Back to Tampa
So tomorrow I will be back in the warmt of my beloved Tampa Bay c: I miss it, I crave the familiar streets and friends that are at most 30 minutes away. I just… Wanna go home. This is not to say I dont enjoy my time here but I just cant shake home. Atlanta is a city of flashy, arrogant people (Well the ones I saw) Its entirely to busy for absolutely no reason. No one, it seems, wants to see the each other progress. Im just really missing the beach and the sand.. My bestfriend and my other family. I love, love, loveeee being with my mom, time spent with her is never dull. However, happiness lies in Tampa for me, right now!
GPR of the Month!
GPR= GUILTY PLEASURE READS
These are the books that the supposed “readers” like to turn their noses up at! People have different interpretations of whats supposed to make up a great book, but I just think it should leave you feeling something. Something you enjoy feeling. And these books do that for me when I need to get my mind off things. Nothing to complex or to lame. Just right for a rainy Sunday morning C: So cheers to the GPR of the month The Coffin Club.
We accept the love we think we deserve.
I fucking HATE ROACHES! At damn near 3:13 this black, slimy MF comes dropping out of the vent and flops so hard onto the floor that I hear him plop! -___- My little sister, being the person she is, brings out the Fabuloso so we could try and kill him… Really?… Household cleaner? The bastard is the size of a small child! So we slapped him with a broom a couple of times and now theres a big cup right over him. Maybe tomorrow i’ll think about how disgusted I am some more!
It’s kinda funny
Its the end of senior year. All my friends are either enyoing the last couple of weeks of school or are at the beach celebrating their pending freedom. Me? Im stuck at home with the worst case of Strep Throat my doctors seen in her office. Yep, life officially sucked at that point -_- For some reason we went to Walmart and I luggged along looking through the entertainment section, like always, and there it was. That cheesy, garbage show i’d heard about all my life. No one I knew ever really watched it. We all assumed it was a very cliched, piece of crap! But since it was running $5 for each season I figured why not. It only went to about S4, and I didnt really plan on finishing it. Long story short I ended up sprawled out on my living room floor with all the blankets and fluids I could stand, dvd player set. I KID YOU NOT, by the time I heard that intro song I was hooked. I mean Id heard the song before, many times. But not this way. Here were these kids in all white, twirling in the sand and laughing aimlessly with one another and it made me feel like I had stumbled upon something I was gonna really appreciate. By the time I had watched all the seasons I could not get enough! I begged my mom to take me back so I could get the rest, but the seasonal promotion for it was over and Walmart had discontinued selling it. I was crushed! Now im 21 and I finally have all the seasons and I still havent watched em all. I guess im stalling because I just dont want Capeside to fade away. I dont want to forget how much it means. Its just a show but for some reason it means more. It could be because I can relate in so many different ways. Who knows? You know, Ive never forgiven Pacey for what he did to Joey. But ive never given up on them either. Ughhh :D
One of the ways to know your a REAL reader?
Even when you pick up a book and the first few chaprters are horrible, you keep reading anyway. Your mind, unlike anyone elses, is nourished by the written word:
The mysteries behind the stoic faces and dark romances kept secret intrigue you. Then, like magic, you find what you’ve never been looking for.
And somehow this simple novel, made up of nothing more than concept and assumptions becomes something great. A rare diary that youve found and keeep close to your heart.
Well… Thats how I found out lol.
P.S. If you dont have any sense of imagination, you should stick to reading only when neccesary.