Even More Sunshiny Goodness!

Can you believe this?

I got tagged for the Sunshine Blogger Award not one, not two, but three more times! Why do you all think I am so sunshiny, huh?

Haven’t I made it perfectly clear that I am an Evil Overlord who laughs maniacally as she burns down small villages?

Oh, well…

You all know how much I love to talk about myself. I just can’t resist!

One of the beans who tagged me was Kenzie, my fellow Rodent – she is a chipmunk, I am a squirrel – and the other half of our Moriarty Duo – I’m Jim and she’s Morty. I think she’s also the reincarnation of my childhood best friend, Amy and the embodiment of happiness, but it debatable.

It totally makes sense for her to have been nominated for this award. It doesn’t make sense that I would be, though. Why are you all so confused?

Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll answer these questions and prove my unsunshininess. Okay? Okay.

If you could have one day (24 hours, exactly) to be any fictional character you wanted, which would you pick and WHY?

What kind of question is this, Kenzie? There are so many to choose from…

Okay. I would either be Black Widow,

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or Meg. Because they’re all so… similar.

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And that’s if I limit myself to female characters!

Now I must flee from this evil question before I overthink it!

Would you rather be a mime for 24 hours, or speak in nothing but haikus for 42 hours? (answers must reflect what you pick [i.e. ‘I would choose Haiku, because it is easier, than never speaking…’ {GIF’s are allowed and also ENCOURAGED}])


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Chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry?

Is this… an ice cream question?

In case you weren’t already aware… I love chocolate! Muchly.

My blog’s title has chocolate in it, after all. So I think the answer to this question is fairly evident? But just in case it is not, I will spell it out for you – chocolate is the best, always. The end.

However, strawberry is fun and quirky and I approve of you if you like it. Vanilla, on the other hand, is utter boredom and when faced with the decision to eat no ice cream or vanilla ice cream, I actually choose to deprive myself of the sugary goodness of which I am so fond.

I am a true martyr.

Would you rather be a dragon or a phoenix?

Traditional dragons are quite ugly. Just thought I’d get that out there. My own designs for dragons are beautiful, though, as is Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon.

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Nevertheless, I must choose phoenix.

The two choices are weirdly similar, though…

They can both fly and they both have a connection of some kind to fire? I am correct when I assume that a phoenix is essentially a “firebird,” right?

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Well, phoenixes are beautiful and birds are beautiful and I think I would rather have feathers than scales?

Ursula gives you an ultimatum: (A) become a mermaid forever (complete with the tail), but be unable to breathe underwater, or (B) stay a human forever and no longer be able to breathe air, but breathe underwater instead. Which do you pick?

Kenzie, did you ask this question with me in mind? Because you know I am terrified of Ursula? You’re mean.

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I thought about this long and hard. At first I thought I would choose to have legs and be able to breathe underwater. Because I naturally thought I would live in the water… like a mermaid. I didn’t realize that part of that is not being able to breathe air? Hm. I don’t like that.

So I choose to be a mermaid who must come up for air every now and then. I love water and am perfectly willing to live in it for the rest of my life.

I do like my legs, though, so that is saddening.

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…I did some research on mermaids, though, and mermaids must come up for air every six minutes anyway? I don’t know about the rest of you, but I always assumed this was the way it worked. It’s… well, it’s kind of obvious? But apparently it is popularly assumed that mermaids live their entire lives underwater, without being forced to come to the surface if they don’t want to.

Ariel, sadly, was not aware of her own limitations and could breathe… both? That’s a blatant fail, Disney. I expected more from you.

Mermaids are so fascinating, though! Did you ever think about the fact that it can’t be good for your skin to be submerged in water for that long? It turns out your skin will begin to deteriorate and eventually fall off if you are submerged in water for more than three days. So, mermaids have two options here. Their skin can’t be quite like human skin, or mermaids must get out of the water and let their skin dry out every couple of days.

Perhaps that is why in old paintings, mermaids are often portrayed as lounging around on rocks?

