make a good impression?
Was it okay that I didn't get my interviewer's email?
Was it bad how I said my favorite subject was history even though my interview was a math teacher?
Was it a bad choice to say I wasn't very athletic?
Was it a bad idea to say that I wasn't good at art?
Did I insult the interviewer in any way?
Should I email my tour guide?
Did I forget to say something important?


The stress is killing me slowly. <3 Fi

october?

So today, I was coming home from morning swim practice. And then I see this huge sign that was  screaming "YARD SALE!". It even had a little happy face balloon attached to it.

And I have this awkward weakness for yard sales. So I let loose a high pitched scream, causing my mom to slam on the brakes. And causing her to think I'm dying from a combination of exhaustion and overdose of chlorine.

But it's okay. I just want to go to the yard sale.

So we both bust our butts trying to find it. (We both love them.) It didn't help that the sign was one of those annoyingly simple arrows that pretty much points in a random direction. And then, on our fifth cycle around the entire general neighborhood, I realize that the date on the sign was October 1st.

Today is the 2nd.

Happy bleeping October.

And now I hate this month. Even though it has the best weather. Because yard sales trump weather.


Sorry Mother Nature. Don't take it personally. <3 Fi