July 2011
Why Can't I Ever Sleep?
So, I recently got my tickets for Book of Mormon for next March. Take that, plus the fact I found out how to send fan mail to Broadway actors, and my night’s out as far as sleep goes. I seriously think the last time I sent fan mail to anyone was Petula Clark when I was ten. Actually it was JK Rowling when I was eleven, but Petula actually went out of her way to write me back. <3 Love you Petula.
So I whipped up my letter to Mr. Amazing Stud, more commonly known as Mr. Rory O’Malley, and I come to find as I finish putting My Little Pony stickers on the letter that I have no stamps
-LE GASP-
So I know what I’m doing first thing tomorrow! I’m bound and determined to get out my letter w/ self-addressed stamp envelope before I leave for San Francisco. It would be awesome beyond words to possibly have a response before I go back to school late August but as JK Rowling showed me, I can’t hold my breath. But Petula Clark showed me I can so…I’ll stick with Dr Horrible and keep fingers crossed.
So I’ve noticed each of my paragraphs begins with ‘So.’
So that’s all for this blog update. I’m still a loser, and you’re still a loser for taking the time to read me <3 Peace.
“The newspaper headline screams: “Eighteen-Year-Old Slain by Husband after Giving Birth.” As you continue reading, you learn that the young woman was brainwashed by a strange blood-drinking cult who call themselves a “family,” though none of the members were actually related. The young woman’s husband was much older than she and had a history of violence. In fact, you learn that her husband used to stalk her prior to her marriage, watching her secretly from the woods near her home and climbing into an unsecured window at night to watch her sleep without her knowledge. Once the young woman, then seventeen, was initiated into a relationship with the man and his “family,” she was encouraged to marry right after her high school graduation. The young woman reportedly had bruises all over her body after returning from her honeymoon, where she also reportedly became pregnant. Her husband was not happy about the pregnancy and wanted her to have an abortion. She refused, eventually leading to him ripping the child from her womb, then, draining her of her blood until she finally stopped breathing. Sounds torturous and sick, doesn’t it? But in fact, this is the basis of a tween-teen literary phenomenon called the Twilight saga…”
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Yep. Pretty much
Twilight and Philosophy, p.178 (chapter by Rebecca Housel)
I have Tumblr whaaaaaa?
Long story short: I succumb to peer pressure but because I also succumb to procrastination it took a couple months to let it sink in.
Let the stalking-I mean blogging-begin!
