Frustrated with my addiction

So I have a serious problem with reading…I love it but there is a real problem with being obessed with books…I tend to fall in love with authors who write SERIES!  Damn it all.  The lastest series though has really pissed me off.  I am talking about the House of Night Series,MARKED, BETRAYED, and CHOSEN.  Okay it takes place at a FOUR year Vampyre Finishing School…I am on the third book and the story has only progress about three, maybe four but that is PUSHING IT, months and the damn books are not coming out fast enough.  Then I find out that the authors P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast only plan of six books with three spin offs.  I am sorry…what the hell happens in the next three books that takes us through the next three and a half years?  Is Zoey going to have a Harry Potter year where we the reader have to stick with the camping as a filler for a whole year or is it going to be like Bella in the Twilight Series where on page equals a month of misery?  I mean, the vision is there to really make this a great series but it is like the rain is pouring on to fast…the character building is rushed and I am pissed off.   I know that this is a YA series but it almost has the babysitter’s club feel to it by having the story that really could have some interesting segments be rushed into a quick read.  Don’t get me wrong…some of the book is growing on me but to be honest…I just bought the third book today and I just skipped to the end…I mean I already knew what was going to happen…it doesn’t hold that many HOLY CRAP moments.  I guess the thing that really pisses me off is that it has the possiblity to have those moments, the ones that don’t make the reader feel like they are a cheap hooker whom the author only wants to sweet talk to get some for free, but instead it is like telling someone they are pregant on page one and by the last page they have given birth to a child in a week.  I know that it is about teen angst and crap but come on…

I am not saying not to read this series…I am just voicing my frustration at what could have been a great series…and yes I will read them all just because I am hoping that the next three books are like 800 pages long and tell a complete story.  I don’t want this to be a Gossip Girl or IT Girl thing…make it worth our while.

 

My lovely pets/children

 

So these are my kiddies.  Joey the dog, Shanks, Gus, and Yoda.  They are my pride and joy! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Battlestar Galatica and Eli Stone thoughts

So Battlestar came back with a bang last night, too bad it wasn’t a bullet in Roslins’ head!  I loved how long Apollo was holding Starbuck.  And NO she is not a Cylon.  I did really see the brillance to the pairing of the FOUR that have been revealed.  I loved how it was Anders who was the reason the raiders pulled back.  I loved that moment when his eye went red.  I find it interesting that Ty and Roslin’s assistant, and chief stood there in the hanger fueling Roslin’s hypocrosy.  I wish that Adama had actually told her to SHIP IT.  I am really hoping that they put Lee and Kera together…that is how it should be.  I also loved when Kera told Anders that if she found out if he was a Cylon then she would put a bullet in his brain…can’t wait for that! 

Now about Eli Stone.  Loved the whole idea of him finally being able to say goodbye to his dad.  Loved the conflict his brother has been going thru.  Now if they would just put Maggie with Eli.  And more Victor Garber please!

I am watching Summerstock right now.  I love this movie, heck I love Gene Kelly. 

Shanks is kneeding me right now…he seems to need attention.  And now Gus wants some love.  Yoda meanwhile is sitting over by my bookcase.

Well I am off to the gym to yell at the people who keep calling me and telling me I have set up meetings with them when I haven’t

 

chasm

The chasm between me and you seems to be ever greater still

The blunder is of my own doing

for I put the world in front of you

mostly unintentionally

without much thought

as if on sinner’s instinct

Yet I can see your outline lit by the brillant sun

even from this distance

I can feel your love

yet the void seems to grow

I search for a way to reconnect, to listen, to learn, to cross this space

I hunger, thirst, yearn to be near you

Dancing, kneeling, praying, drowning in it all

The need is urgent and the symptoms are severe

To be with you, near you, surrounded by you, filled with you…what a gift

As I cry for salvation

As the tears roll down

As the unconfessed is uttered

I shutter

At the very thought, the knowledge, the life, the truth, the sacrifice

All these overwhelm my weak heart, confounding my mind, and setting my skin a blaze.

Hear me, please hear me

the smile, the twinkle, the laughter

the strength, the kindness, the lover

the wide, the deep, the everlasting

Upon my skinned knees, i bow, i crumble

don’t let me fade into the unknown

don’t let me wash with this world

let me standout, stand up, just stand for you

mold me, guide me, into something that is beautiful

not of this world

embraced by the wind, the stone, the very essence

let me not hide

fear is mine enemy, doubt is its sword

humble me in this battle

help me bridge this gap, this chasm

let it be a slow burn to increase the intensity, the love

As the words tumble out, as the fingers grasp, let the loneliness disappear

As the thoughts race, as the eyes focus, let the truth take over

As the voice rises, the knees bend, let the cry be heard

The chasm between you and me

let it be

no more

 

Pain in the moment

beating my head up against a brick wall

that is how I breathe

pulling back is like inhaling

pain is like exhaling

walking to a drummer of my own making

that is how I roll

one step foward

three steps back and to the right

How is it that with the truth I still walk into walls?

How is it that with the way I still stumble and fall?

I am tired of this…

I am fed up with feeling…

Why can’t I get up?

Why can’t I?

The words are there

The way has been written

Yet I hurt, I bleed

The life is been sacrificed

The love has been free

Yet I stumble, I crack

I live with the replays and the freeze frames

I always do it again

I always fall

I speak in riddles and rhymes

Never understanding

Never understood

How is it with forgivness I can’t forgive myself

How is it with guidance I can’t find the words

I am in pain…

I am undone…

Why can’t I speak?

Why can’t I?

The way is there

The path has been written

Yet I cry, I shout

The past has been erased

The peace is been rained down

Yet I bend, I stop

When will I break this?

 

Shanks wants in on the BOTM club action on Joseph Mallozzi’s page

 

The newbie on WordPress

So I am trying to figure out how to work this damn page.  I have put up two pictures of books that I have read or am reading.  The one with three books are selections from Joe Mallozzi’s book of the month pics.  I am a fan of his blog and read it everyday.  This month is my first time participating in a book discussion.  The other pictures are of my two tattoos on my back.  In total I have five tattoos, I was just interested in see the ones on my back (haven’t really looked at them since I got them 9 years ago.) 

Well I have to go and write my 20 pages for my book since I did not write my 10 pages yesterday…I have double duty now. 

 

First time

So thanks to my obsession with Jospeh Mallozzi’s blog…I have decided to start my own…away from my myspace.  So even though this is a brief introduction, I promise to visit often and leave my thoughts for the day, week, or moment.

 

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