Spewing Thoughts

Blogging is really difficult to be honest. Especially when it is an English assignment. You gotta keep up with deadlines and make sure your writing doesn't suck too much because usually (at least for me) it sucks really bad. you gotta make sure your posts are not too long or too short and make sure there at least somewhat interesting.

Me, back in the day

When I first started blogging I would write like endive novels and I know that I got bored reading them. Now though I feel much better about what I'm writing about.  I feel that its actually pretty interesting. Except when I'm ranting, I really don't know whats going through my mind. But over the year my ability to get thoughts out of my head and onto the internet has increased significantly. Today I believe that my ability to form coherent thoughts is at the best it has ever been.
I have really enjoyed being able to rant on an alternative source rather than just to my friends  because they are probably getting sick of it. They don't have a choice though, they have to listen to the ranting. But this way I can spew out what I have been thinking for a very long time and I can not force anyone to listen/read it.
Being able to discuss Cassandra Clare and other fantastic authors has been absolutely amazing. I honestly love the conversation I get to have it my self. The spewing thoughts thing is really fun.
When I first started this blog I saw it mainly as a job that has to be done but through out the year I have really begun to enjoy it. As I am writing one of my last posts for the year I think I might continue this blogging thing some day. Except I'd probably start a different one with a less awful title.
I've also realized that I actually really like to write. I'm not very good at it but maybe one day I will be. Who knows? The thing is that I have trouble with doing things without explicit directions to get it done. Basically I need discipline or some type of motivated because if I don't have one I am not going to do it.
Moving on.
 By the way, the only reason I am writing about my blogging experience is because, yes, it is another assignment.
I don't know if anyone else would think that I have improved much since the beginning of the year in terms of writing, but I believe I have. At least the writing process has become easier. I find it so much simpler to just start writing about something now than at the beginning of the year. I no longer think about what I am going to write about a week in advance. Although just in case you do have trouble this website is extremely helpful.
Anyways the point I am trying to make is that blogging can be fun if you like spewing thoughts out to the world. Even if no one reads them, it's still fun to spew thoughts.
I am not sure if I am going to be post anymore after this btw.
Goodbye for now!
Olivia

"Coffee please, and a shot of cynicism" - Lorelai Gilmore

Once again I have been thinking.
I think quite a bit, I know.  This is the kind of thinking where I form some type of theory that you can choose to ignore if you'd like to.
First off let me mention that I have been watching Gilmore Girls (and theres gonna be a revival!!). It is just as good as everyone else says it is, trust me. I started watching it a little while ago and was just kinda "ehhh" about it but now I am utterly in love. This show goes on the shelf with like Grey's Anatomy and The Vampire Diaries and The Mindy Project. Like its good. Following young and single mother, Lorelai Gilmore, and her 16 year old daughter Rory (also named Lorelai) this show takes place in a crazy small town where everyone knows everyones business, coffee seems to go hand in hand with oxygen, and you can never ever be too sarcastic.
Lauren Graham and baby Alexis Bledel are my favorite people ever (at the moment). But also, this show is actually hilarious.

my favorite people

But anyways, I bring up the Gilmore girls because they gave me this idea that you can literally get out of any unwanted situation, and feel somewhat accomplished, if your response is a sarcastic one.
Just about every single line in that show is some kind of sarcastic come back that just makes me laugh. If you know anything about me at all I believe that sarcasm is actually kind of a good thing.  I think it prepares you for any possible assholes who will ever cross your path and arm you with the right comeback to shut them up and make them feel small and stupid. Only assholes deserve to feel small and stupid. Sarcasm is also a good way to break the ice, hoping that your company has at least some sense of humor. Which if they are human beings who have ever smiled in their life, I believe they have a sense of humor.
However, don't make every thing you say a sarcastic remark because then everyone you talk to won't know if you are telling the truth or not. This happened to me last week... People actually can not tell if I am telling the truth or not anymore. I am ashamed. Only slightly.
The sarcastic thing also works if you got a creep breathing down your back. Like I have said before, these sarcastic comebacks, if given the correct way, can make the receiver feel small and stupid which is exactly what you want this creeper to feel. Now this might sound like a stupid idea as you do not want to possibly piss off your potential creeper so I would just say, unless you know extended self defense, do not try this on people who are significantly bigger than you and has any kind of visible way of pinning you down. But if all you need to do is shut 'em up, then the comebacks are a good way to go. They are pretty simple too. Now I can be witty, just not when needed. But what I can do is always make my voice do that fake thing where everything I say sounds like I don't mean it. Now if you can do that, then you'll go far in life. Trust me.
Gilmore Girls is absolutely amazing and by watching it, you not only will fall in love with Lorelai and Rory but also learn a thing or two about what makes a good comeback.
See Ya!
Olivia