The Little Mermaid got this wrong as well, by the way. If you have to come up for air every six minutes and have to get out of the water entirely every two days, you wouldn’t make your home deep undersea or in the middle of the ocean. You would live somewhere close to the surface. That’s fail number two, Disney…

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Describe to me your favorite color, without using the color’s name… (this is not a question, but I CARE NOT!)

This is going to be stupidly easy…

I have two favorite colors. One is the color of grass and leaves on trees. The second is the color of the sky and water.

Bet ya can’t guess which ones I’m talking about!

You’re given the option of becoming famous overnight, or being a small town-celebrity. Which do you pick, and why? (#deep)

I loudly proclaim my wish to be world-famous. Overnight or otherwise. Though… overnight would be nice? I wouldn’t have to put as much work into my fame, that’s certain…

Why? Um. Is it shallow to say that I want it because it is my dream?

Yes? I don’t care! It’s my dream, Rapunzel. Deal with it.

Would you rather have the Beast or the library?

Is this a question? The library, mate. The library.

Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? Or stay locked up in your room all day reading books and writing stories?

This is going to surprise you.

But I choose the snowman. I’m an introvert and a proud one, yes. But strangely enough, I do not like being indoors. It makes me restless…

Yes, people are terrifying.

Yes, I am essentially a recluse who never leaves the house.

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But I love being out and going places and doing things!

I just made that question weird and deep, didn’t I?

Which falls faster–the chicken or the egg?

Isn’t it supposed to be “which comes first: the chicken or the egg?” to which I would answer that it’s obvious that the chicken comes first. Why is that supposed to be a difficult question anyway?

But… all this falling stuff… I suppose the egg? It’s more dense. Besides, chickens are birds so they could flap their wings if they started falling…? Right?

Middle Earth is at war with Narnia. Which side wins?

This seems painfully obvious. I’m cringing.

For starters, Narnia is at a severe disadvantage because it is a small country and Middle Earth is the entire world. Narnia is populated predominantly by dwarves, animals, mythical creatures, and trees. Middle Earth has all this and more – Ents, elves, dwarves, men, Dunedain, wizards, trolls, orcs, and hobbits. But even if these two glaring facts were not true, I still maintain that Middle Earth is much grimmer and more warlike than happy ol’ Narnia.

I mean, can you imagine Aragorn and Peter charging across the battlefield toward each other? Ouchie.

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On that sunshiny note… let’s plunge into Anna‘s questions!

What is your favorite pastime besides writing and reading?

Telling stories is my passion. One of my favorite ways to tell a story is through acting. Singing and dancing go hand in hand with that, so all three of these vie for the honorary spot of favorite hobby.

I also like taking long walks and vaguely playing sports. Vaguely.

In the Lord of the Rings, Aragorn or Legolas?

Ahem! In case you weren’t aware, I hate Legolas. Orlando Bloom is pretty-ish as Will Turner and absolutely absurd as Legolas. White hair doesn’t work on him and the changing eye color is just terrifying. Add to all of that his utter inability to act and you have a rather unpleasant prospect.

Legolas from the book is somewhat better – cute and cheery and oddly lighthearted in spite of everything – but Aragorn is obviously superior in every way.

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What is your MTBI personality type?

Ooh! Thank you for asking, Anna! Me likey this question!

I always come out as an INTJ, but I remain somewhat unconvinced. On multiple points… am I an introvert when being around people makes me hyper? My feelings control me more than logic? I’m a perceptive person, not a judgmental one?

However, I use this site and I think it does a good job. So I’ll just accept my type, I suppose.

INTJ’s make up only a small percentage of people and apparently most INTJ’s are men?

Female INTJ’s are extremely rare. Isn’t that cool?

Famous INTJ’s include Colin Firth, Martin Luther, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Russell Crowe, and Mark Zuckerberg. Ta-daa!

Who would say is the worst villain of all time? Why?

This depends on what you mean.

