The Blood Is Love

I don't care if people don't like Twilight. To each their own, right? And it's not like I like everything. I loathe ugly Betty, have never seen Lord of the Rings and really wasn't that excited about Transformers. But since Twilight is extremely popular right now, people love to hate it. And since I work at a bookstore, where every other request is for the books or movies, I hear about it A LOT. The following are the most common complaints about the story I hear:

1. Vampires Don't Sparkle

Ummm, vampires aren't real. It's like saying the Boogie Monster isn't green. Um, he's not real so if a writer wants to make him blue and yellow polka dots, he/she can.



What about Vampire Diaries which allows many of its vamps to be out during the day because of a special ring? It's just another element to the story. Not a big deal.

2. Edward is controlling.

I often hear people say that Bella is a horrible role model. I'm sorry, but last I checked the book was classified as fiction. I never read it for my own self help. And if you've read the books, you'd know that Edward is trying to protect Bella. She's a klutz and always getting hurt and then she has a crazed vampire after her! Of course he wants to be by her side all the time.



3. Robert Pattinson is not that good looking.

Um, you're wrong.



4. The book is not good for feminists.

THANK GOODNESS!

5. Stephenie Meyer is not a good writer.

Yes, she is. She's a good writer, not a great writer. Better than I am, for sure. Have I ever written a novel? Nope. Do I even have an idea for a novel? Nope. She wrote something that has engaged a gazillion people. Now, if those people don't realize there are bigger and better things out there, that's their fault!

5. No sex.

This bothered me at first, too. Most know that Stephenie Meyer is very conservative in her beliefs and I was annoyed she wrote books with abstinence as the lesson. BORING. BUT storywise, it is explained: Edward is afraid he'll kill her if they get it on. Yes, it's also because he wants to be married, but what's wrong with that? Though not common, that is still the belief of many people. But mostly I just focus on the fact that he is afraid she'll get hurt.

6. Kristen Stewart sucks.

I don't think she does. Also, I think she's just really shy and awkward. How would you handle a million questions thrown at you and people falling over themselves to get to you? Um, scary. I say stupid shit all the time, but luckily no one is taping it and reporting it to the world.



Check this out: Shirley Manson likes her!

XO,
SVR

Sick, Sick, Sick

My birthday was over two weeks ago and my last blog was even farther back. I've been up to a lot, and nothing, at the same time. My birthday was awesome. I spent the actual day (17th) hanging out, drinking mimosas and relaxing before heading to get my hair did. After that, I had party with my parents and then headed out to meet friends for beer and good times. The following Saturday we all went out for Thai food and then to Hard Times where I had about 43892 shots. If it sounds like how I celebrated last year, then you are correct. Why mess with a good thing, right? I had an awesome time. 29 is great so far.

Well, except that I got sick right after my birthday weekend. I went to sleep on Sunday night perfectly healthy (just exhausted) and woke up Monday morning with swollen eyes. Swollen eyes? I know, I know...I thought the same thing. I didn't sleep well that night so I thought they were just irritated from lack of rest and that after awhile they would look normal again. Well, they didn't. They actually got worse. Ali said they looked worse than I had described and my boss said, "oh my God!" when she saw me. About an hour later, once I scared another friend, I was sent home.

Well, even though I just turned 29, my body apparently regressed to preschool because my hott doctor informed me I had conjunctivitis...pink eye. OMG, it's mortifying to even admit. I preferred to call it The Devil Eye since my eyes were the color of Satan until Thursday or so. They never itched (praise Allah), but they were swollen for a couple of days and, like I said, completely red for much of the week while I was home from work sick. I hope I'm not grossing you out. I'm refraining from giving you the good details.

In addition to having The Devil Eye, I also had a horrible sore throat. What the hell, right? I never get sick. I figured this was my once every three or so years sickness. I even told the hott doctor that when I went for the second day in a row. I told him that I didn't know if my sore throat was bad because I so rarely feel under the weather that I didn't know on what level the pain was. All I know is that I didn't have strep (never have!*) and he gave me some gnarly mouthwash that numbed everything it touched. It didn't work as well as I would have hoped, though, because I kept waking up during the night from the pain in my throat. Oh it was horrible. I didn't have my first complete night's sleep until this most recent Sunday night when I stayed at Ali's and took Nyquil. And I think today is the first day that my throat hasn't hurt. I'm still not wearing makeup. I'm already upset I have to throw out some of my stuff, but it's a good excuse to buy new Hello Kitty Mac stuff.

The snow was fun. That's why I stayed at Ali's apartment on Sunday night. I had already missed almost a week of work and knew I couldn't call out again so I stayed there. We drove in together early Monday morning in all of that snowy goodness since her car weighs more than mine. Mine is kinda like a bobsled on snow/ice. We joked I could have saved gasoline by just sliding the whole way home later that night. Work on Monday was fun. We listened to The Smiths and even though we still did work, we were pretty much alone all day. It was great.

That brings us to today. I'll write about today later, but it involves my love of tartan.


XO,
SVR





*Knock On Wood

Six Shooter

Love Josh Homme of Queens Of The Stone Age:

An open letter from the Queens of the Stone Age lead singer.