A Turtle Apocalypse, Cassandra Clare, and the Sun

I am now going to start every post with "its been awhile" because I've been doing that for basically every singe post I've ever written.
So hello everyone, its been awhile!
Today I am going to tell you a story.    

Believe or not, I took this photo.

A true story.
So spring break just happened and I went to the Galapagos Islands off the coast of Ecuador (for those of you who are not great at geography, Ecuador is in South America, bellow north america, you see where I'm going with this?).
We left early on a Thursday morning with my mother frantically asking questions that she already asked and knew the answer to as well. But that didn't stop her (nothing does.
Eventually she shoved me out the door and I piled into the white minivan that housed the Sheinberg family.
So this family that I speak of consists of a mother, a father, and three kids who like to annoy everyone around them (specifically the youngest). Some people might think "why would you go on a trip with these people?" Well the snare to that is they are like my second family, and I their 4th kid so I get a chance to be an average annoying sibling, as posed to my only child life. I love being an only child, but this gives me a chance to scream and yell and not get "shushed" all the time.
Anyways we made our way to the airport and off to Atlanta where our plane was delayed about 5 years for no actual reason. Eventually we landed in Quito and this is when I realized something. So my mother is full blooded Italian and thus she drives like one. If you don't know how Italians drive, think of it like its the apocalypse and everyone is trying to get to their supposed shelter before they get blown up or eat by a zombie: it's every man for themselves. back in Quito, I began to think that just about everyone outside the U.S drives like its the apocalypse.
When we got to the hotel with our limbs still attached we spent a night there and learned some new things about Ecuador: 1. Swiss food in South America is weird, and 2. Apparently you need to wear swim caps in pools there and no one really knows why. Of course us tourist americans were not aware of this, and ended up using plastic shower caps which, I'm sure you can imagine, looked just brilliant.
Then we got on a flight to Baltra island where the airlines are shitty and the flight attendants even shittier. Not trying to be mean but its just the truth. When we got to Baltra island we got on a bus..then on a ferry... then on another bus... then onto the boat we would be staying on.
Now this boat was beautiful and the food was unbelievably amazing but I get see sick so I spent quite a bit of time napping.
About the napping: so this is spring break right? when your supposed to relax? and, you know, SLEEP IN!??!? Well this boat that housed the really nice, but stupid naturalist who I couldn't help but resent, had other idea.
The boat that we were on had a bunch of old retired couples and then us kids, so when Byron, the nice but stupid naturalist, decided that we would be waking up at 6 am every fucking day so that we could go on a hike and not be too hot. I hate hiking. I hate everything about hiking. I honestly believe it is one of the worst things ever but you know, thats just my opinion.
I was not the only one who really was not up for the whole 6 am thing. I realized that the all the Sheinberg children were actually crying and I thought in that moment, "I love you people, this is exactly how I feel about this situation". Of course I didn't say that, me being a guest and all.
So in the end Annie and I decided to opt out of the morning hikes, but there being no other time for  breakfast, we would stumble down stairs at approximately 6:30 every morning and sleep through breakfast with the rest of the boat. So in the end I spent quite a bit of the trip napping in bed, napping on the deck and napping on the beach. It was frankly awesome.
Other than the napping we went snorkeling, saw some sharks, got scared shitless, went kayaking, saw  some sea lions who were really fucking adorable and quite a bit of turtles. To quote Zoe, "its the turtle  apocalypse!" It honestly was.
I also spent some time reading Lady Midnight (which is the best thing ever and y'all have to read it) on the deck which was probably a highlight of the trip. Each room had its own personal deck and everyday I would go out there and read that bible of a book and love every minute of it.
Reading that book on the beaches we went to was also spectacular.
Over all I was able to get a tan and read another Cassandra Clare book so I consider This vacation a success.
See Ya!
Olivia

