What 48 hours straight of Spongebob does to my little brother
- Me: Come on, Lukie. Dinner!
- Lukie: I might miss this episode!
- Me: We need to eat dinner as a family. It's new year's eve.
- Lukie: I have to watch Spongebob!
- Me: You can't just watch T.V. all day.
- Lukie: Not all day, Ate! 2 days!
This is what happens when you tell a necklace deprived girl that she’s outgrown her metal allergy.
I’ve been buying a lot of necklaces (and rings…and earrings…) lately because, apparently, I’m not allergic to metal anymore.
I fixed my entire closet today, and in doing that we decided to install this grid thing for hanging my necklaces. After a while, untangling them over and over again gets pretty tiring.
Santa Claus
I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned this here, but I’ve never believed in Santa Claus.
Stop freaking out first. Stop typing that comment telling me I didn’t have a childhood (I get enough of that…
The Television of My Childhood
There are times when I mix up my early childhood and late childhood in my mind, so it’s a bit hard for me to remember this exactly. What I do remember though are my birthday parties and birthday…
I Hate Mockingjay
And by “hate”, I really mean hate.
1. Majority of the book was boring to me.
2. They made everybody go crazy.
3. They kept killing off people for basically no reason.
4. She didn’t end up with Gale.
5. The end was so depressing.
6. A lot of things were left hanging…it felt unfinished still
I absolutely loved the first two books of The Hunger Games (especially the first) and actually, also the majority of the third, but the ending of the third one just made me depressed. Not even because it was supposed to be a sad story. Mostly because I’m so disappointed.
Actually, most of the book was awesome, but, the end…it just killed me inside. It just reached the climax of the story, then, suddenly, it just ended. Just like that. It’s like the author couldn’t think of an ending and just wrote down whatever she could think of.
I Hate The Hunger Games
Because when you start reading any of the books, it’s like you do anything but just keep reading it until your done. It basically eats up your entire day without you noticing.
As much as you want to stop though and do something productive, you just can’t. It’s so hard to stop reading it because you get so into the story so quickly. I mean, I was reading it on my phone while walking around the mall a while ago. I just really didn’t feel like doing anything else for some reason.
I could literally hear my heart beating as I read the book, and I’m not even exaggerating. I just finished it, and I can still feel my heart beating.
It happened when I read the first book, and it’s happening again with the second one.
I just finished the second book of The Hunger Games, and I want to read the third one so badly, but I have homework to do tomorrow, which I should’ve done today but couldn’t because I was stuck reading Catching Fire, and now I’m going to probably have to wait until I have a completely free day before I read the third one, which I probably won’t have any time soon after tomorrow because of all the schoolwork I’m sure we’re going to get in the next few weeks.
By the way, I just noticed that last paragraph was technically just one sentence.