He says…

"Member of the Peanut Gallery:

Some journalists & citizens on the internet & are wondering: Q? Am I a homophobe because I included a slang for gay in with other "acceptable" curse words during a verbal lashing I gave a young concertgoer, after being hit by his shoe, during a show the other day? A= Nope. My gay family & friends, as well as myself, KNOW I am not a homophobe. For years now I've known gay is not a choice; one's skin color doesn't determine one's intelligence level; & red hair doesn't mean you're someone's stepchild. You see, it's not the words, it's their intent. I never said, nor suggested, that being gay is wrong, but apparently, based on your outrage to my flu-infused rant, you do! By that logic… I also told that young whipper snapper I'd have anal sex with him… how can I possibly reconcile these opposing viewpoints? I called him a pussy too. Does it mean I hate our one worlds' collective vagina? I never have been nor intend to be politically correct. That's your cross to bear. To me, that PC world would suck more shit than the porta-potty truck at Glastonbury. Homophobic? I'm in Queens of the Stone Age for crissake… You say, "So. Your band name doesn't prove anything." Maybe not. But it's a helluv a lot more definitive than the logic of some watchdog… (sorry canine-American, canine-European, canine-African, canine-Australian & canine-Asian) moralist, keeping score from pure perfectionville? If your glass house is squeegeed that clean & you need to do something, do what the great philosopher Bill Hick's once suggested: — forgive me–. Or don't. I'm not asking for either, OK? I think you should let both of your cheeks go loose so the stick will drop out. Either way I expect that you'll soon find another injustice from your chair, then roll to your bullhorn & point it out to the rest of us… Because you're so above it all. Or If you'll allow me to translate a wish of mine into your PC lingo:
Will you please go have, consensual, sex with yourself.
Pretty please with all natural, carbon offset sugar on top.

Sincerely,
Mr. Missundastood
A.K.A. Joshua, Baby Duck, Jho
Head Choreographer & Do Stuff Corporation's pansexual spokes-thing"

From Perez Hilton.




Same as the Charlie Sheen crapola going on. Get over it!


XO,
SVR

Little Sister

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALI!



My sister is 21!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mexicola

I went after work to see No Country For Old Men with B. We first went to the nice theatre to check out the times, but the movie selection was horrible so we headed over to the more ghetto one. They had a much better selection and we debated between No Country For Old Men and American Gangster, but chose the former based on the start time.

Except for knowing that Tommy Lee Jones is in it, I went in not knowing much about the film. It made for an interesting viewing experience. So often now, it seems like the trailers they show for movies tell the entire story so it was cool to watch this one with no preconceived notions about it.

I do recommend this movie. I liked it a lot. It is not for everyone, though, so don't go see it as blindly as I did!

After the movie I saw the Colbert Report for the first time. We also watched Idiocracy and parts of Cutting Class staring the one and only Brad Pitt!

Good afternoon:)

XO,
SVR

Everybody Knows That You Are Insane

I went to a friend's party on Saturday and, while I had a lot of fun, I left the evening being completely sick of the following two questions:

1) Are you two dating?

and

2) What happened with you and whatsherface?


I guess it's good to set things straight and dispel incorrect rumors, but after telling the same stories over and over, I start to get bored with them. Question #1 is easy. Basically it's no one's business and if anyone knows me at all, they'll know not to ask me in front of a large group. Question #2 is more difficult if only because it is so old and I am done explaining it. Or explaining what I can. I think at this point I might just make stuff up. People want to hear something salacious anyway and I'm here for the people, right? Haha. Or, what also works is letting people fill in the gaps with their own guesses since 9 times out of 10, they're right, and, if they're not, I can always correct them, right?


XO,
SVR

In The Fade

School is kicking my ass. No, let me rephrase: School is trying to kick my ass. I won't let it. I'm working on what is currently a 16 page paper that isn't even near completion. After this I have to write a 3-5 page paper for Thursday, and a presentation for the following week (that I have to meet with my partner for on Wednesday morning). Meanwhile, I need to be thinking about two research papers...no, three a few more baby papers and at least three annotated bibliographies.

1) I feel busier than ever and I'm not sure why. I had to email my paper partner my schedule and I apologized for the lack of free time. Now that school and orchestra are back in session, my hours unplanned are severely limited.

2) I loathe group work. With such passion that I can't think of words bad enough to describe it. It's not that I dislike working with others or get bad partners, I just feel like it takes more time than it could if I did it by myself. And I don't like being told when to work. I would rather procrastinate on my own!

3) I think a class that is on a Saturday from 9-430pm is cruel.

4) THIS IS MY LAST SEMESTER!!!!!!!

OK, #4 really helps. Back to writing this paper because as soon as it's done, I can write about San Francisco! In the meantime, go look at my pictures and comment, please.

XO,
SVR

Walkin' On The Sidewalks

Last night, as I drove home way too late, I opened my moonroof, turned the AC off, and enjoyed what has turned into an awesome night. The air was crisp and cool and it almost made me giddy. My love for fall runs deep. I had been outside a little earlier, wearing short sleeves and found myself actually shivering. Now, to be fair, I get cold really easily*, but putting on a jacket was beyond exciting for me. I know, I know. I'm crazy about fall. Do you understand the joy I get from stepping on a fallen, crunchy leaf? How happy it makes me to need to carry a scarf with me for chilly evenings?

I plan on spending a lot of time outside this fall. Who is with me!?


XO,
SVR




*I also get hot really easily.