Diego and Kieran need to admit their undying love for each other

ITS SO BEAUTIFUL

So the title might seem a bit misleading and odd at the moment but you'll understand soon, I promise.
But first you need to know....
Lady Midnight is actually a real, beautiful, spectacular, physical thing and it was unbelievably amazing.
I have waited a year and a half for this thing and after the release date was pushed back, and then pushed back again, I honestly thought I would never get it.
BUT I DID.
Backing up a bit: Lady Midnight is written by the one and only Cassandra Clare who writes stories about  shadow hunters. Let me explain. Theses shadow hunters are half angel half human beings who's purpose is to  kill demons.
It sounds not as great as it actually is but I do a bad job at explaining things and it is actually so much better than it sounds.
For those of you who have never read a Cassandra Clare book go back and read all of them before you read this one because then this one will be 1000000x better. Then come back and read this post
So Lady Midnight takes place 5 years  after the happenings of TMI (The Mortal Instruments).
DISCLAIMER:  if you haven't read TMI or TID (The Infernal Devices) then this post will mostly likely sound like an advertisement.
So if you have not read a Cassandra Clare novel then, You should read all of them and then come back and read this. 
With out further ado LADY MIDNIGHT WAS THE BEST THING EVER.
So we start off with this kid "Kit" who is supposedly a mundane who has the sight and is the son of Johnny Rook, a man who sells and buys secrets. Now I wanna skip ahead here and talk about Kit. So if we remember the shadow hunter Academy short stories there was one titled The Lost Herondale  then you remember the story that Caterina Loss told Simon about the Herondale child that she raised. At the time I really didn't think much of it. However, back to Lady Midnight, there was that one flash back to Jem telling Emma "you might not see me for a while, I have to look for something, its very important" we all know that its a descendant of that baby that Caterina raised.
Fastforward to the Mantid demons killing Johnny and Kit suddenly becoming a badass and throwing chairs on them, we begin to get suspicious. But right when Emma comes in and starts killing the demons then we see Tessa and Jem in the back ground I KNEW. I TOTALLY KNEW. When they started driving back and Emma was describing what he looked like and her thought process "oh he's totally a Herondale" was amazing. And now I really hope he's gonna live in the institute with the whole squad and its gonna be beautiful and I know I am not the only one who ships him with Tiberius.
Let me talk about shipping now:
So at the moment we have what I like to call a "love hexagon" that consist of Emma , Julian, Kieran, Mark, Cristina and Diego. I am honestly conflicted because obviously Emma and Julian are going to end up together, and they absolutely have to because there is no other way this is going to end and I will not allow it to end any other way. But with Mark and Cristina I want that to happen so badly but then I feel bad for Kieran and Diego because they are actually really great people and the only way I see this ending well is if Kieran and Diego admit their undying love for each other. This way everyone gets someone and I am happy in the end. Also I would like to see Livvy crushing in someone because that would be absolutely hilarious.
I am now going to end this post because it is really long and I'll just tell y'all my favorer parts in the next post.
See ya!
Olivia
Its real. Its actually real.

Finals, Death, and The Galapagos islands

I might die.

Like actually die.

Finals are going to kill me.

Its only Monday and I am already dying.

Lets do the math, how many tests do I have this week?

Ap Geography: 4 (4 F**KING TESTS! 4!!)

English: 2

Math: FML

Spanish: 1 (Ms. Alp I love you)

Bio: 0 (....)

ME

Finals always have me thinking of this impending doom called graduation. I know I still have a while but soon "a while" is gonna turn into one last week of finals that I do not want to think about.

But I think about it all the god damn time because I'm an over thinker (understatement of the year).

