What can I say, that's life!

Good Evening :)

Can you believe that we're expecting rain/snow showers tomorrow? For some places that's normal, but for the south east coast at the end of October? Blasphemy. Living here for 6 years the earliest I've seen snow is at the beginning of December. Kudos to surprises! 
Write, type, speak. Words.
In a few days it'll be November. This month has been so looked forward to. I remember in September thinking it would take forever for it to get here; but like all things, we turn around, take a stretch, turn back around and here it is. Isn't it odd that long amounts of time go by fast, and short moments go by incredibly slow?
Matt will be getting married in less than a month and all my days will be dull in comparison to the week that we'll be in Georgia. Haha! I feel like I'm challenging myself. Is there a way I can make the days leading to the wedding just as exciting as the days we're there? If I did, I could feel it being occupied with days where I would go to the gym on base, convincing my family to go to the holocaust museum, making an adorable new apron with equally adorable fabric, finish my room, attempting to get my body super sexy (ha), finding some nice long sleeve shirts for the cold weather ahead at Plato's Closet, finding lamps, blah blah. There are many things that could make these next few weeks exciting, it's just finding a way to make the whole day fun and not just one aspect of it. "Tricky fish! Tricky fish!". Haha we'll see what happens :) dasvidaniya

Take the Key Out of Your Pocket and Unlock Yourself

It's not so awful to eat a delicious slice of raspberry cheese cake before dinner. I'd like not to think so :) It's like an appetizer that just happens to be a little sweeter than the rest available on the menu. 

I've realized a life pattern that must be accepted when taking on a new goal or challenging a pointless, ingrained, behavioral habit. It can't just be something you feel like doing; A change that could be beneficial; A new style that would be nice to get into the habit of doing. Your desire has to be strikingly more compelling than that. It can't be something you feel like doing, it's something you know has to be done; It's not just a change that could be beneficial, it's a maneuver in your life that desperately needs refinement to create the new soul you aspire to be; You can't just think it a nice habit to bring into your life, it has to be a new dramatic way of living that molds you into the type of person you've always wished to become.

 Change

"to make the form, nature, content, future course, etc., of (something) different from what it is or from what it would be if left alone"

 -Curtsey of Dictionary.com 

We must thrust ourselves into the unknown trusting that the decision we make is going to be right one. There could be endless new possibilities we never would've known existed if not for the alternation one small aspect of our lives. They say change is inevitable, but I believe change can be made extraordinary if we're the ones who decide to make the first step forward into this new frame opposed to blindly being lead by the hands of fate; often tripping along in it's predetermined grasps.

The thing with fate, is that it is constant. People often submerge themselves in fate; believing that whatever is supposed to happen to them will-due to the natural interlocking paths of fate. What I find so appealing about changing ones life is that you find the will power to wrench the reins of life out of the hands of fate, and put the progression of your life into your own delicate but earnest hands; therefore, you make the decisions about which directions to take- whether they cause your wheels of progression to scream at the impact of a tight turn, to spin your world in circles, cause you to rubber neck, eyes blazing with curiosity and spontaneously turn courses, or if it be so that you are content with where you are, to sit and enjoy this meritorious life you've created knowing at any time you have the prestige to make adjustments as you see fit.

Come-Let us break the strands of the rope we've unconsciously bound around our wings. Let them shatter at the impact of desire; falling to the prison which we'll never reside again. Let us take to the sky-after all, we were made for flying. Stretch your wings of potential and let your yearning propel you further into the air. Gaze at the shadow of your wings on the terrain below. Now that your dreams are airborne, why would you ever want to let them fall?

Thriving in Fear

“I have never thought much of the courage of a lion tamer. Inside the cage he is at least safe from other men. There is not much harm in a lion. He has no ideals, no religion, no politics, no chivalry, no gentility; in short, no reason for destroying anything that he does not want to eat.” — George Bernard Shaw

The Mortal Instruments

I totally and completely would have been willing to get up when my alarm went off; however, my phone who had a reliable 2 bars before bed died during the night which caused me to wake up about 3 hours later than planned. Your the first I've shared my failure with. Well...Charley can't tell time, and plus I know him, we won't tell anyone. He's completely reliable like that. Woof Charley, woof. 

I just read an email saying the third book to a series I've been reading has come in-so as soon as I'm done writing this post I'm speeding off to the Library. Advantage to waking up late, everything is already open.The three books are called:

City of Bones (When fifteen-year-old Clary Fray heads out to the Pandemonium Club in New York City, she hardly expects to witness a murder — much less a murder committed by three teenagers covered with strange tattoos and brandishing bizarre weapons. Clary knows she should call the police, but it's hard to explain a murder when the body disappears into thin air and the murderers are invisible to everyone but Clary.

