Last of my Book Stash

Lately we have been having more money problems then usual, but I have bought all the groceries we needed today. Unfortunately with the lack of spare cash there is also no way for me to acquire more books, and I finished the last on I had the other day. It was the last of the Kitty Norville series in print called Kitty's Big Trouble by Carrie Vaughn, and I liked it alot as I do the rest of the series. This one had weird Chinese magic and gods with Kitty deviling into heroic figures of history to see if they were part of the paranormal. I only regret that I don't have more books to look forward to for a while, but in the mien time I'm thinking about getting one of those Kindel Fires that are coming out. Although the idea of not getting the real life book is pretty intimidating to me because I love my library I've collected, and just don't think reading will be the same. Then there is the thought of the devise getting wet or ruined and loosing all the books on it is scarey as hell. So until then I'm just going to fill up my Amazon.com wish list of all the books I want, and maybe sometime soon I can get them. Now I'm starting to play video games again, and Gears of War 3 is my new favorite game ever made. I met my boyfriend playing the second one so you could say it has become a big part of my life because me and him can play it together. The weather has started to change to the cool fall type, and I'm already craving Halloween candy. Maybe this year I'll dress up my new kitty, but I wonder what he'll be?

Unexpected Aliens

Found out my cat is a boy, and in a way that kind of explains a lot about how he acts. Now he is on the way to being completely spoiled rotten along with his sister who is already a little queen. Unfortunately my Liqourish is a climber, and has woken us up in the middle of the night from knocking things off our nightstands. So I am in the market for a cat tree that he can climb as much as his heart desires, but they are very expensive to buy. Most are at least a hundred dollars with shipping and handling, and I don't think they should be that high. Other then that I've been exercising more because of my recent weight gain and finished another book. This one was a first for me though due to the fact that it was a science fiction romance with aliens and everything. It is called Awaken Me Darkly by Gena Showalter, and absolutely everything she writes is pure gold so I took a chance on it. I was defiantly rewarded for it, and plan to obtain the whole series. I could see tiny similarities to her Lords of the Underworld series, but it stood on it's own two feet with characters and story. Plus the aliens have lots of interesting abilities that can be very wicked if you understand my meaning. *sigh* I got my cat a cheap fuzzy mouse and now him and his sister fight over it so she has to have one. I just had to go take it from his sister who hid it from him then when I brought him to my room decided it was safe to sleep with it. He is currently playing with it happily at my feet in response to it's return. They are as bad as kids.

       

Wayward Kittens

Last night we were visited by a couple of sister kittens, and now it looks like they will be staying with us. There is a gray long haired one with white socks that my boyfriend's sister is going to try to keep, and for the record she is a little fatty. I get her sister who is black with white socks, but she is somewhat skittish until you pet her. We each brought the cats in our rooms, and the first thing mine did was run from my boyfriend. I don't know what it is, but animals run in fear of my boyfriend. We used to feed the ducks together and they all wouldn't go anywhere near him with exception of a fat black duck. I figure the food was just more important to it then self preservation, but it seems my new black kitty doesn't feel the same. Once I got is calmed down and was petting it the little thing went happily to sleep, but not until it made purring sounds and licked my hand. That's when I came up with the name Liquorish for her since she is black and licks things when she is happy. Besides that I started and finished a new book from the Night Huntress series by Jeaniene Frost called One Grave at a Time, and it was a real page turner. A half-vampire turned vampire name Cat hunts down a witch burning ghost who torments women on Halloween when he has a body. The ghost used to be a witch hunter in his previous life, but he would just use that as a cover because he despised women in general. Eventually good triumphs over evil, and looking back it's ironic because she has a black cat too.

   

Werewolves ate my Shoes

I precariously risked my life on a great adventure today riding the public bus to go shopping. To be honest, for some that may not be that much of a journey, but it made me nervous as the flights to California did. All I wanted was to get out of the house mainly, and I did along with buy a bunch of new clothes for job interviews. Unfortunately I chickened out on taking the bus back so we got picked up by my boyfriend's brother. The bounty I acquired though from my little adventure was very rewarding because along with my three new tops I got a pair of shoes and a new book. I am holding off on reading the book though because I still have a few others left to go through, and it seems one of our neighbors actually received a book delivery accidentally. It was given to me when we got home so I felt it was an added bonus to the day's events. I finished that dragon shifter book with tears in my eyes at the happy ended it had, and am grateful to have read it. The stories in that series always keep you pulled in to the end, but now I'm reading a werewolf. It's a book by Carrie Vaughn called Kitty Goes to War, and I happen to have to catch up to this series so I have the next book too. Yeah I know the idea of a werewolf named Kitty is ironic, but it adds a bit of flavor then a name I couldn't possibly pronounce out loud like with dragon shifters. I think they just take alphabet soup and whatever letters are in their spoon they use to make a name, but odds are they use some type of name generator or something like it. Either way I got a cute pair of heels today, and can't wait for my next interview to really wow them.