Worst as in “this dude is the most terrifyingly unrepentant demon you can imagine”? Or “this poor smol bean is literally what I would become if my mother and my teddy bear were both murdered before my eyes as a  child”?

If the first, President Snow, perhaps. He is… evil. Sauron, also, is completely unrelatable. How am I supposed to relate to an eyeball anyway? Pull yourselves together.

If the second, Moriarty is me. I would insert a gif here, but so help me, if I get spoiled I’m going to break into the exhibit that contains the crown jewels and pretend to be the king.

If you could go into one book and live the entire story for yourself (either as main character, sub character, or bystander), which would you choose?

All of them?

Didn’t you know I already do this? I automatically place myself in the main character’s spot and live the entire story and do everything differently and better. Duh. Because I always do things better. I’ve never done anything I regretted. Of course not.

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But let’s just say that I’ll be Katniss. And I won’t break Gale’s heart.

What is one of your favorite quotes?

Agh! So difficult for a Professional Quote Collector like myself!

I decided awhile back that I would try and live by this one…

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

Said Some Irish Proverb Man

Would you rather have a griffon, a dragon, a wolf, or an owl for a pet? Why?

This will have to be a process of elimination… Watch me eliminate!

Griffons are weird. I do not choose.

Dragons, as aforementioned, are ugly. I do not choose.

Wolves are glorious. Owls are adorable. How am I to pick between them?

Okay, fine! The wolf!

Farewell, my snowy friend…

What are your top 3 most favorite fandoms in the whole world?

Marvel. The Lord of the Rings. The Hunger Games.

The end.

When you first get a story idea in your head, does it start with the characters, the plot, or the theme?

A scene.

I know, I know! That wasn’t an option. Whoops!

But that is how I roll. Almost always I have a vivid picture in my head of one scene. I start writing that and… a story is born. Plot usually comes next, and then theme… setting kind of comes built-in to the scene that first comes to me. Usually.

There are exceptions, of course. The Songless started with a basic plot. Girl runs away from home, gets her leg stuck in a bear trap, and is saved by a dragonriding man. The end.

Divided They Fall started with characters – a young married couple, David and Lulu. Because everyone in fiction is conveniently hot and single and I am beyond sick of it.

But even with these… the story doesn’t take on a life of its own until I see that scene playing out in my head.

What is your decorating style? (floral, antique, modern, beachy, rustic, etc.)

Who knows? I rarely get the opportunity to decorate my own space – one of the many reasons I look forward to having my own apartment!

But I’m gonna say… Bohemian? Or chic? Or modern? Or… something?

If you were one of the four elements, which would you be? And why?

Just because I’m weird, I must clarify. The four elements are wind, water, fire, and earth.

How sad are you if choose earth? “Ah, yes. I identify with mud… it is so soft and… squishy. Very relatable, Kate. Very relatable.”

Um, no.

I would be wind. Fire is undoubtedly the coolest and water the most pleasant, but I am wind. We’re both loud and make our presence known, we are hyper and playful, and scatterbrained and flutter to and fro in pleasant agitation.

Okay, friends, we are getting dangerously sunshiny here…

I have one last set of questions to answer, thanks to my new friend, Jethan, and one last chance to prove myself not the sunshiny soul you all apparently take me for.

I can do this. I can.

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What is your preferred method for annihilating your enemies off the face of the earth?

The annihilating method. Obviously.

More specific? Um. I like fire? It’s warm and… deadly.

I’m liking this line of questioning, by the way!

What kind of dragon are you, and what are your special abilities?

A fire dragon. Obviously.

…I am smol and cute and just a baby, actually. My scales are black and smooth and I like to curl up in a ball in the palm of my friends’ hands.

What are a few of your favorite songs?

No! Bad question! Bad!

I love the song Bright, by Echosmith. That is all I am going to say because my head will most assuredly explode if I try to limit myself any further.

Which State would you like to visit?

All of them! Except, you know, for the one I live in. Ew.