It will start with an assignment or test that I have do or study for. Then I think "oh its fine, I'll do this later" I'm also a procrastinator ( another understatement).Eventually later happens then I think about all the other things that are gonna happen, and then graduation is one of those things that is "gonna happen" and thinking about the fact if it is actually going to happen. I can't be sure and at this point in time I know there is absolutely nothing I can do about it but that doesn't stop my mind from trying to scare the living shits out of me.

But I just have to remember that if graduation is eventually gonna happen that means the weekend is eventually gonna happen and that means that this will end one day.

Also, spring break is gonna happen real soon hear and I can't fucking wait.

Like I said, school is going to kill me. Slowly but surely. On second though, its not gonna happen slowly at all, its gonna be a sword known as "the due date" that will stab me in the back while I'm still battling with the last test I took.

 School is like where all the fictional villains in stories go to plan how they are going to kill you. And then you walk into this lair every day expecting some better out come which never happens.

Until you oneway, maybe, possibly, graduate. Then you move onto some other horror shop called life which I also don't want to talk about right now but, like I have stated in the past, I can not seem to stop talking about the inevitable.  One day I will devote an entire post on my ability to over think things and how it is running my life.

Again, spring break is approaching and that has turned into my new motto: Every time another assignment is thrusted into my side in the shape of a dagger I silently chat “spring break” in my head. 

I am not the only one who does this.

I am also not crazy. Just a sleep deprived, caffeine dependent, human being who hates homework.

In many places this is considered normal.

But back to spring break (again). I am going to the Galapagos islands which should be pretty cool and hopefully not involve me waking up at the crack of dawn every god damn day. I am also going with a friend (also known as ….) of mine who is just as lazy as I am so this shouldn’t whole attempting to sleep thing shouldn’t be too big of a problem. 

While at the Galapagos I also hope to be doing a bit of reading, and not doing school work.

You know, if I’m not dead before that…

See ya!

Olivia

Reviewing/ranting/Sophie Kinsella

UGH I STARTED THIS BLOG POST 555 MILLION YEARS AGO (3/2/16) AND FORGOT ABOUT IT!! I HATE MYSELF.
ANYWAYS.....

Ok school sucks and I hate it. And I wanna go home, why am I awake at 7:55 in the morning. Or more specifically, why am I like at school right now? Like WTF Ugh! ok moving on.
So its been about a month since I've written last and well, a bit has happened in that time. I have failed a geography test, read The 5th wave, didn't see the movie, went to LA which was really really fun and yeah, basically the last month.
Moving On.
ITS FRIDAY YAY!
you know what I'm gonna do when I get home, imma read.
Well first I'm gonna read pride & Prejudice for English which really isn't a bad book at all its just I don't want to read it right now cuz its required for me to read and when something is required for someone to do something it automatically makes them not want to do it anymore. Like this is science trust me. So in light of me neglecting to read P&P I have been reading another book which I'm going to talk about for a little while cuz damn it I want to.
So The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella is currently my favorite thing in the world. And its not just the story that I love, and y'all know how much I love stories ( I think, I may need to write a separate post on that specifically). But what I love about this book, or any of Sophie Kinsella's books for that matter, is how vivid it is. When a setting is described I immediately feel like I'm there in the book watching the characters play out their life Like I'm Ebenezer Scrooge chilling with the ghost of christmas whatever. And the thing is, usually I hate descriptive scenes where the author takes 500000 years to describe what the inside of a tent looks like *cough cough* Lani Taylor *cough cough*. But with Sophie's books I genuinely enjoy it. its like I'm right there. When Samantha (main character) is learning how to cook with Iris (fellow main-ish character) I'm just reading with my mouth watering because I now want to eat all of this beautiful yet fictional food.
I may have a problem.
Or, Sophie Kinsella is just an amazing author.
In a brief summary of The undomestic Goddess, we follow Samantha Sweeting who is a lawyer/badass/epic human in general.
Anyways, after a particularly important paper gets lost amiss her extremely unclean desk, she then leaves her office, gets on a train, and doesn't come back...
Ending up in a small town with a big house, she knocks on the door asking for some water and an aspirin.
a women opens the door and gives her something a bit stronger than aspirin.
A day later Samantha wakes up with a new job as a Housekeeper.
I won't go into much more detail because I want every person ever to read this book without knowing every thing that happens.
Now I have to go study.
See ya!
Olivia

November 9. Written By: My favorite Person

 Hi! Ok this is really late and i’m an idiot but long story short I have been reading and it makes me so happy.