     

Tediously Not Tenacious

The other night I had a dream about breaking a mirror, and it made me wonder if that would cause me bad luck in real life. With my present position I couldn't really take much more bad mojo, but maybe it symbolizes the opposite. When I apply to some jobs tomorrow I could hold out hope that one will reply. Although with my trip this December not many will be interested in me, and on the other hand I could be a commodity. There was a girl at one of my group interviews who was nice, but she was in school and was moving in a year. With all these issues she was still hired with someone else who couldn't string a sentence together. I might be at a loss financially, but intellectually I have been rewarded with the ending of my last book. It wasn't a pretty or very happy ending, but it was an entertainingly realistic one with a good few twists and turns. Now I'm onto one by G.A. Aiken called The Dragon Who Loved Me, and even though it is the fifth of the series it still has that same feel as the others. The characters are human and dragon shifters from various clans and areas, but all of them are very funny and complex. I love books that contain comedy as well as a great story, but this series also has different stories going at once so it keeps you interested. Well I will go read some more so wish me hopes of good luck. Quick note: the picture of this man's body is insanely sexy :)

 

Ghost of Indifference

To start off you could say in not one to stick out in a crowed because when you look at a crowed the more unique a person is the more your eyes notice them. In retrospect I could try to stand out, but it wouldn't be in a favorable light compaired to those around me. So I'm the gray part of the crowed that blends in with my bland looks and avrage evrything, but I would hope my persoality is something of a novilty. I'm blunt, honest, and easygoing, but nothing seems to stop other people from avoiding me. Outside right now I hear people laghing and enjoying themselves along with my boyfriend and I'm like a ghost looking in the window at someone else's christmas. Suposidly I should feel bad and unwanted, but it doesn't really bother me. I wonder if that means there is something wrong with me, but I think I'm just one of those people that isn't very socialable. I would rather be with my books then with others, and I've already read through most of the book I just picked up. It's called Vicious Grace by M.L.N. Hanover, and It is really visually apealing. The book involves a hospital that was designed like Red Rose in that Sephen King book, but for a perpouse that is less then expected. It was made to be a jail for a monster. I haven't goten to the end yet so I can't elaborate, and I'm probably dragging it out not wanting to finish it. Parting is such sweet sorrow...

   

Mind Over Malice

Amazingly my boyfriend had an interview today, but with the insane distance to said interview the lack of planning the opportunity quickly fizzled out. Even though I made sure he woke up on time he didn't write down directions so they had to comeback moments after they left for them. Then even with the direction they ended up coming back anyway after getting lost, but still he tries to manage to make it my fault? I was so engrossed with my new edition to the Book of the Hollows series by Kim Harrison called Pale Demon (which by the way I finished) to even pay attention to his comings and goings. He knows it too because all he got out of me was a good luck and swift kick out the door. This last book made me cry a little, and to me those are the best ones. I know it is probably debasing myself to admit this, but if you can get so wrapped up in a story that you loose the ability to control your emotions then consider the author's job a success. Also an added benefit to challenging my brain to comprehend as much as I do in a short length of time is when I go to bed it is completely worn out. Now that I have books again I can sleep, but deep down it can only be a temporary fix till I can find a job. Life doesn't contain the necessary challenges if your unemployed to stay focused and strive for something, and I feel at a loss to admit I'm failing in health because of it. My mind is begging for entertainment through puzzles like social environments provide, and my body lacks the exorcize it needs with the stress of the workplace. I know logically I could go and exorcize, but there is just no strive to anything lately. It could be the depression talking, but at least I know what the next book I'm going to read is. After a witch/demon book I'm leaning toward a paranormal hunter book, but reminding me of the the last books to this series isn't needed because it was so memorable. Voodoo, shape-shifters, and love triangles are all the rage in New Orleans in the last one so I'm excited about it. 

