attentiveness and sleepiness

Falling asleep at two in the morning can't be good for me. Especially when I wake past noon. I forced myself to wake up at seven this morning just so I would fall asleep tonight. But there's a problem. I'm not falling asleep.

The good in all this? I'm almost completely packed for college tomorrow, I re-ripped all my CDs to my new iTunes, and I'm finding some really good music.

For you I-wanna-get-up-and-dance-ers: here.

For you I-wanna-sip-coffee-outside-ers: here.

For you I-don't-know-who-I-am-ers: here.

Those awkward moments when you're on the sidewalk and you pass someone either walking in the other direction or chillin' in their yard and don't know what to do for the seemingly endless amount of time when riding up to them aren't that awkward anymore.

Just smile.

Unless, it's a boy. Then you have two options. One: stop, turn around, and act like you were meaning to go this way. Or two: smile at the sky, the ground, or anything else.

this is why I don't go to bookstores as much as I would like

[I'm addicted to reading. And when I smell a good book, it's over for my wallet]

At least I'm not in denial.

WARNING: enter hunger games

[click here or you won't understand this post at all] ;)

It doesn't matter if the cup is half empty or half full. It's the fact that it's half and half. Fifty percent good; fifty percent not-so-good, give or take a few.

YES! To Katniss. Yes, yes, yes. So, far, so good. She looked a little glammed up in a previous picture, but as reminded by a fellow friend, all the contestants in the Hunger Games are glammed up. This picture, however, is brilliant.

What?! To Peeta. I was fine with Josh Hutcherson, and I'm still fine with him. All I gotta say is, this had better not be the scene I'm thinking it is. Because he needs a whole lot more mud.

Ehh. To Gale. I'm not happy with this picture, but I'm not upset with it. Just... ehh...

I'm afraid to ask, but, what do you think? Of the pictures, not my obsessions, smarty pants.

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Maybe I do worry about what people think of me. Maybe I am scared of the unknown. Maybe I don't know where I'm headed. Maybe I'm not as different from everyone else as I think I am.

~Uncommon Criminals~

-by Ally Carter

It's taking me awhile to write this review mainly because I'm afraid to say I didn't like it. As a book. And this is where it gets difficult to explain.

What's with Paraguay and Uruguay? This is one of the finer points, but it still bugged me. Kat knows the latest model of an elevator but can't remember which country her family is in? She kept on messing it up, so now even I don't know the right country.

It was too predictable. Hale always shows up. And that's great for the romance and all, but I was more interested in the heist this time. I felt like I was watching a chickflick; Ally picked all the right words, but they were the cliche words. Mabye too cliche.

My problem: I fell in love with the characters in Heist Society, but they changed in Uncommon Criminals.