But first let me just say that the internet is really annoying and I cant deal with it. I wrote this post quite some time ago and as you can see this post was not published on that day. What happens is I start writing a post, I nearly finish writing that post and then forget about it and don’t publish it till after the assignment is due.

But now I’m gonna talk about a book

a very good book.

A book that made me smile. 

(This part was written a while ago.)

Anybody know who Colleen Hoover is?

well, in case you are new here, she is the best person.

My favorite person

Bottom line. 

(****WARNING: SPOILERS!!!!****) 

She wrote this book called November 9 which is my actual life.

This story follows Fallon O’Neil, the daughter of a semi-famous actor who had his own TV show a while back.  Fallon was once an actress herself, who also had her own TV show (Colleen loves cable apparently). She was once a very successful actor as well. Until the fire.

Now the fire is the main issue throughout the is whole book and just causes so many fucking (please excuse my french) issues for the main characters its not even funny. 

I’m getting ahead of myself.

But anyways.

We begin on November 9th with Fallon eating lunch with her father who she blames for this fire that ruined her acting career. Her father is trying to talk her out of moving to New York because she is “no longer good enough”.

(She got burned. Now all of the mean Hollywood people don’t like her anymore. This is just a vague summary, its not vital to the story line.)

While at the specific restaurant, Fallon meets Ben (whose last name I don’t remember).

Ben is my favorite person. ( The writing of this post is getting increasingly childish but I do not care.)

Ben, overhearing an argument between Fallon and her father, takes it upon himself to intervene.  

“HI I’m Ben, your daughter’s boyfriend.”

“Your what?” Fallon’s father asks her.

Fallon, having never seen this man in her life is utterly dumbfounded.

But because this is a Colleen Hoover book, she just goes along with it.

Fallon’s father, being none the wiser, decides to believe Ben.

After continuing this argument with Ben present, Fallon’s father leaves having not convinced her to not move.

Ben and Fallon continue to get to know each other for a little while. Mainly consisting of Ben telling her she should be more confident. Eventually they leave this restaurant and continue to talk at Fallon’s place. Ben realizes the.n that Fallon is leaving that very night to move to New York. Having no more than 3 hours left together they spend that time ASLEEP. Like they fell asleep because they were just so damn tired apparently (sarcasm). 

Waking up about 3o minutes before Fallon has to leave, they decide that they will see each other every November 9th for the next 5 years so that Ben can write a book about the two of them Called… wait for it… November 9.

This story is so much more than anyone would ever think with its screwy plot twists and intricate characters that I believe to be my actual friends.  That might just be because I am a fangirl and believe that every fictional character is my friend. But anyways Colleen’s characters are the real deal. 

I’ll stop right there. 

I want all of y’all to actually read this book so…

See Ya! 

Olivia

P.S here is a link to Colleen’s books that all of you should read so we can all enjoy the magnificence that is Colleen Hoover. 

Dear Christine

Dear Christine,

I found you a couple years ago when I first started to enjoy reading. It was an accident honestly. Casually browsing my Instagram, someone told me to subscribe to you on Youtube and because I was  thoroughly convinced that sounded like bullshit, I decided to link on the link the prove a point.

I was wrong.

After watching your book lions video I watched all your videos.  And then I showed them all to my friend, who is actually writing a post about you too.

You introduced me to the "booktube" community which is something I didn't know existed before you. Checking to see if you had a new video up became the best par to my day. I think I've seen all your videos twice. Including the ones on your comedy channel, of course.

Ok, real quick: for those of you who don't know, Christine is a book tuber who makes amazing videos all about books (i.e the definition of a book tuber). Like, everything that has to do with books, I didn't even know it was possible to talk about books that much and still be interested. But I was happily surprised.

