Relative Dimension

Nobody told me it was going to be 100 degrees today! I got my hair cut this morning and it seems like it was just in time for the hot weather. It's awfully short; some might use the term "lesbian." But it feels great, and it will grow out a bit in a couple of weeks anyway.

I've started reading The Lord of the Rings again at the rate of about five pages a day. At that pace I should finish sometime in January.

Season two of Venture Bros. starts tomorrow and I'm very much looking forward to it. I just hope they bring back Hank and Dean.

Sam comes home in two weeks!

I had hoped to finish Half-Blood Prince today so that I could watch all the movies tomorrow, my one completely free day this week, but seeing as I have over two hundred and fifty pages left I'd say it's not bloody likely. Either way, I'll have something to do tomorrow.

I've got about 300 pages to go in Order of the Phoenix (roughly the length of the first book) and I'm finally in unfamiliar territory; I haven't read the back half of this one in about three years and so far almost nothing rings a bell. I've realized this is a dry year for Harry Potter (no new book, no new movie) which there hasn't been since the books started coming out here. Good thing I'm getting my fix. But soon I'll run out and there won't be any more and I'll be sad.

Both the cats are sneezing and sniffling with some respiratory thing. Rodrigo's being a brat and not letting us give him his meds without putting up a good fight. I've suggested sticking the eyedropper down his throat while he's sleeping, or knocking him out first. Mom wasn't too thrilled with those ideas.

I never thought I'd hear myself say it, but I'm starting to miss being in school and having tons of homework. I've been reading these books with kids at school and all their homework for a week and a half and it's making me jealous. I want to go to a magic school and play Quidditch and stuff. I'll have to settle for a Muggle university and club sports; I've never played sports in school in my life, except for lunchtime soccer and whatever was in PE, so there's not a chance in hell I'd make the teams. But there's about 5000 clubs there, so I should be able to find something I like. I really want to learn to snowboard. Hockey or soccer might be fun as well. I just can't do sports that involve throwing, because I throw like a girl. 
College certainly suits me better than K-12, and oddly enough I do best when I'm constantly kept busy writing essays and stuff. I had two terms at Chemeketa where I got all As: one was fall of last year when I had Precalculus, Astronomy, and Speech (which is incredible, because I'm usually terrible at every one of those subjects); and winter of my second year when I had three English classes (Intro Shakespeare, Intro Drama Lit, Intro Mythology) and World History. I was turning in several essays every couple of weeks and my notebook was delightfully crammed and messy. I really wish I'd had this spirit about learning when I was a kid. Maybe if the atmosphere hadn't been so repressive I'd have had the will to do better. But those years have gone.

I have nine workdays remaining before I gleefully rejoin the rainks of the unemployed.

Two days in a row I have had to work alone because the people I'm supposed to worth with can't get their schedules straight and The Boss hasn't hired anybody else yet. Tomorrow I get to work with Mitch, who's back in town. That should be fun.

I'm still in Sorcerer's Stone and enjoying it. I think this is the fourth time I've read this book in three and a half years. It'll be the same with Goblet of fire once I get that far. Chamber of Secrets and Prisoner of Azkaban have only been read twice, I think, because I skipped them last year when I was catching up for Half-Blood Prince, which I've only read once. I've read Order of the Phoenix once all the way through, and the first half or so twice more. I have trouble getting through that one, for several reasons. It's a lot longer for one, not only the number of pages, but the print is also smaller so it's even longer compared to the others than it looks at first glance. Also, I feel Harry's anger, and he has a lot of it in that one. Umbridge reminds me of how I felt in school at that age (okay, maybe I didn't have it quite THAT bad, but I had that same anger) and I desperately want to punch her in the face but I can't because she's a character in a book. Which is my favorite? I'm not sure. I like PoA because Lupin's in it a lot and I love him. I like GoF because it kicks ass and the chapter Blood, Flesh & Bone is possibly my favorite in the series so far. I also like HBP because it also kicked ass. It seemed somehow different though, and I can't really put my finger on why. But I still loved it. I only wish it was longer.

Do you know I have the same given names as TWO X-men? Crazy.

I just finished reading Eragon and it was all right. I do wish that I'd looked at the film cast list before I'd started. I had the wrong guy for Brom. But the guy I used was offered the role, so I was close. I'm not wild about Christopher Paolini's writing style because it seems amateurish and unrefined, but I guess I should go easier on a guy who wrote his first book at fifteen. Show off. Anyway, the story was decent and it had one character that I really liked, but part of that may have something to do with him in my mind looking suspiciously like Robert Pattinson (aka Cedric Diggory). Sometimes when I read books I figure out plot twists that aren't really there, and I hope that turns out to be the case with one involving him. It actually makes a bit of sense and I've seen little that disproves it, but I still hope I'm wrong about it. If I'm not, it basically means toast for my guy. I don't know how I cooked this one up, either. It's a doozy. Anyway I have to wait three or four days until I can get the next book so I won't know for sure until at LEAST then. Maybe not even until the third book, and I don't think that's been written yet. Fooey. Oh well, I'll keep hoping my imagination is putting things together that don't go again. I'm really terrible at solving mysteries. I think Half-Blood Prince is the only one I actually figured out almost right away. No romance taking over in this book, but I know for a fact it's only a matter of time because the fortune teller said so and she's been right about stuff so far. I just hope it's the cute black chick and not Mary Sue Elf. She's too old for Eragon anyway. I know I said that thing about wanting an older girl in a couple, but she's probably got at least a few thousand years on this kid. I don't think it would work out. Personally I think he should snub both girls and choose his buddy Murtagh (who looks alarmingly like Robert Pattinson), but I'm not that lucky. They'll have to have a secret affair. I don't feel like reading my other books now, I feel like continuing this series... which is weird, because I usually get sick of a series after one book and have to leapfrog. Maybe I liked this book more than I think I did. I guess I don't usually finish a five hundred page book unless I have some interest. I MUST find out what happens to Murtagh. I don't much care for Paolini's descriptions of his female characters. There's only one who he doesn't keep reminding us is Aphrodite's twin, and I think that one's based on his sister. Well, two, but the other one's a dragon so she doesn't count. She's blue, that's about all I know. I will give the next book a try. But if the Evil King Galbatorix turns out to be Eragon's father, I will never read another book again.  

When I'm reading Eragon is played by Daniel Radcliffe. And you may have heard Murtagh is Robert Pattinson. Yay! Pretty!