         

Books and Boyfriends

I started reading one of my new books, but my boyfriend has not made the task an easy one for me. Whenever I try to curl up in a corner he follows me and then is either too loud or distracts me. Of course it didn't help that we had a argument over nothing of any real consequence so I was upset a good bit of the evening. I ended up drinking a bit of liqueur and I must say I felt good the rest of the night nothing could bother me. I can see how someone could become an alcoholic, but the habit is too expensive compared to the book one I have now. Even with all the issues I had yesterday I still managed to read over half my new installment of the House of Night series. I like it for the realistic portrayal of emotional issues the main character goes through, but there is still the paranormal aspect to it that gets my attention. I will probably finish it with one more sit down, but hopefully I could do it without any interruptions. Other then that, I got a new addition to my Farmville farm that I play on Facebook with my family. Due to the distance between me and my mom I started playing the game to keep in touch, but ended up getting addicted myself. My mother loves my farm because I like to decorate and make small areas with like objects so it feels right to me. Each section has it's own theme, and now I can't stop buying things to put on it. As for my dreams last night they were not very savory so I am not going to go into details, but they were not too bad. I just haven't felt in a good place of mind lately so it is logical to assume my dreams would reflect that. 

         

Confounding Computer

I have entertained the speculation that my computer has mood swings, but the worst part of childish fits is that the computer will refuse to work. That is why I missed a day of my blog because it didn't want to work till three this morning, and I chose sleep over giving in to its temptation. The vexing part of the technological age is that we rely on computers and other forms of electronics for everything. I on the other hand enjoy their virtual rewards as much as the next person, but it is more like a love/hate relationship. Yesterday I want for a walk to the park, and it was nice to see the translucent full moon over the mountains. I was dusk so the sky was shades of purple, pink, and soft blue with the colors bleeding into the moon it reminded me of a desktop background. That is when I noticed how sad our existence with computers has made us because the sky shouldn't remind me of the background the background should remind me of the sky. In other news I received the first installment of the books I ordered, and look forward to reading them over the next few days. I'm currently trying to decide what order I'm going to read them in, but either way I'll have to refresh myself on the recent events of each series. I would write more this evening, but as I said the books are here so I will have to write extra tomorrow.
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Unlucky Magical Fish

Today was especially unsavory due to my streak of bad luck lately. First the computer has a fit and doesn't want to work for a while, but when that works itself out the TV does the same thing. Then when I go to pick up my books after dropping off some applications the post office was closed. To add insult to injury, the list of times they are suppose to be open was on the door and I was there hours before it should have closed. The only good thing that has happened to me was I slept through the who evening, but that may also have to do with the inscription I wrote on my wrist before going to bed. I dug into my old Wicca stuff to see if I can ascertain a method to insure that I rest and found some symbols that would be useful. I used the sign for protection as a base (which is three circles together) then added the symbols for healing (three circles of different sizes stacked with a line going through them), physical strength (four circles together with X's in them), and sleep(three Z's put together). Though I slept rather soundly I still had a weird dream, and I will try to describe it as best I can. It was a family of four getting visited by the husband's father. The husband was going to grill dinner out my the big pool in the back yard and his blond wife was makeing desert in the kitchen. While the father sat watching his son put the meat on the BBQ his grandchildren came out to play in the yard. The boy was big for his age, but his older sister was very bossy and stuck up. She would order her brother to push her on the swings, and the father didn't think that was right. When his son yield into the kitchen for his wife to bring out the corn she replied that he needed to get it himself because her hands are full. The father pulled his son aside and demanded he stand up for himself to set an example to the boy. So in retaliation the husband told his wife he needed the corn now and to drop what she is doing so she can bring it to him. Something slams in the kitchen and she comes out with the corn upset, but when she sees her father in law she figures out what is happening. She gives him a stare that promises retribution, and goes back in the house. The boy pushes down his sister, and she starts crying and runs off into the jungle on the other side of the pool. The husband follows after the girl, but as he goes deeper into the jungle he starts to turn into a ape. The father fallows in after him and instantly turns into a gorilla, and they find the girl has climbed high into a tree. The husband still has human features to he begs the girl to jump into his arms, but she was resistant. Soon she jumps down into her dads arms and they all leave the jungle together. When they get back to the yard they all fall into the pool and turn into large tropical fish. The wife and boy jump in to pull them out of the water, but the husband and girl think it's fun splashing around as fish. Soon the wife and boy start laughing with them, but the father is angry and calls them stupid for enjoying the situation. So the wife whispers something into the boy's ear then he swims over to the father and grabs him. The rest of the family watches as the boy pulls the fish-like father out of the pool and lays him on the grill. Everybody laughs harder as the father cusses while he starts to bake then hops of the BBQ onto the ground very mad. This is when I woke up thinking that whatever it is causing these dreams I need to stop eating it.

