The first book that I read was The Magicians: A Novel. I saw it based on Amazon’s recommendations.

It’s hard  to say that I liked this book; it was really mediocre at best. Through the whole novel I had a, “I’ve read this before,” thought. And for good reason: the book pulls from The Chronicles of Narnia, Harry Potter, and even a little from The Never Ending Story. All good plot lines, and Lev Grossman does a great job of weaving them together, but I still ended with a sense that maybe I should have gone back to the original stories instead of this new one.

Fillory – stand in for Narnia – is a set of books written by Plover, which has the Chatwin children going in and out of the fictional land. Quinten,  the main character of The Magicians, is obsessed with them at the beginning.

He ends up going to a special magical school – a la Hogwarts – called Brakebills. You can fill in most any part of that story here.

The rest of the book contains a lot of Fillory, a lot of alcohol, and a fair amount of sex. This wasn’t a YA novel by any account; which I assumed when I started reading it. It shocked me when things got graphic, but Grossman did a good job of incorporating things without being creepy.

Most of the reviews held it in pretty high esteem, but I guess I really don’t enjoy fantasy novels. I loved Harry Potter and The Chronicles of Narnia, but those were different, I believe. If you enjoy fantasy writing, you might really like this. (6/10)

Like Enrico said, I should just go with the fortune cookie approach. It’s too bad I didn’t have a chance, because I’m sure my fortune cookie would have read something along the lines of “castrate him.”

Boys (especially the married kind – drama!) are jerks.

There are good things going on in life, like I still have a job, don’t have the swine flu, and I’m not living on the streets. So life isn’t really that bad.

I’m fermented. In the good and bad sense of the word. The situation from my previous conundrum has been totally reversed, and I am the tool being used to get some.

Of course it’s with the person that I like. I wanna play the “I saw him first!” Game, but that would just be (more) childish.

I…. just don’t know what to do.

To let you in on my little secret, I have ran away. Probably not physically, but you know what I mean.

For specific reasons, please see above.

Emotionally, mentally, and most likely spiritually, I am on hiatus. You see, history (predictably) repeted itself. Except it was only a severe case of like – not love – and the situation fixed itself. To repeat myself, I became a person I didn’t like, manipulating the people around me to get what I wanted.

In one word: skeeze-ball.

Kind sirs, this brain diarrhea is more than just an announcement; it’s a pledge: I will do my best to not use you (insert name here), to get in anyone’s pants. Especially that girl you like (sorry Rob), or the boy EVERYONE likes (sorry Katie).

If the meteorologist could plan my moods – wouldn’t that be awesome – I’m thinking (s)he would predict a lot of melancholy with sprinkles of angst. Luckily we’re out of emo season, but there would be plenty of chance for continued metaphor.

Tonight is St. Patrick’s Day. The start of The Boondock Saints, and the end of… An idea. THE idea, I should say. Of any person having control of me. And, I only have a little bit more time to complete my Lent sacrifice.

Damn coke boy – you ruined every thing.

And for you, Mr. Craig, every time (two words… see? haha) I sit down to do something, I think of approximately 87.3 things I could be doing differently. I have a paper due tomorrow. Haven’t started. I’m screwed.

While missing school. :sadface:

I don’t like going to the doctor, or spending $50. But after being sick for one month – literally a whole month – I had to do something.

I took the first dose (two pink pills. So pretty!), and within an hour I swear I was feeling better. I also got FloNase, because the Dr. thought I looked “inflamed.”

I feel so much better. But I didn’t have a chance to go ball-grabbin like Craig did. They were much quicker in attending to me than I imagined.

Getting ready for school (I think it takes more time getting ready for it than you spend getting your degree), extra work hours, decreased work hours, extra responsibilities – the list goes on.

Anyway, I’m officially a pre-nursing major. I practicly work in the medical field anyway, so it’s not a huge jump. My course load:

Communications 100 (Pre-req for nursing major)
English 102 (I tested out of 101. Woot)
Humanities 100 (Silly pre-reqs)
Math 25 (It’s been like … seven years since I’ve taken an algebra class. It goes away.)

That’s twelve credits. My initial plan was to jump in with, say, 16, but since I haven’t been in school for a while, this will ease me on in. So, I go to school for two hours, hour break, work for eight. I must be crazy. Two of the classes are online. That helps with having to work and everything.

Overall, I’m friggen excited. I have to finish my financial aid stuff- for the third time. But that’s it. And I start Jan. 20th.

These two are bad roomates.

My problem is that I don’t follow any sort of budget that I create. And I can create all sorts of them. Simple math makes me happy.

My last paycheck (two weeks ago) went by fairly quickly. But I saved a dollar. One single dollar – in dollar bill form – at my desk. I could have spent in on many things, like a soda, or fuel for my car, or.. I dunno, vodka if I so felt like it.

But I didn’t. By saving one dollar – while not having any other money – I proved to myself that I can save money. Any amount, really. So this next paycheck, which comes this morning, I will put a $20 away with my $1. It’s not much, I know, but they symbolism behind it means a lot to me.

Did anyone catch the Boondock Saints reference? I love that movie. Especially Willem Dafoe in his amazingly flamboyant portrail of Agent Smeker. If you haven’t seen the movie, you need to. It’s cheesey and silly and awesomely violent.

Now, if that didn’t make you happy, I don’t know what will.

Via OMGblog

Anyway, I feel hungover today. Which wouldn’t be all that odd (except I don’t drink all that often) – but I didn’t drink last night. I also slept so hard I took my shirt off while asleep. It kinda freaked me out when I woke up today. Then I found it, and was much better.

::Travis needs some DayQuil::

Dear Person,

I know this comes out of nowhere; and I’m fairly certain you won’t even read this. But I must say, I miss you.

Not in the we-could-have-been-together kind of way, but as my friend. Best friend in fact. You may not remember – or you do, because you remember everything – but we were epic. Pocotello epic. I miss that.

Like the one time, where we used (stole) a girl’s phone to talk about how much you liked her. Then there was the time where we ran away together. All the way across the state. Just to try and make life better.

You see, I’m by mo means perfect- in fact, I’m fairly far from it. What I did was pretty bad. If I could gain the balls to actually tell you that, I would. Things didn’t work out the way I wanted, and if I could change it, I would.

Would you accept my apology? I think I haven’t tried yet because I don’t know if you would.

I’m a different person now, and I think you are too. Could these two different people be friends? I hope so.