Howdy friends! Would you like to guess what I am today? Let me give you a picture of where I am right now, and maybe you'll be able to guess. Right -- I'm sitting on the living room couch, propped up against a pillow, a lethargic cat at my feet, empty teacups and piles of random books scattered around me, listening to Hunter Hayes songs off youtube. What do you think this means?
That's right. I'm sick.
Not terribly sick, so don't worry -- I haven't got the ague or the pleurisy or the scarlet fever or typhoid or anything. Just the usual sore throat that likes to come around and pay me a visit every now and then. The only way I can think to describe it is that I have a sandbox in my throat. I am confident it will pass in a few days...in the meantime, the only thing to do in these situations is read books, drink tea, watch Cary Grant movies, waste time on pinterest and listen to Hunter Hayes. (As you can see, I have a very mature attitude about the whole thing.)
Since I have so much time on my hands (yeah, forget about the two science papers to finish up and the bunny cages to clean), I made the executive decision that a blog post would be a good thing to do. Basically the only thing I'm good for at the moment is writing (and being sarcastic), so here you are. Read on if you want to hear about the awkwards and awesomes of the past week (which may or may not include a special feature on How Johnse Hatfield Ruined Emma's Life).
Let's start with...
~ Trying not to laugh during a concert. You know when those little bits of hilarity pop into your head at random moments and you just have to laugh, but you can't, because it would be soooooo inappropriate? Yeah. I'm convinced that holding in laughter in public places is the most difficult olympic feat ever.
~ When you find a bat in your grandma's house! We threw a bowl over it, got it captured...um...now what? *picks up phone* "Daddy?"
~ Driving around places when really, you know you're sick and you should be in bed. That was interesting. My sister Sadie is about the only person I know who can make me still laugh that much when I'm feeling so horrible.
~ So, maybe I should explain -- last week I finally watched The Hatfields & McCoys, that miniseries that was on the History channel four years ago and which I've been wanting to watch for nearly that long. Anyway, I WATCHED IT and it WAS AMAZING. (I can't recommend it, at least not without a huuuuuuge cautionary warning because there is a lot of offensive language and violence and shooting and nasty stuff, but beyond that....wow.) So now I'm in the aftershock of having just finished such a monumental piece of cinematic glory, which includes trying to explain to people how Johnse Hatfield is the cause of so much sorrow, which...doesn't....go....well. (BUT I CAN'T HELP IT.) *starts sobbing*
|BASICALLY KEVIN COSTNER IS A GENIUS AND JOHNSE IS SO PATHETIC I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO MOON OVER HIM. IT'S PART OF MY DNA TO MOON OVER PATHETIC CHARACTERS.|
Would you like to know just how Johnse Hatfield ruined my life? First, he did it by being unbelievably sweet. (We're not even going to talk about how handsome he is because that doesn't signify. IT DOESN'T.) Then he made it worse by acting like a complete idiot. Then he made it even worse by being so awfully pathetic, and coming to see Roseanna, and getting himself almost killed, and being downright stupid, and going to her grave!!!! and being so alternately wonderful and horrible that the only thing for me to do was just let my heart break clean in two. And then he moved to Oregon and married four more times. It is all Johnse's fault.
I'm serious, if you've seen this series, please tell me, because I am in need of someone to cry with.
~ When you answer the phone when you're sick, and you sound like a ten-pack-a-day smoker...I feel like I need to explain myself.
~ Oh, here's the worst: trying to park in the little itty-bitty parking lot at ballet. THIS IS ZEE WORST, MY FRIENDS. Me parking at ballet is like trying to land a giant aircraft in a tiny backyard. I have never seen anything worse than me trying to park at ballet.
~ Speaking of how bad a driver I am, how about nearly running through a stop sign...heh. No, it's really not funny. I don't know why I'm telling you this.
~ Climbing a tree, then breaking a few limbs (the tree's, not mine) and realizing, Emma's probably too old to be climbing trees. (No! I will not accept this! I will fight the entail! *ahem*)
~ Looking for a quiet place outside to write while at the same time trying to avoid your neighbor on his lawnmower. I could go out there any day of the week and he'd be mowing his lawn. (Why am I on someone else's property in the first place, you ask? Good question...)