Back to Christine: Both your comedy and book channel are the reasons why I wanted to write my blog.

Books and ranting are my two of my favorite things in the world.

I am not kidding. 

It just seemed right

Back when my friend and I first started watching your videos we tried to make a youtube channel too, but we were just too lazy. The blogging thing takes much less effort. I know that sounds bad but its the truth. We would much rather just watch your fabulous videos, instead of making our own much shittier ones.

While watching your videos I realized I relate to you on a real level. Now I'm not trying to become your best friend or anything but whenever you make some thought or comment or express your opinion about something, I always find myself screaming out "SAAAAMMEE". This happens just about every time I watch one of your videos.

So this post is supposed to be to the person who inspired me to write about this specific topic, and you are why I chose the topics of books and ranting. 

Believe it or not I genuinely love hearing your ridiculous stories about your life; I honestly find them quite interesting. Which gave me the idea to tell ridiculous stories on my blog, which is really really fun. I know they aren’t as great as yours but still, it humors me and I needed and something to write about that wasn’t a sport like everyone else in my grade was writing about. I know it may seem like I’m not a true parkite because I don’t mention how amazing the snow is every 2 sentences and thats completely the truth, I am not a true parkite. But I am totally not judging the real parkites, you blog about what you wanna blog about. But Imma do the same.

This brings me to your Book channel. I enjoy watching your book haul videos wayyyyy more than I should. So I thought I’d write about that too. Thats really really fun too.

But you’re amazing and just a spectacular human in general (I hope that sentence wasn’t cree, it wasn’t meant to be).

Lastly heres a link to the fabulous Christine Riccio youtube channel, or other wise known as Polandbananas20

See ya!
Olivia

Don'thatemcuzmybrainhasnowords

Wow. I’m really leaving this post to the very last minute as it is due today... I've probably told y'all before, but I am the queen of procrastinating, like if there was a job thats sole description was procrastinating, I'd be employee of the month or maybe a freelance for something but whatever, what I'm trying to say is that I can procrastinate like no other.

But I don't wanna talk about how good I am at procrastinating, thats boring...

I'm gonna talk about some people...

Now a few of my friends have recently written posts about my... group of friends (thats what were gonna call them because the real name isn't necessary right now) and I think I'm gonna do something like that too, but I'm gonna talk a little more about how my friends made me realize a few things about awkwardness. 

"the worst possible situation ever" 

So I call myself an awkward person, because I kind of am. But I'm not like socially awkward or shy exactly, I don't get the urge to run away and hide from social situations, I usually love talking to people and hearing what they have to say (if I don't hate them or anything and they aren't boring me).  But what happens is that I would go to a party or something and I'm talking to people I've never met before, my brain just kinda goes "shit, theres people around and I legit don't know what to say" so I end up standing there with my mouth glued shut for the next who knows how long and these people will end up thinking that I don't like them. This is what I call "the absolute worse situation ever". I try my best to avoid this situation but it still happens. I don't even know if this issue can be classified as being awkward but thats what I'm calling it for lack of a better word. Maybe I'll make up a name or something.  

But I've realized that the absolute worst only happens when I'm around people I don't know very well.  Heres my definition of friends: people you can be around with and be able to say whatever you want. When I'm around my friends I never shut up. Like I'm loud, I rant and, sometimes I'm a bit obnoxious. I never not know what today. I can just talk and I love talking. Sometimes (ok, a lot of the time) half the things I say don't make any sense but I don't give a shit. And the best part is that I feel absolutely no pressure to actually talk. The other thing that makes for the "absolute worse possible situation ever" is that I feel like I absolutely have to say something otherwise these people will forget about me. Which honestly, is kinda true. If I truly say nothing the whole time then the people I'm "talking" to will probably have no idea I was even there in the first place. But when I'm with my friends we have these moments where no one is saying anything. A conversation will end and the only noise we'll hear is the music in the back ground and maybe someone singing along. When this happens, no one feels uncomfortable and I don't feel like I have to fill the silence with something not really worth saying. When we want to talk, we talk. And we do it because we have something to say, not just to fill the void. And when we don't want to talk we don't. And thats okay.

