I can’t believe a little bag of cherries cost $6!
Welcome to this weeks Friday 5, In the Mood.
- What puts you in a creative mood? Something inspiring.
- What puts you in a silly mood? The people I’m around.
- What puts you in a contemplative mood? Having something to think about.
- What puts you in a competitive mood? Games.
- If you’d call yourself a talkative person, what puts you in a quiet mood? If you’d call yourself a quiet person, what puts you in a talkative mood? Wine puts me in a talkative mood. It also depends on the people I’m around.
Thanks for participating, and may your weekend find you in the best of moods!
- My husband’s grey hair. There’s a lot and it came out of no where.
- Season finales and the start of summer programming.
- Christmas morning breakfast in the middle of the year.
- Edward Pie.
- The MotU and Fridays at Noon epilogues.
- The rain. It makes me feel like I’m back in Forks again.
That pretty much sums up how I’ve been feeling lately about Rob and Twi stuff.
I really think my trip to Forks in March was the crescendo to my Twi-life. It was the perfect thing at the perfect time and now I’m getting over it.
Don’t get me wrong. I still love the books and can’t wait till November for Breaking Dawn, but it’s more of a slow burn than a hot fire now.
I’m still reading fics left, right, and center, because let’s face it, there’s some great stories out there and they’re not only free to read, but they’re insanely hot! hot! hot!
I’ve preordered my copy of Fifty Shades of Grey, and can’t wait for Thursday for the release. Let’s face it, Fifty’s my Edward now. He’s my happy place and when I think of Edward, I think of Fifty.
So while I may not be as in love with Twilight and Rob as I used to be, there’ll still be that part of me that will look back with fond memories of an old and familiar friend. And holy shit am I glad I wasn’t one of those people to get a Twilight tattoo!
R is a young man with an existential crisis–he is a zombie. He shuffles through an America destroyed by war, social collapse, and the mindless hunger of his undead comrades, but he craves something more than blood and brains. He can speak just a few grunted syllables, but his inner life is deep, full of wonder and longing. He has no memories, no identity, and no pulse, but he has dreams.
After experiencing a teenage boy’s memories while consuming his brain, R makes an unexpected choice that begins a tense, awkward, and strangely sweet relationship with the victim’s human girlfriend. Julie is a blast of color in the otherwise dreary and gray landscape that surrounds R. His decision to protect her will transform not only R, but his fellow Dead, and perhaps their whole lifeless world.
Scary, funny, and surprisingly poignant, Warm Bodies is about being alive, being dead, and the blurry line in between.
Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion was a surprisingly good read. I was kind of skeptical at first, what with it being about zombies and all. When I found that it wasn’t really scary at all, but more interesting than I thought it would be, I couldn’t put it down, and finished it in a few days. It’s not a very long story, but it’s a good one.
A zombie protagonist, who knew?
Hello, welcome to this weeks Friday 5, Horsies.
- What are your feelings about horses? I like them.
- How far would you have to go if you wanted to ride a merry-go-round? To Calgary.
- When did you last eat something containing pinto beans? I have no idea.
- How’s your mane? Short.
- When did you last go hoarse? Last week, playing Guitar Hero.
Thanks for playing, and have a studly weekend!