Friday Five: Relocation

The thing about packing up all your stuff is...Oh, my gosh where did all this junk come from...

1.  Change - as in coins. They're everywhere. They're like rabbits, you turn your back and they've double in number. And is there a convenient way to store change? Right now, I've stuffed it all in a clutch.

2.  Magazines. It really makes no sense to be so attached to a magazine, I know that. This same thing happened in college, the age old struggle to get rid of the Vogue tabbed with Giselle hair styles my roommate and I could pull off, the Vanity Fair featuring 'Kate the Great', the W cover shoot with the Beckhams. In the end of course, logic won, and I threw them all away. Well, except for the Vogue September issue that was featured in the movie The September Issue. That one I'm keeping. 

3.  Cords. I feel bad getting rid of these too. And worried that one day I'm going to try to plug something in only to realize I don't have the proper cord. What can you do?

4.  Birth Announcements. (Or are they called Baby Announcements? I really don't know.) I decided to keep these since some of these babies I have yet to meet in real life and this is the only photo I have of them. 

5. Jewelry boxes. As in the box jewelry comes in. Let's face it, they get used about twice before the necklace gets shoved in a pile with the rest of them (in the jewelry box that you're meant to fill yourself) and that ring takes up permanent residency on your nightstand.  They're too small for practical use, but so nice and well-made, it's hard to want to get rid of them. 

Any moving tips? Anything you hate getting rid of even though you know you should? 

I would not be able to watch TV with my teenage self

This is what I mean. 


When I was a teen I despised it when shows included a set of these:

Now, these might be my favorite characters on Awkward: 

I also hated anything paranormal, which meant I missed out on: 

Now, I can't get enough:

And I had real beef with this one for being too perfect. (All the boys like me, I have a troubled past, I'm an artist, I have a beautiful singing voice - we get it Joey Potter!)

But these days I have no qualms towards these two and I'm pretty sure their entire existence (on the show) is to allude perfection: 

Would you watch TV with your teen self? 

Palate Cleanser Books – ASAP

A while ago I made a list of palate cleanser books to read after reading an emotionally altering book. Well, I need one bad.

Between the heartache that was last week’s Downton Abbey, the ending of Lionel Shriver’s We Need to Talk About Kevin, and the unpromising Salvatore situation, I’m in need of something light.

Suggestions would be most appreciated. 

Friday Five: I’m not sure I believe this

My mother sent me an email alerting me to this:

Sky Park Marina Bay Sands in Singapore 

I feel like I’m being tricked for a number of reasons...because, look:

  

 

It’s pretty amazing, eh?

Sometimes you are SO Katniss

When told that Katniss Everdeen wasn’t the most *liked* character in YA literature, my BFF – who is currently reading Catching Fire – said, “Well, I’ve put up with you for over ten years, so I can handle Katniss just fine.” He thought he was kidding.

But his latest message was this:

“Peeta and I make no effort to find company but are constantly sought out. We are what no one wants to miss at the party.  I act delighted, but have zero interest in these Capital people.  They are only distractions from the food.  –You really ARE Katniss!”

Let’s be clear about several things here. I am not very good at being outside for too long. Especially not outside, outside – like in the wild. I have terrible aim. If I ever encountered a man whose breath smelled like blood, I would not stay composed, I would vomit (the Salvatore’s being the only exception here). I would never eat a squirrel and I would have had the baker’s son locked down long before the Reaping.

But yes, at parties, the food is often my favorite part. 

So tell me – because I’m convinced everyone is a little bit Katniss – how are you like Katniss? Do you bottle your emotions? Were you at one point involved in a love triangle between a baker and a hunter? Are you stubborn about admitting you may have been wrong?  Even if after you finished Mockingjay you were glad to be rid of her, I swear there’s got to be something. 

Friday Five: Someone-better-be-around-to-hold-you books

Inspired by yesterdays post, here are five books to which I would tell someone: I hope someone will be around to hold you when you finish.

1. The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison

2.  We All Fall Down, Robert Cormier

3.  Living Dead Girl, Elizabeth Scott

4.  Forbidden, Tabitha Suzuma

5.  Mockingjay, Suzanne Collins

A warning or a boost of encouragement

This is what the nice girl working at the bookstore had to say when I told her I was going to read Lionel Shriver’s We Need To Talk About Kevin:

“Oh, I hope someone will be around to hold you when you finish.”

Hm.

What to make of this…

Has anyone read it who can elaborate?

And what do you think?

…about Will Herondale’s secret (if you read The Infernal Devices Series). I think it just further proves that the Herondales are a cursed bunch, no?

…about safari clothing for summer time? I’ve had the chance to review a few of the Summer 2012 fashion look-books and it is not looking good. 2012 Summer fashion screams I’m on Safari. This is not how I will be dressing, you?

…about Google Plus. Do you use it? It seems convenient, but I am not ready to have my personal life and professional life converge like that. I have a friend whose coworkers found her blog because of Google Plus. I’m not ready for this to happen. A coworker recently said “You read a lot,” and I thought, Oh dear, he already knows too much…