But especially… Maine, Vermont, Nebraska, Alaska, Hawaii, California, Nevada, Montana, Wisconsin, and Utah.

What? I’m bad at limiting myself!

Car, canoe, or parachute?


Canoes are fun, but you don’t get places fast enough.

If you could know the complete, accurate history of one country going back to the beginning of time, which would it be?

Africa. Africa holds a special place in my heart. I have no idea why.

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You have gained a special magical power according to your favorite color, what is it?

The ability to fly? Perhaps? Or… heal people, or breathe underwater or make things grow…

Something devious and not at all sunshiny, obviously.

Coconut, lemon, peanut butter, raspberry, or white chocolate?

Are all of these flavors to be applied to the chocolate? Because if so, I say “how dare you, sir? Do not meddle with the gloriousness of chocolate in this unseemly manner!”


But perhaps you simple mean which of those individual things? I hate coconut, so not that one.

I enjoy eating lemons but I don’t like lemon-flavored things.

Peanut butter is okay in moderation…

Raspberries are good, but, like lemon, I rarely like raspberry flavoring.

And I despise white chocolate as the mockery to chocolate that it is.

So… peanut butter?

If you had to be an action hero, would you rather defuse bombs or rescue hostages in a shoot-out?

Rescue hostages.

Ah, but that makes me sound so nice! I am not nice! I save the hostages quite rudely, I swear!

What’s your favorite season?

Fall. But that sounds lame.

My favorite season is… Autummmnnnn.

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Your imaginary friend becomes real, who is it?

I only have one imaginary friend at the moment, though I am working to remedy this horrific oversight.

Zoe is my muse. She looks like she is about five years old but she is actually ageless. Zoe means “life” in Greek, which is what Zoe is. She wears a white robe and a wreath of olive leaves in her curly dusty-black hair. She is… evil. Or full of personality, at least. Opinionated, stubborn, mischievous… perhaps I will introduce you to her more formally sometime.

Bonus questions that are full of cookies 😀 …For everyone else:  What is your favorite book/movie/TV show?

I am, alas, “everyone else.” And I think I’m supposed to answer these individually?

My favorite book is The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien.

My favorite movie… Amazing Grace? Or Finding Neverland? I talked about this here. Go read it.

My favorite show? Ha. I’ve only watched three. Person of Interest, which I hated. Lost, which was… complicated. And Sherlock, which I’ve just started. So I’ll say Lost, with high hopes that Sherlock will replace it soon.

Who’s still awake?

Because I have decided to exercise my Evil Overlordship and Transmute another tag. For those of you who don’t know, Transmuting is when you are tagged with one tag and you break the rules and turn that tag into a new tag of your own creation, see?

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Here are the questions… and there are a lot of them. Apologies, but there were so many things I needed to know!

1. Which hobbit do you relate to most: practical Merry, lighthearted Pippin, loyal Sam, courageous Frodo, or impulsive Bilbo?

2. Are you afraid of spiders?

3. Are you more likely to be underprepared and not have a handkerchief handy when your allergies flare up or be overprepared and walk all the way to Mordor with and entire set of pots and pans clanging around on your back?

4. What is your Elvish name?

5. Are you part of a best friend duo like Frodo and Sam and Merry and Pippin or are you a loner like Bilbo?

6. What size shoe do you wear?

7. If you had a choice would you live in Rohan, Gondor, or the Shire? Or… Mordor?

8. What is the farthest off anyone has ever guessed your age to be?

9. Does your personality match your stature or belie it?

10. What is your favorite riddle?

11. Do you wear any rings?

12. Would you be more likely to embarrass yourself by making a speech and forgetting what you were going to say or dancing on the table and falling?

13. Do you ever feel like butter?

14. If you were a hobbit, what would you name be?

15. Do you like fireworks?

16. How do you feel about trilogies?

17. What is your favorite poem?

18. Do you want to see mountains, Gandalf?

19. Can you swim?

20. You’re Frodo. You need eight fictional companions to journey with you to Mordor. Who do you pick? They cannot be from Lord of the Rings!