                   

Diamonds and Donuts

I got a message in the mail telling me my books are here, and all I have to do is go pick them up. I would be more excited if I had the energy to be, but lately sleep tends to dance just out of reach. These extra strength sleeping pills that I take before attempting to rest have not been very affective, and the lack of sleep weighs me down during the day. I want a job so that I have something to wear me out and focus on to alive this issue, but alas that aspect is not forthcoming. People don't seem to want to hire you if your unemployed, and you can't get employed unless someone hires you. Then the same goes for experience, but no one will take the chance you can do the job without it being on your resume. It is an undeniably idiotic example of a Catch 22 where no matter what I do there is absolutely no way to move ahead of my debilitating situation. At least I had a rather fun dream last night in one of the few hours I managed to sleep. I was with my boyfriend looking for a place to eat, and it was raining outside. We come across a real fancy jewelry store, but I can smell the aroma of food coming from it. After passing a guard at the door, there are lots of glass displays throughout the store, but the interesting thing was that they were filled with pastries along with the jewels. The clientele roaming around the store were rich and didn't seem to notice me and my boyfriend come in. As I looked at the beautiful rings and necklaces a saw raspberry tarts and cinnamon twists displayed in the same manner as the jewels and just as expensive. There was a bakery in the vault where the back stock of diamonds are kept, and I grew more hungry by the minuet. So I searched for my favorite doughnut (the chocolate covered cream filled kind), but that was when I noticed there were no chocolate pastries in the entire store. When I asked the guard about it he said it was a rich person thing and asked us to leave. As I walked out I realized I had something in my pocket, and when I pulled it out it was a chocolate covered doughnut. I turned to the big guard and told him, "I don't need their over priced tiny portions of pastries because I got my own, and I only paid a dollar for it." Then I ate it as we left to go find another place to eat, and woke up. The one thing I miss since moving out to California was the lack of rain, but I can at least enjoy it in my dreams along with the satisfaction of eating my dollar doughnut.

         

Waiting in Wonderland

I ordered seven lovely books to occupy my time as I apply to jobs yesterday, and now I'm in the processes of waiting for them. This is probably the worse part due to my impatience and unrelenting need to feed my literature craving. I used to feel that with my active imagination and descriptive nature I could write a book, and although I still feel that way my lack of concentration is far too large an obstacle. Maybe I have Attention Deficit Disorder like my mother says, but I'm too poor and proud to get examined by a professional. Speaking about my mother, I'm secretly waiting for something to be delivered to her as well. I ordered her a customized mug with my boyfriend and my names on it so she can feel close to me even though I'm so far away. This Christmas I plan to visit my family by way of a train to New Orleans from a station in Palm Springs. It is going to be an exciting adventure, and I will stay with my parents for just over two weeks. So I seem to be waiting for many things to happen, but at least some will not take much time to bare fruit. I had an interesting dream though last night, and it reminded me of Alice in Wonderland. I had joined a school for witches and was discussing the courses with the concealer when she told me the only way to get to my next class was to ride down a slide. It was an intricate network of slides that went everywhere, and mine took me underground. As I crawled through a tunnel to the next slide I saw a small ornate door in a nook off to the side. It was maybe two feet high, but when I opened it there was another smaller door. After I opened that one an even smaller door was behind it and it was surrounded by red velvet. When it opened I looked inside and there was a key hole, but when I peeked inside the hole it was like looking though a kaleidoscope of pearls and gold. Then way in the back was a small ruby in the shape of a heart that had a tiny door handle on it and I knew it would open if I could get to it. When I leaned back a piece of the velvet surrounding the door fell open and there were two folded up papers inside. The first was some type of weird almanac, but the second was a list of this I had to have to reach the last door. On the list was an almanac, a locket, a shell broach, two emerald earrings, a set of specially made walnut and silver top containers to keep the items in, a bag of dust, and a key. These all were found behind the papers in the hidden compartment, but before I could use the dust I woke up. How anticlimactic is that?