~ Crying over Johnse Hatfield and Roseanna McCoy. *starts sobbing all over again*
~ When your mother makes cookies, and you can't eat them because you're sick...that's tragedy, right there.
~ So, this afternoon as I was moaning in agony I decided it would be a good time to look into colleges I might want to go to. (Please don't ask me about my thought processes. I don't even know.) I really want to go to school in Virginia (for various reasons) so I was looking at schools in Virginia....and it didn't take long for me to get thoroughly intimidated. These colleges are all so BIG and IMPORTANT and SMART. What am I thinking???
Today is not the day to be thinking about college, I decided. Today is the day to be listening to Hunter Hayes and watching Cary Grant movies, that's what today is.
~ Planting peas!!!! :-)
~ Driving around with Sadie, listening to Josh Turner practically on replay and laughing over basically everything. Because everything's funny, you know?
~ Long emails from friends, old and new
~ Cary Grant. I'm on a Cary Grant kick right now. Yesterday I watched Mr Blandings Builds His Dream House and just this afternoon my mum comes home from the library with a whole stack of Cary Grant movies. (SHE KNOWS ME TOO WELL.) If you're feeling lousy, just watch a Cary Grant movie and I guarantee you will feel at least a little bit better. It is a truth universally acknowledged that Cary Grant's face can make even the lousiest of days better.
|I LOVE HIM.|
~ WATCHING THE HATFIELDS & MCCOYS AND BEING EMOTIONALLY BEREFT FOR EVER AFTER.
~ Being able to run around barefoot at last!!
~ Heated arguments between me and my cat. I mostly do the talking; Oliver just stares at me with that smug expression of his.
~ Finding new blogs and new friends! My list is getting longer and longer...but I guess that's a good problem to have? *cue Josh Turner song*
~ Reading more than the assignment in the history book, because OH HEY I'M ACTUALLY INTERESTED IN THIS STUFF.
~ Reading over old notes and snippets of my first novel and falling in love with the characters all over again. This one needs to happen. Soon. I can write dozens of books, but my life will not be complete until I finish this one.
~ Long car rides = lots of writing inspiration. :-)
~ When Sadie makes peppermint ice cream!
~ That feeling of divine freedom that comes with the arrival of spring
~ Dreaming of publishing a book...
~ Eating ice cream bars at my cousin's house, then driving home and imagining with Sadie all the horrible things the police could do to me for driving "after hours". We came up with some pretty crazy stuff. I don't think they actually torture you, but you never know...
~ I LOVE HUNTER HAYES. A lot. He's amazing. Don't believe me, just listen to this.
~ Walking through the darkened halls of a school and smiling at the pictures of Disney characters painted on the walls and thinking, Hm. Maybe there are nice things about public school after all, such as passing Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys ever day on your way to class.
~ Creekwalking with book and pen in hand.
~ Laughing over this pin:
....and I don't even know what it means!! If you know what 'decepticons' means, please tell me.
No doubt you've noticed the new look! This is another product of my boredom and inability to make myself useful in other facets. When I'm bored, I have a psychic bent toward making new blog headers. I loved the old one, but...I like this one better. ;-) What do y'all think?
The picture is Eleanor Tomlinson as Demelza in Poldark. Which, by the way, I have here at my house. Which, by the way, I have not started yet because of several reasons, 1) Hatfields and McCoys 2) busyness and 3) I don't like to watch really really awesome things when I'm sick unless I've seen said really really awesome thing before. Thus Poldark waits for the moment. But SOON!
That's about all I got. I'd better go make myself another cup of strong tea and try to doctor myself up if I have any hope of improvement by the morrow.
What do you do when you're sick?
Do you enjoy crying over fictional characters?
Have you seen any Cary Grant movies?
Do you like Hunter Hayes too? (If so, you wanna start a fanclub with me?)