21. What is your Recurring Short Person Dilemma? Not being able to reach high cupboards, getting a stiff neck from talking to tall people, your feet not touching the ground when you sit in a particularly high chair and the circulation being cut off from your legs so that your feet swell to twice their normal size? I’m not bitter or anything, why would you say that?

22. If you could marry a kind of food, what would it be?



Just to get the ball rolling, I will tag Lucy Agnes, Belle Anne, Kenzie, and Miss March and anyone 5’5″ or shorter!

Go forth and be good hobbits!

Can a haiku expert in my audience tell me the rules for writing them? What element are you? Are you #TeamPeeta or #TeamGale? Raise your hand if you think Meg from Hercules is the best heroine ever! What is your favorite quote of all time? What is your MBTI personality type? Was my tag any good? Are we part of any of the same fandoms? Describe to me your imaginary friend! What is your favorite season? Are you still awake? What are my favorite colors? Most important question of all: who is your favorite villain?

Home Alone: What I Do

When you have a big family – and I do – it’s something of a rarity to have the entire house to yourself. But when it does, I go crazy.

Seriously. Crazy.

I pull out the disco ball and invite over a bunch of fri–

What am I saying? Friends? People? Humans? No.

No, no, no.

Lies. Rubbish. Who is writing this post anyway?

The point was that I love being home alone. It’s inspires a lovely feeling of independence in my introverted soul and I just revel in being able to do whatever I want.

Now, I am not ten. Not a little boy. Don’t have blond hair.

But I thought you might enjoy my own version of Home Alone.

1. Read books

Um, this should be obvious? I am a bookworm, am I not?

So I read books. And as a fast reader, I can plow through chapters in mere minutes when there are – at long last – no distractions.

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Truly, there is no feeling in the world quite like knowing you have finished three books in one day.

Those non-reading folk? They missing out, mon.

2. Play music loudly

I love music, as you all probably know by now. I love it even more when it’s pulsing through your veins and throbbing along with your heartbeat and shaking your car just a little bit so that random strangers get to enjoy it along with you.

I see you rolling your eyes. Saying, “Oh. She’s one of them.”

Yes. Yes, I am. And proud of it, thankyouverymuch!

Life is too short not to turn up the music, my dear. So turn it up. Belt it out along with ’em.

Yes, I sing, too. Don’t worry. I lip-sync when there are humans nearby. But when I’m alone? Josh Groban and I have done some spectacular duets.

3. Eat stuff

I am a self-diagnosed Bored Eater. This, of course, means that I don’t eat because I’m hungry – I occasionally do that as well – but because I have nothing better to do.

So when the house is empty and I am filled the contentment that comes from having finished several books, I begin rummaging through the fridge for leftovers, which I proceed to eat cold with a tall glass of milk. Not terribly sophisticated, I know. But I ask you – what could be better than a slice of pound cake and some hot wings for a midmorning snack?

Didn’t think so.

4. Prowl

I cannot be still. It’s a sad fact.

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Reading books is about the closest I ever get, and even then I wiggle my toes or swing my leg like a pendulum.

I pace when I have a lot on my mind. I prowl when I’m bored.

This essentially means that I meander purposelessly through the house, probably muching on something, and start half a dozen projects that I leave blissfully unfinished because I’ve thought of something else I need to do.

As you can probably tell, I get a lot done. I am efficient. Organized.

What can I say? It’s who I am.
5. Watch chick flicks

Do. Not. Tell. Anyone.


If you do, I will hunt you down and kill you.

We wouldn’t want my reputation as a hardcore, intense writer to be destroyed, would we? Don’t answer that.

I am a writer.

I am strong. Hardcore. Intense.

I do not watch sappy, romantic movies. Like Pride And Prejudice. Or Little Women.
6. Eat chocolate chips

Because clearly this deserves to be in its own category. Completely separate from the one that said “Eating Food,” or something like that.

