New Job (The Adventure That Awaits)

Surely getting my first job would be an adventure, wouldn't you think? Eh. Working at Zaxby's might not turn out to be as glamorous as I'm thinking, but that doesn't mean I'm not excited about it! Jenn + Job = Money. I can connect the dots pretty well. Jenn + Money = More New Books! God knows I will never have enough books!

Everyone else in my family isn't as excited about this as I am. I come home after the interview, throw my hands up into the air and shout to my father "Guess what? Your awesome amazing daughter finally landed a job! How excited are you!?" He just gave me a half smile and shrugged "Well Good, Jenny." ... Really? Is getting your first job in this economy not that big a deal as I thought? Well, didn’t let it get me down. Maybe I’m just extra pumped about getting to work with one of my bestest friends! (I’m looking at you Brutal Sprout!) Now all I need to make it even better is for another one of my friends to come join the crew too (Bloody Mary? Switch Blade? Snow Might? ... Any takers? :D ) A raise couldn’t hurt either. (I haven’t even started yet and I’m already thinking about a raise, how pitiful is that? >.< ) But I just thought I’d talk about my Job success story. What was your first job? Do you get stressed before interviews Like I do?

What Do I Look For In A Book?

Okay, so the writing craving has come back with a vengeance and I was just laying in my room trying to think of what to write while I listened to 'The Host' playlist (Stephenie Meyer Book, I like to listen to playlists while I read sometimes, and she had a whole list of songs that she listened to when she wrote the book ^.^ A lot of Authors do that and I love it!). I then looked over at my book shelves and it came to me! What is it that I look for in a book? Why do I rate books the way I do? what is the reason behind this?

So I'm going to go general for a second and say I'm definitely attracted to the paranormal/fiction Genre and I can't stand non-fiction. I think one of the reasons for this is because Twilight was the book that started it all for me and it was my first romance book also, sure I knew some good books and wanted to read, but Twilight sucked me into the world of books! So once I finished that book I started looking for more. Because Twilight had been a vampire book I started looking for more of those and became comfortable with it. (I'm still in the vampire craze) I really can't seem to get away from vampire books because almost all of the books I've read about vampires have been awesome, its a safe path for me. I really don't like straying from the path, if I find something comfortable I stick with it. So after a while of all vampire books I began to think "Hey, I wonder what other fairy tale-ish books there are? What about Fairies, Werewolves and Witches?" Right now I'm in my 'everything-paranormal' phase.

I've found that I'm attracted to books that have a romantic theme or anything that hints to attraction. I'm a sap for romantic movies, so naturally that would appeal to me. I like Paranormal books, as I said above, because they can have two layers of problems to keep the story going, regular everyday problems and supernatural ones and they can even heighten normal occurrences to something challenging (Only in paranormal books do nose bleeds have the potential to be lethal) I know I really don't like to many books where guys are the main characters, it just doesn't give me anything to connect with. I also like it when the MC gets captured or taken. I love watching how they plan to escape and I feel victorious along side her when she gets away and beats up her captors in the process :D Or if the MC affects one of her captors and gets him or her to be on her side to help her out. It really just makes the adventure more exciting and gets me to root for the MC even more! Being captured lets me see that hey, shes not all powerful but shes not a total wuss either.

That’s really all of the main things that I like in a book, there are a lot of little things but I really don’t have time to go into everything. Tell me what you think? What makes your favorite book?

Procrastination! (Oh, be still my heart)

Okay, So right now I'm listening to The Killers and exactly two minutes ago I was working on my English projects, fixing a few errors before I send it to turnitin.com. As you can see, my sugar induced twitchiness has led me to start blogging once more. *pauses as Indie Rock & Roll comes on to do a spastic air drum solo.* I just had this crazy craving to write (and ,naturally, writing stuff for school doesn’t satisfy this intense desire)

