Ok, I just got done reading one of THE greatest books I have ever read. Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer.
I don't even know where to begin about this book, I don't want to give anything away to people who haven't yet read it but want to, and I don't want people who don't know about it to know what's going to happen in the end before they even read the first book.
I know I haven't been on here in a while, and it has been even longer since I last wrote a blog. I am not going to say all that much right now, since I suppose I'm still trying to sort out what I have just experienced.
A very good friend of mine, a young woman I consider my sister, brought up a good point the other day. She had told me that her dad did not believe in global warming. I thought hmm, then the rising temperatures, the strage and harsh weather patterns must just be a figment of our imagination if it does not exist.
No, it does exist, and it is harming every one of us.
Man, today was just one of those days. Not the bad days, but just one of those days where it's like, what the hell just happened?!
You know how we all complain and whine that we don't feel good, or that we hurt somewhere? Don't you find it annoying when one person continually complains, to the point where you just want to tape their mouth shut?
Ok, here's just another random blog.
There's something to be said in the acceptance of death. Sure, it may not be the happiest topic, but does it really have to be that way?
Ok, so maybe a movie made me think of this, (Holiday in Handcuffs) but to me it makes sense. You know how when you were a little girl, (yes I am talking to the girls out there) and you wished that you could find your prince? The Romeo to your Juliet or whoever the hell fell in love with Cinderella. Thinking about it now, what kind of life is that really? What's so attractive about it?