Chocolate always deserves its own category, friends.

Do not question me.
7. Talk to the dog

Fun fact about me, coming right up.

I have a dog. Ta-daa!

She is a she. Her name is Sophie. I came up with it myself. It means “wisdom.” If you could see my dog’s eyes, you would understand the prophetic nature of my naming skills. She is an adorable black Labrador retriever. She is far chubbier than she ought to be, thanks once more to those eyes of hers.

We have the most fascinating discussions.

To be perfectly honest with you, I talk to myself. The dog just conveniently happens to be there.
8. Redecorate the house

Let’s just blame my restless nature once more, shall we? Good. I feel so much better now.

And of course my family is thrilled with the changes when they come home. How dare you doubt me for even one moment? My taste is unparalleled. Humans come to me from the four corners of the earth for my interior decorating advice.

I speak the truth.

9. Rearrange furniture

I get bored of things rather easily.

So I like to switch things up, you know? Move things around. Give the place a new look.

So what if I do decide to change it to something new a few days later? It’s my life. My house. Sort of.

10. Clean my room

My room is usually clean.

Or… you can see the floor, anyway. In some places.

But we’re straying from the topic at hand.

I like to clean. This most likely boggles your mind, but it’s true. I also like clutter. I like watching clutter build up so that I can clean it.

Particularly the unruly stack of books by my bedside. Things do tend to get out of hand there. During the week I’m too busy to put things back nicely. So by the time the weekend rolls around there are three or four piles of books, a veritable landslide of paper, pens, highlighters, and my trusty red mini-stapler. Oh, how I love that stapler…

Your turn! What do you do when you’re left home alone? Do you talk to yourself? Do you have a dog (introduce it!)? Is your room clean right now? Can you see the floor, I mean? What is the weirdest cold, leftover food combo you have ever eaten?

Sunshine Blogger? Me?

My sweet friend Julia nominated me – who’da thunk? – for the Sunshine Blogger Award.

I love being tagged. Tags equal a blog post with almost no effort required. I don’t have to think of an idea. I don’t have to write up the entire thing. All I gotta do is answer them questions!

Which is fun. If not for you, then for me. Because I am self-obsessed. I could talk about my fascinating self for hours, to be honest with you.

Hope you plan to hang around for a while…

Just kidding. Please come back.

Let’s get to it, shall we?

1. What is your favorite band/ What kind of music do you listen to?

This is one of those sneaky two-in-one questions that compel me to answer both.

That first one is all but impossible…

I like Switchfoot, Coldplay, Bastille, and Mumford And Sons. Those are just bands. I also love Owl City, Josh Groban, and Michael Buble.

The second one is easier. I listen primarily to rock and alternative, possibly some folk.

2. What is your favorite book?

Till We Have Faces by C. S. Lewis.

3. Are you a part of any fandoms, if so, what?

Offiicially? No.

Unofficially, The Hunger Games and The Lord of the Rings.

4. Favorite YouTuber?

Um. I watch all of Studio C’s videos?

5. What is your biggest Pet Peeve?

Humans who don’t like to read books.

6. What is your favorite color AND why?

Blue or green. Because both are so prevalent in nature and absolutely gorgeous. Trees, grass, the sky, the ocean… See what I mean?

7. Favorite song at the moment/ last song you listened to?

Another two-for-one deal!

Some of my favorite songs include Human by Christina Perri, Renegades by XAmbassadors, Bright by Echosmith, and Hello Seattle by Owl City.

Recently I have been listening to the Hamilton soundtrack and my beloved “Christmas Jam,” but, oddly, I have Closer by The Chainsmokers and This Town by Niall Horan stuck in my head.

8. If you could only get one thing for Christmas what would you ask for?

One of Cait‘s mugs. I am obsessed.

9. How many kids do you want to have when you are older?

As marriage is not apart of the plan, I’d say none.

However, if some guy manages to persuade me in spite of myself, I think I can manage two. It would be cute to have one girl and one boy, obviously.