Equally startled by her ability to see them, the murderers explain themselves as Shadowhunters: a secret tribe of warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons. Within twenty-four hours, Clary's mother disappears and Clary herself is almost killed by a grotesque demon. But why would demons be interested in ordinary mundanes like Clary and her mother? And how did Clary suddenly get the Sight? The Shadowhunters would like to know....) 

City of Ashes (Clary Fray just wishes that her life would go back to normal. But what's normal when you're a demon-slaying Shadowhunter, your mother is in a magically induced coma, and you can suddenly see Downworlders like werewolves, vampires, and faeries? If Clary left the world of the Shadowhunters behind, it would mean more time with her best friend, Simon, who's becoming more than a friend. But the Shadowhunting world isn't ready to let her go — especially her handsome, infuriating, newfound brother, Jace. And Clary's only chance to help her mother is to track down rogue Shadowhunter Valentine, who is probably insane, certainly evil — and also her father.
To complicate matters, someone in New York City is murdering Downworlder children. Is Valentine behind the killings — and if he is, what is he trying to do? When the second of the Mortal Instruments, the Soul-Sword, is stolen, the terrifying Inquisitor arrives to investigate and zooms right in on Jace. How can Clary stop Valentine if Jace is willing to betray everything he believes in to help their father?
In this breathtaking sequel to City of Bones, Cassandra Clare lures her readers back into the dark grip of New York City's Downworld, where love is never safe and power becomes the deadliest temptation.) 

City of Glass (To save her mother's life, Clary must travel to the City of Glass, the ancestral home of the Shadowhunters — never mind that entering the city without permission is against the Law, and breaking the Law could mean death. To make things worse, she learns that Jace does not want her there, and her best friend, Simon, has been thrown in prison by the Shadowhunters, who are deeply suspicious of a vampire who can withstand sunlight. As Clary uncovers more about her family's past, she finds an ally in mysterious Shadowhunter Sebastian. With Valentine mustering the full force of his power to destroy all Shadowhunters forever, their only chance to defeat him is to fight alongside their eternal enemies. But can Downworlders and Shadowhunters put aside their hatred to work together? While Jace realizes exactly how much he's willing to risk for Clary, can she harness her newfound powers to help save the Glass City — whatever the cost.
Love is a mortal sin and the secrets of the past prove deadly as Clary and Jace face down Valentine in the final installment of the New York Times bestselling The Mortal Instruments.)

They're pretty good books. I thought the second was better than the first, so  maybe the third will be better than the second. Then I think a fourth one just recently came out...Well I be darned there is a fourth one!

City of Fallen Angles

(Who will fall in love, and who will find their relationship torn apart?

Who will betray everything they ever believed in?

Love. Blood. Betrayal. Revenge.

In the heart-pounding fourth installment of the Mortal Instruments series, the stakes are higher than ever.)

Gosh there's 6 books total and the 5th one will come out next May, and the final book won't be coming out till 2013. That's not fair.

Sorry for the promotion of the books-I was only thinking of your reading enjoyment. Now,

To the library, HO!

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Good Morrow everyone.

I am determined to write a sufficent blog post before speeding onto dream land. These past few days it's been the place to be-so much has happened and waves of people have been there to experience it with me-whether they realize it or not. Congratulations! You could be being dream stalked by me. The creepy part is that neither of us make it happen-unconscious life just wants it's will to be played out that way. Isn't he such a tease? Oh ho ho ho!

Guess what?!


[Actually...don't guess because I'm just going to tell you anyway, so just keep reading.]


My room is practically complete! The painting is done, the furniture has been moved, the drapes have been hung; now it's just down to the little details that are the "pièce de résistance" to making a room 100% perfect. Alas, that's usually the hardest part too. I find that quite ridiculous. And for some reason I can't seem to turn the italics off...honestly I press the button and nothing happens. The computer is duping me! 

Oh, oh I get it. Hardy har har.

 Tomorrow I am also determined to get up when my alarm goes off (7:03 am). Maybe not the first time (ten minutes later), maybe not the second time (ten minutes later), but 20 beautiful minutes later, I am sure I'll get up. Sleeping in just gets so boring after a while. I've so much I could do and accomplish in those few hours in the morning. For me they seem to go by slower than any other time of the day; therefore making me feel like I accomplished many things.


Tonight for FHE we played shaving cream pictionary. It was more fun and challenging than I was expecting. People getting messy, yelling at each other, it's a game that can be enjoyed at any age. The fact that our team won did make it a twinge more exciting as well :) 

Indeed, I'm biased.


Our little Singles Branch is so cute. You fall in love with it so easily. The people are addicting. They create the type of atmosphere where you can't help but love everyone-and they're all so unique. It's rather refreshing at times.


Hark! This post I decree as adequate; time to become dead to the real world and expose myself to the ostentatious life of the dream system.

Ciao