When I'm with my friends I'm not really awkward anymore. Or at least I can avoid "the absolute worst possible situation ever". And as long as I can do that, I'm ok with being a little awkward, theres nothing wrong with that...

Back to a post I wrote a while ago about choosing how to feel in a situation totally applies to this, believe it or not I actually really like making friends now a days. That whole "absolute worst situation ever" thing doesn't happen to me that often anymore, for the most part, I can deal. 

Also, awkward has many different meanings, and it really isn't the right word for what I'm trying to describe here. I think I am gonna make up a word..."Don'thatemecuzmybrainhasnowords" (don't-hate-me-cuz-my-brain-has-no-words) there... I don't care if thats just a bunch of real word smashed together, it gets the point across...kind of...

See ya! 

Olivia 

I've done it

Its official: I have finished Winter (well I finished it a month ago but I'm just really lazy and just got around to writing the review right now).   
So if you're new here, Winter, written by Marisa Meyer, is this really really really big book thats really good.
But to be more specific; I'll start from the beginning.
In previous posts I've mentioned Winter and how excited I was about it, a countless number of times but I only had my ridiculous imagination and a few predictions about what I thought was going to happen. But it was nothing like I thought it would be. I mean I wasn't wrong about it being totally magnificent because it totally was! but more happened than I thought it would.

Luna: for those who are unaware

*WARNING* 

If you have not read the previous novels to this series, what I am about to write about will make absolutely no sense.
Starting from the point of view of Winter, she is in the throne room with her psychotic step mother during the trials (and possible executions) of the people who may or may not have been apart or witnessed the kidnapping of Kai. Eventually Jacin shows up and is mostly likely going to be executed but Levana, being the saint that she is, decides to just let him get whipped a couple of times and not give him dinner one night. This is where we witness Winter's first crazy spell, where she claim the walls are covered in blood and she's a princess of ice...
But really, every time she had one of her "visions" I just got more confused because there wasn't much of an explanation as to why not using her glamour caused her to go insane. I'm most likely forgetting where that is explained but maybe I'm not.
Anyways...
Around chapter 4 (yes, I remember the chapter that this happened) we got Cinder and I was so unbelievably happy about these next few chapters because, lets face it,much needed moment alone, I was crying from tears of joy. It was fabulous.
Kai. Alright, I love Kai more than any male character like ever. Okay not true, I mean Will Herondale and many others are out there somewhere.  But in terms of the lunar Chronicle, he is the best ever. So when in chapter 4 he and Cinder have a much much
But of course Kai has to go back to New Beijing and persuade the Bitch Queen (a.k.a Levana) to have their wedding on Luna.
Alright, this is a little of topic but I don't remember why she wore the veil over her head. I mean I read Fairest and it explained the first time she did it and all but I don't remember why she did it exactly. Does it even explain that? Damn, now I wanna know...
And now coming back to Winter...
We also get to see Scarlet!!! Like, for real; it's not every 78 pages for 2 seconds.
I used to hate Scarlet to be honest, like in her book she kinda bothered me, like she was really badass and all but it seemed like she tried to hard to not care... if you know what I mean... And with Wolf their romance was kinda over in like 2 pages, with not even a little suspense in Kai and Cinder's story or Thorne and Cress's. Ok, maybe a little too much for those four but still, when it finally happened it really made it worth the wait. Like really worth it. But Scarlet and Wolf: it wasn't drawn out enough.
But I still love them.
And I really respected Scarlet in this book, she redeemed herself by helping Winter, and the mutant soldiers wolf things.
Now Cress and Thorne: they, as a couple, are my favorite. like I love concert and Kai but Cress and throne just makes me so happy. But apparently I was just a little too happy at the end of Cress when they have the whole kiss on the the top the roof and its amazing and theres fireworks, I thought that that whole scene was them not being friends anymore but in Winter, I guess I'm proven wrong!!
Damn it! Now I'm angry.
Okay, anyways, at least they end up together in the end, the sen where they are in the castle was fantastic and then when Cress is in the hospital just makes me smile.
Over all my favorite part is either when Cinder kills the bitch queen or the very end when Kai is all "would you consider becoming an empress sometime?" and Cinder in response says "yeah, sure." But I loved it and there are so many more things that happened (it's 830 pages, a lot of shit went down) but I really can't write more about it unless this post becomes like 10000000 words long and then it gets boring and blah blah blah... but anyways
I loved it so much...
See ya!
Olivia

Real or Not Real?