Let’s hope we get one of each, then, because I am absolutely not going through the most intense pain known to man more than two times.

If I had my way, I’d forget having kids altogether and foster teenagers. International adoption gets a lot of attention, but what about all the kids without families right here in America? So many teenagers will never know what it’s like to be a part of a family. That’s not right.

10. Do you do any sports?

I played basketball for exactly one season when I was around seven years old. I played four or five seasons of soccer. But more recently, I play volleyball. I’ve played about five seasons, for a time competitively, now casually with friends.

Who am I kidding? I don’t have friends.

I play casually with other humans that I know.

11. What time is it right this second, as you are answering this?


I now nominate Miss March because her blog is sunshiniest of them all, Anna because we all need to get to get to know her lovely self better, Kenzie because she shares a name with my beloved niece, Kit because she leaves fantastic comments, Sarah and Grace because we are the Hamilton Squad, and monkeyeverything because her username is original and I’m only assuming that she is, indeed, female.

I am too exhausted to count how many people that is. I don’t think it’s eleven. I don’t care.

Your questions are as follows:

1. If you had to choose one song to be your “anthem” what would it be?

2. What is one book you will never read again and why?

3. What is one book you reread over and over again and why?

4. If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

5. Do you have a favorite quote and what is it?

6. If you could meet any historical figure – living or dead – who would you choose to meet? And, for the sake of getting more diverse answers, let’s leave Jesus out of this, shall we?

7. What is the first book you read on your own?

8. What is your fondest memory?

9. Who are your heroes?

10. What character from literature are you most like?

11. What would you do if the Zombie Apocalypse happened tomorrow?

Thank you once again, Julia, for nominating me!

What say you? Were you surprised by any of my answers? What is your favorite color and why? What have you been listening to recently? What do you want for Christmas? How many mugs do you own? Do you need more (you know you do!)?

My Best Friends

I love books.

I consider them my friends.

Ever since I was tiny, I can’t remember a single thing I liked more than for my dad to read me stories. Consequently, all of them made me cry – sensitive little soul that I was. But I loved it, nonetheless.

I love the smell of paper, of faded ink, of leather,  the sound of whisper-thin pages fluttering, brushing the thick spines with my fingertips, the cracked, worn bindings, the thick moist sound of opening a thick tome, the satisfying thump of closing one, the awing silence of a vast library, the feeling of limitless information at your fingertips…

But there is a darker side, even to something so seemingly innocent.

Let’s face it. Books, stories, are a form of escape.

I could lose myself in the magic and wonder and mystery of a good book… and escape the hurt, the pain, of the world around me. I could run away into a world where everything was happy, and ended happily, the bad guys couldn’t touch me. I could escape into a dreamland that was magical, and safe, and controlled.

But I wonder, can that be right? 

I believe in facing your problems. And I always hated the idea that life was so hopeless that it needed escaping. I never thought it was right, or even acceptable, to try and drown yourself in…escapes, trying to numb the pain. But isn’t that what I am doing?

Some turn to alcohol, some to work, or drugs, sex, entertainment, pleasure, sleep, food, shopping… and the list goes on. I find this depressing because no matter how hard you try to escape, the pain will still be there when you get back.

Sometimes I find myself more concerned about what’s going on in a book than what’s happening all around me.

So, in the end, the people that populate my world… aren’t real people at all.

This worries me. It scares me. I don’t want to become an addict. Even if the form it takes looks harmless.

So do I give up my favorite pastime? And, if I’m honest, could I even if I decided that I should?

When does enjoying a good book cross the line of becoming wrong, a way to run away from my life, when does it start causing me to miss out on things, important things, things I will later regret missing? When does it become destructive, an addiction, something that could ruin my life? Will I awaken from my dreaming, and, like Rip Van Winkle, realize that the rest of the world has carried on without me, and left me behind?

These are questions that I cannot answer. And I don’t know if I will ever be able to.

