just breathe.

Okay, so, I'm going to try to keep up with this blogging everyday thing.
and PERHAPS, the poems, as well.

I just finished reading Twilight.
And when I reached the last word on the last page, I closed the book and exclaimed [in my head] WHAT THE HELL?!
I don't want to be offensive when stating my opinion on this damned book, but really.
As you probably know, it's about half [or more of] the female teenage population's favorite book, at the moment. But really, you guys? Or girls?
I pity anyone who believe they have read no better book than this one.
Ugh.
Many people have been stating that they hate the book, when they haven't read it, or that they dislike it only because they wanted to, what, come off as all non-conformist and not trying to fit into the crowd, rebellious and cool or whatever.
But I wanted to read the book and be real, because I've always thought that when something is raved about so frequently and heavily, it simply must be somewhat good, right?!
BUT NO.
What a waste of my freaking time.
I got through like, 20 chapters, wondering when it would get good, right? Because so far it had been very dry and repetitive and rather, well, boring. It was so packed full of that teenage lovey-dovey crap.
In my opinion, a romance book seems like it'd be one of the hardest to write, because it could so easily become cliche and meaningless and drive people up the wall. So if you're going to write one, it better be of the highest quality.
And to me, in no way was Twilight of the highest quality.
April had told me that from about page 400 to the end, it became really good, suspenseful and keeps-you-reading kind of good, and I believed her. I thought that if so many people loved this book, and so far I didn't like it much at all, that the ending must have been so mind-blowing that it completely ousted all the dull, endless descriptions I'd previously read.
I hate writers who describe and describe and describe. I'm sorry, but it tends to reach a certain extent before I cease to comprehend.
Anyway, I had read books before that didn't reach out to me until the last hundred pages or so, and then their endings were just so powerful that the fact that the rest of the book remained mediocre no longer mattered.
There are so many books like that, in fact.
Twilight isn't one of them.
>:|
I waited and waited for that excitement to hit, until I suddenly found myself on the last page, wondering how it just slipped right by me. This is because it never happened.
-___-
As I stated, I don't mean to offend you in any way whatsoever, if you're extremely fond of this book, too.
But I can without a doubt tell you that I honestly groan with sorrow for anyone who considers Twilight their favorite book, because it is such clear proof that their lives so strongly lack decent reading material. So sad. SO. SAD.
Never again do I want to read another Stephanie Meyer book, so I pray they don't make a film out of New Moon or whatever that other one is called.
This makes me unable to wait until I can just fill my head back up with some mature, advanced, young adult fiction. Yum.



Cool, alarming water smashes against your unsuspecting face
As you catch your breath,
For the wind's knocked out of you for the shortest of moments.
Arms and legs push and force rhythmic movements.
Together, they work automatically
Without the need for mental concern or consent.
At first, effort is nowhere to be found-
All seems so simple, so easy, so quick and steady.
Until, as you continue, on and on
Things begin slowing.
And suddenly the body overcomes the mind's will.
It breaks and pauses, falling into an unfortunate state of awkwardness.
Still, it's all about try, try, try.
Harder.
Stronger.
Faster.
More, more, more.
The crowd is screaming at you; go, go, go!
But can you still go?
Just hold your gaze upon the wall as it grows larger; closer.
Watch it, reach for it, touch it, almost...
Stop.
Wait.
Breathe.

Swim is a lot of fun. I never expected any sport to offer as much as it does, really. Sure I get tired and frustrated at times, but when practice is over, I feel refreshed and new and full of, I don't know, life.
Makes me want to do more sports.
Regardless of what people say about not being able to see me doing one.
It drives me so much more than anything else.
To do well in school, complete all my homework.
Get a good night's sleep.
Eat healthy.

For once, I'm rather happy with how things are going when it comes to myself.
Life is good. :]





CLT: I always state that I don't want kids, but recently I've been thinking that IF this ever happens, IF- which it probably won't, but maybe by accident or something or when I'm older and am done with my time for fun.....I'd like to name a girl Audrey.