So, I’ve been rereading the ‘Night Huntress’ series by Jeaniene Frost and I have been hit once again with the pure awesomeness of this book. It really has everything I love about books in it! (Though the intense sex scenes I could do without, they burn my eyes out! Beware the second book! O.o) It has a kick butt heroine, believable characters and problems, stud muffin bounty hunter, Spiffy nicknames, No love at first sight crap >.>, Staketastic hunts and much more! I would tell you more, but I’d give away a bit of the plot :D I really do love this book. Needless to say it’s a paranormal romance. I’d give it a 4 ¾ stars. (Right up there with The Hunger Games novels [4 ½] ) The only reason it’s not a 5 is because of the sex scenes, I really don’t want to read that kind of stuff but it does seems unavoidable for the kinds of books I like. Here’s the back summary of the first book:

Half-vampire Catherine Crawfield is going after the undead with a vengeance, hoping that one of these deadbeats is her father--the one responsible for ruining her mother's life. Then she's captured by Bones, a vampire bounty hunter, and is forced into an unholy partnership.

In exchange for finding her father, Cat agrees to train with the sexy night stalker until her battle reflexes are as sharp as his fangs. She's amazed she doesn't end up as his dinner--are there actually good vampires? Pretty soon Bones will have her convinced that being half-dead doesn't have to be all bad. But before she can enjoy her new found status as kick-ass demon hunter, Cat and Bones are pursued by a group of killers. Now Cat will have to choose a side . . . and Bones is turning out to be as tempting as any man with a heartbeat.

It sounds strange and cheesy at some parts, but what book summary doesn’t? (Every time I try to explain a book to someone I end up sounding like an idiot and making the book look horrible in the process) Well I really need to get back to my essay, my writing itch as been scratched for the moment so I shall take my leave and stop procrastinating. :D

Miss. Moo Cow

This is a little project I had to do for Creative writing, It had to be about a real event in my childhood, I'm still not done with it but I'll give you the unfinished version for now. Tell me what you think?

Miss. Moo Cow

Awareness ,of any and all kinds, is often found when it is most unexpected. It jumps out at you and smacks you square in the face, covering you with its sticky, gooey reality, when most unwanted. You can stagger back, and claw at the surface or stand there stunned while the sappy mess invades the pure innocents of your mind. Sometimes its harmless, other times it can rock the very foundations of what you were taught. The only thing you can really do, Is accept it. Maybe even explore it.

When I was six, living in sunny Clearwater Florida. I would often have friends over, just like any other kid, and I spend most my time outside. I was adventurous, always making up stories in my head to spice up my all too boring six year old life. My favorite past time though, was make forts out of anything I could get my grubby little hands on.

And this time me and my friend Jamie, a full year older then me, and therefore; much wiser, were underground cave dwellers. orphans cave dwellers (the very best kind, who needs adults?). And everybody knows that cave dwellers need a cave. Naturally, Jamie and I wasted no time in gathering the tools necessary for such an act. We set to work with a plastic spoon and my mother’s garden trowel in hand.

First, we would have to map out a spot, for not just any spot would do for our secret underground lair, It had to be perfect. Said spot had to within walking distance of the house (So we could sneak in and steal drinks and food that were so carelessly left in plain view and easy reach by the residents)and be well hidden so that no one would stumble upon it and take us back to the dreaded orphanage.

And then alas, after an exhausting five minutes, we had found the perfect spot! Just behind my mother’s ferns, the plants would give excellent coverage for the entrance to our hideout. With excited smiles we dug into the earth, eager to be done so that we could brag to our friends that we had the only underground fort in the neighborhood.

And then, when we were a good foot into the ground I saw something smooth from under the dirt, and with soiled fingers I brushed it off, only to find it was flat and rounded down into the ground. Excitement from this new find fueled me to dig deeper, digging around the strange object. Maybe it was some long lost treasure dropped by distant travelers long ago! Or some clue to unlock a secret door hidden further below the surface. Thoughts swarmed my head as I unearthed the strange ivory object.