So I am really really lazy and started to write this post 2 weeks ago and finished it about 2 minutes ago so were just gonna pretend its December 17th.

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It has been over a month since Winter came out and I am on page 100... out of 827... I am disappointed in myself.

But its not my fault!! (entirely) Winter break starts like today so I've been busy with school and papers and school and science teachers who are out for my blood and school and this one person in particular who is so so so sweet but because of this person, I'm having problems concentrating on anything else! So I'm busy...

But I am literally going to force my self to finish that god damn book before the year ends... in 15 days....  We'll see what happens.

But needless to say I can not wait for break, I am so unbelievably done with school and assignments and tests, its like  no matter how much I study for them I still get a shitty grade on the ones I'm most prepared for, but do alright on the ones that I'm sure I'm gonna fail. Not complaining about that specifically, but still, I'd rather just not deal with the tests in the first place.

Okay, I'll stop talking about school, y'all, whoever you are, have heard the endless ranting before. But now I'm gonna talk about fantasy because... well... Winter. And reality too because why the hell not and no ones gonna stop me

Fantasy is not real, and never will be, because the second it is real, its reality. No matter how hard we try fantasy is fiction an  fiction is, again, not real. Thats how we know the difference between fantasy and reality. Real or not Real? Well, is there a fire breathing dragon chilling on the top of the Empire State? Probably fantasy. Your still doing homework? most likely Reality (unfortunately). Wouldn't it be nice if we could all just live in Fantasy land and then just screw reality? But reality is what makes fantasy so... amazing. Reality is when we live are real lives and then go read a really really good book or watch a really really good movie, or see a really really good play. Fantasy is new and you haven't seen or read it before and you don't know whats going to happen. The fact that it isn't reality makes that story so much more interesting. 

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Take the Great Depression for example: life sucked, reality, for just about everyone in America sucked. With a poverty rate of 25% for the whole country, life was really really bad (to say the least). Believe it or not, motion pictures became quite popular around this time because, well I think, because it gave people a distraction from their reality. So your average family at the time would spend most of their day at home, the husband may go look for a job at some point, maybe he's lucky enough to still have one. He'd come home to his wife who's depressed and starving, the kids who are sitting around sad and bored, and they'd all realize that this is their pretty shitty reality. So he takes his family to the new found cinema down the street to see a movie. They pay their 18 cents for a ticket (practically a fortune) so they are able to escape their reality, and for an hour and a half view a fantasy. Lets say this family is seeing a movie about a double agent that goes undercover to make sure some bomb doesn't go off (it's cliche today but not during the 30's). This family smiles and laughs for the first time in a very long time and they aren't thinking about what they are going to do after, eventually they are going to have to go back but for now, they are enjoying the story, the fantasy right in front of them. 

Or from personal experience, I remember many many times that i was doing homework and really didn't want to... at all... but this time I was being really bitchy and math was making less sense than I thought possible so I decided to take a break and read a book. Quite a surprise I know. But when I first started reading it I was in a shitty mood but soon I got like really into this book, and then I wasn't thinking about math anymore and when I finished it, I was no longer bitching at my parents and in a considerably better mood. I wished for a minute that I could just live in that world, and live the life of the main character, but then I realized that both my parents would be dead, my sister was trying to kill me, and the man I loved had some plague that was probably gonna kill him. That would be my reality...

Some fantasies aren't that bad though, I know I'm not the only one who thinks up impossible scenarios in my head and pretends its my life. But also reality doesn't always suck, I mean mine is just fine right now ;)

See ya!

Olivia