Top Ten Reasons I Hate Summer

Summer is rapidly approaching. Summer just happens to be my least-favorite season.

Why is that?

I have written a list for you.

1. Stuff Melting

Butter turns into this unattractive, squat, bright yellow glob.

Ice cubes are virtually useless as they disappear before they can make your drink cold – normally, I don’t even use ice cubes to make my beverages cold but during the summer they could actually be helpful if fit weren’t for the fact that they, you know, melt?

Ice cream is just exhausting. You have to constantly be licking all the escaping trickles or your hands will get all sticky like that five-year-old girl’s at the carnival, not to mention that you know your face will end up looking like hers no matter what you do.

Plus, I kind of feel like Im melting.

2. I Almost Never Leave The House

My schedule comes grinding to a halt during the summer. Everything just stops.

As an introvert, I can’t say that I wouldn’t prefer to stay confined to the house all year long. It makes me feel safe. Venturing out of the house is scary. So I don’t exactly miss any of the activities.

At first, it’s refreshing. But after a while? Even my reclusive self has to admit that it gets kind of boring.

3. The Day Drags On Forever

I think we can all agree that summer days are at least 90% longer than regular days.

Daylight Savings and all that?

4. You’re Finally Free And It Looks So Nice Outside So You Feel Like You Should Do Something…

…But it’s so hot that you don’t feel like moving so you hide in the basement all summer instead.

And turn pasty white from lack of sunlight. Ew.

5. My Brain Hurts From Reading Too Many Books

I never get sick of reading. Never.

I love reading! Nothing, and nobody, gets in between Me and My Books. Got that?

Except summer.

Summer is the only time when I actually – sometimes – stop reading books. Only for a week or something, but still. This is a big deal.

6. You Long For Rain But When It Comes It Is Warm Rain And Doesn’t Cool Things Off

Summers are rather hot here. You can’t move without sweating. So everyone holds as still as possible, waiting for night in the hopes that it will get infinitesimally cooler.

So it’s exciting when it rains, you know? Because everyone’s like, “Yes! This will definitely bring cooler temperatures!”

But it doesn’t.

7. Sleep Is The Only Relief But Going To Bed Is Depressing Because You Didn’t Do Anything All Day


I sit around all day and do nothing. Except try to stay as cool as possible. Which basically means the same thing.

This leaves me feeling completely unproductive.

That said, I adore sleep, and by the time morning comes, I have somehow achieved a state of pleasant coolness… so getting out of bed is equally depressing.

8. Showers Are Pointless

First off, I do shower. Glad we cleared that up.

However, showering during the summer frustrates me. It is an exercise in futility. No matter how many times you shower, you know that you are going to sweat, feel disgusting and probably smell awful in mere seconds.

9. Bad Hair

I already have bad hair.

That said, it is ten times worse in the summer.

I have a mane of rather crazy hair. I struggle with it constantly. I’ve found that styling gel and sturdy rubber bands are my good friends in this. And usually they’re enough to wrestle my hair into some kind of order.

But humidity equals frizz. And let me tell you, it is not pretty.

10. My Birthday

Oh man.

As a child I could never choose a favorite season. Fall meant jumping in leaves, spring meant playing outdoors, winter boasted snow and, of course, Christmas, and summer meant no school and playing outside – and my birthday!

In the years following my birthday has increasingly come to mean embarrassment, awkwardness, and agony in general.

It means being in the spotlight for an entire day – even when you beg on hands and knees to be ignored. Don’t get me wrong – I love being in the spotlight. But I like to be the one who decides when I want to be there.

It is a depressing reminder of my childhood slipping away. An indication of another year I did nothing with.

I climbed no mountains, traveled to no foreign lands, didn’t even get a book published at the ripe age of sixteen and become and overnight sensation, for crying out loud.

What is there to celebrate, I ask you?

Do you, like me, hate summer? Why? Do you share any of my sentiments, or do you have reasons of your own? Or do you like summer (though I admittedly have a hard time accepting that this is even possible)?