There were cracks and holes in it and I turned the oddly shaped treasure around in my grimy hands. ‘Ohs’ and ‘aws’ were heard from my friend as I inspected our new discovery with wide eyes. And then, as Jamie traced the two identical, oval like holes towards what seemed to be the top of the bizarre find, my body froze, I could feel my eyes get larger as I stared at it. Recognition flickered in my mind, back to the family cabin, Where I stood in front of a big black and white spotted dairy cow, petting the scruff atop its head and looking into its big, round brown eyes . . .

I dropped the cow skull and darted for the confines of my room, shouts from my mother rebounded off the walls in protest to my filthy body and the carpet. But I ignored her. With tears streaming down my face I flung myself onto my bed and scrambled over to my stuffed cow I had fondly named Miss. Moo Cow and pulled her into my arms, tears mixed with the dirt and matted into her fur as I rubbed my face back in forth against her. I couldn't believe it, the fact that a cute little cow (that could have very well been related to Miss. Moo Cow) had died in my backyard was too much for me to handle.

After a few minutes of crying it out my friend came in with my mother and I told them all about it. Jamie though, took a different reaction to the realization that what we had found was a skull of a cow. She went on and on about how cool it was and wanted to go back to the yard and start digging for the rest of its bones. I couldn't fathom the reason why she thought it was cool that we had found the bones of a cow in my backyard! What tragedies had befallen the poor, gentle giant?

Thats it for now, I'll be working on it a little each day ^.^

Life (The Saddest Thing I've Ever Read)

Okay, I know I haven't posted in a while. Though thats because I got a virus on my dad's Laptop by watching so much Anime (Yeah, Yeah I know -.- HaHa)So now I can only write on my crappy computer that still doesn't have word Document.

Anywhoo, I read this post on a site I was on and it was being used as someone signature. It depressed me for a while, so thats just a warning before I post this:

LIFE.

Your close friends become strangers. Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn the unimaginable ones. Homework goes in the trash. Soda becomes vodka, kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was our hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. The only drug you knew was cough medicine. Wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The only thing that hurt you were skinned knees and 'goodbye' only meant until tomorrow?
AND WE JUST COULDN’T WAIT TO GROW UP!

Depressing right? This is what some people see when they look at our world today. I really think its sad that someone would think this way and have made those choices, it makes me want to find all those people and try to change that. I want to speak to more people about Christ and all that he has to offer! He can take all that away and give you a new start. At first this just got me down, but when I really thought about it, it just got me fired up.

Now, What Am I Suppose To Be Doing?

So, I just started this blog and I really want to write something. I’ve been thinking about it and trying to figure out how to work this blog thingy-ma-gig. Though all I have been doing is roleplaying and watching Anime, I really should get started soon -.- Maybe I’ll start will one of my short stories? Hmmm, I’m really not sure. *Shrugs* I’ll figure it out sometime, Its not like anyone if following my blog on the first day and is constantly checking if I’ve posted anything new or not, so there really is no pressure at the moment ^.^
I know I won’t post anything by today (Because its 11:27 at night) but I might tomorrow if I have everything set up right, Wish meh luck! *starts watching anime again*

In To The Unknown

So, this is my first post (le gasp!) and I thought I would just dive on in and start ranting. Sound good? Right. Okay, so one of the reasons I started this Blog was because my brother (Dale Jr.) decided that our home computer wasn't working right and one day wipes it clean... Let me just tell you I have had that computer for around seven years so there is a butt load (Hee Hee, I love saying that) of stuff on there, all of my story ideas, my half finished stories, millions of pictures and all this other stuff from years past. Its gone. Erased. Poof. So now I am going to try to rewrite what was lost or even worth salvaging. Its going to be a very slow process, but I’ll try to make it.
Sigh.
Wish me luck, The first story I might start on is called “Underground” That is subject to change seeing as I created it when I was around fourteen and wasn’t nearly as creative as I am now. *Puffs up with pride* :D
I’m also going to try to act professional about this, though anyone who knows me will see that something like that won’t last longer then around half a minuet, See, I’m already feeling it slipping away, No wait don’t go! I Can’t finish with out you! I should go before this gets any more embarrassing.