WHOOOOAAAA.

My little egg timer just went off and scared the HECK out of me. O_O

But disregarding my lameness, I've been rereading the first Maximum Ride book lately. I stopped, what with all the homework screaming at me, but it's sitting on my desk waiting to be read. I already reviewed Max (the fifth book), but I think I should do the first, too. :)

What I'm Reading: Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment. Like I said before, it's the first in the Maximum Ride series. (Yes, I'm sure. The series is set up really confusingly [WHOA, confusingly is a word?!], but this is the first.) In this book, Max and the flock are living in secrecy, unknown to anyone, but one day an old enemy shows up and kidnaps Angel, the youngest flock member. Now they have to go find her before a crew of complete psychos uses her for their experiments...

They were getting closer. Dim light filtered in through the woods in front of me -- a clearing? Please, please... a clearing could save me.

I burst through the trees, chest heaving, a thin sheen of cold sweat on my skin.

Yes!

No -- oh, no!

I skidded to a halt, my arms waving, my feet backpedaling in the rocky dirt.

It wasn't a clearing. In front of me was a cliff, a sheer face of rock that dropped to an unseeable floor hundreds of feet below.

In back of me were woods filled with drooling bloodhounds and psycho Erasers with guns.

Both options stank.

The dogs were yelping excitedly -- they'd found their prey: moi.

I looked over the deadly drop.

There was no choice, really. If you were me, you'd have done the same thing,

I closed my eyes, held out my arms... and let myself fall over the edge of the cliff.

Ooh, cliffy! :D

Erases on Film and Paper

The title of this post came from the little label on my eraser I got for art. Finally, an eraser that actually works well! *throws an eraser party*

Anyway, not much to blog about. Sorry. :/ 

Although I did start a new blog: http://notactuallyatwitter.blogspot.com. They're just little 'status updates,' like on Facebook or Twitter or Google Buzz (yay!) or something. Unless I find some more interesting stuff to blog about on there, it's going to be a total fail. But that's okay, because it'll occupy my time. :)

What I'm Reading: Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley. It's old, and the language is kind of hard to understand, but it's actually a really good book. (Assigned reading that I like?! Apocalypse!! *passes out*) It's pretty intense- usually, when I'm reading chapters that were assigned for school, I have a nice system.

1. Read the chapters

2. Throw book across room in utter confusion

3. Go on SparkNotes so I can actually understand what I just read

4. Rinse and repeat every time another chapter is assigned

It works pretty well, actually. (Nightshade + SparkNotes = LOVE) It sums up Frankenstein really nicely, because even though the language is somewhat understandable, Mary Shelley was even MORE in love with her thesaurus than Stephenie Meyer is. However, her ridiculously difficult language can sort of be excused, because it was written in the early 1800s and, well, people wrote stuff like that. (But for Stephenie Meyer, there's no excuse.)

In the ORIGINAL Frankenstein story, it's even freakier than all the other "actual" versions that are out there. Victor Frankenstein has a nice childhood, skipping through flower meadows with his BFFs and hugging puppies (figuratively). But then he goes off to college and gets obsessed with anatomy... When he creates the infamous monster, the stuff that actually happens is WAY cooler than all the Mary Shelley wannabe writers out there (yeah, they exist. Probably). I give it 4 out of 5 stars! (I deducted one star for the crazy writing style.)

Remove by friction.

Random title, I know. I just looked around my desk and saw this "erasable" highlighter that says "remove by friction" on the side. I thought it was funny... by the way, it doesn't erase. So don't blow your money on erasable highlighters, because they really don't erase well. Believe me, I tried it myself. :P

Anyway, I'm still taking an attempt at Twilight... I haven't had much time to sit down and actually go through it in detail, so I'm just through chapter 2. So far, I've done chapters 1, 2, and a bit of a later chapter... 7? 8? One of those. Still excited for Chapter 13 (the one where they're in the meadow and Eddiekins sparkles for Bella)! I haven't reread THAT part in a while, so it will be extremely entertaining. >:D

Also, I'm officially ADDICTED to unrelatedcaptions.com. It's seriously an amazing site! I just sent an email to a bunch of my friends with a bunch of unrelatedcaptions.com links... they'll probably be quite annoyed with the spam, but at least they'll be entertained when they view the links. :D

What I'm Reading: Nightlight, by The Harvard Lampoon. It's actually a group of a few people who collaborate to write parody books (like this one). It's amazing and about ten million times better than the original Twilight! :D When I read it, I couldn't stop laughing. My family thought there was something wrong with me... but that's okay.

In THIS version of Twilight, Belle Goose abandons life in Phoenix to live with her window-washing dad in Switchblade, Oregon. She quickly discovers Edwart Mullen, a strange germophobe whom Belle is absolutely convinced is a vampire. After all, he DID save her from a speeding snowball...

"About three things I was absolutely certain.

First, Edwart was most likely my soul mate, maybe.

Second, there was a vampire part of him- which I assumed was wildly out of his control- that wanted me dead.

And third, I unconditionally, irrevocably, impenetrably, heterogeneously, gynecologically, and disreputably wished he had kissed me."