I finished the third and final installment of the Hunger Games trilogy last night, and was rather disappointed. Suzanne Collins left so many parts unfinished. But my main issue with the book was the violence. I don't think I have read a more graphic book, and almost all of it was unnecessary. Her readers would have been just as riveted to her story without her additions of cruel deaths.
I was going to write more, but there is nothing more to say, except for the fact that I kept being reminded of twilight, in the way that it attracted readers. Love, action, and emotions that run extremely high. *Sigh*.
9.05.2010
Her fingers,
stroke
the keys and they comply, willing to bend to her every wish.
The music rolls off her finger tips, a
purring
of types, as it begins to swell, and then
suddenly, she
pounces.
The keys are battered and bruised under her grasp,
but they rebound just in time to be broken again.
Victorious, and not the least bit flushed, she
settles
back, plays a couple of trills, her fingers once again
stroking,
and ends,
a true master of her instrument.
stroke
the keys and they comply, willing to bend to her every wish.
The music rolls off her finger tips, a
purring
of types, as it begins to swell, and then
suddenly, she
pounces.
The keys are battered and bruised under her grasp,
but they rebound just in time to be broken again.
Victorious, and not the least bit flushed, she
settles
back, plays a couple of trills, her fingers once again
stroking,
and ends,
a true master of her instrument.
8.22.2010
So I feel like I have been gone forever. Not from Utah, (as you might assume from my last post) but from blogging life. How does one catch up?
Well, probably with an eternally lonnnnnnnng post.
New York was amazing. It was great to see my friends, and party for three weeks straight. Eventually the lack of sleep caught up to me, but Sunday's were usually good for that. I did everything I used to do there, including (but not limited to) going to the Hill Cumorah Pageant, tubing on lake Keuka, walking into Pittsford village and eating breakfast by the canal, watching movies lateeeeee into the night, eating (the more appropriate word would probably be inhaling) greasy, amazing scallion pancakes, watching "Shakespeare in the Park", jumping into the lake/pool/closest body of water, fully clothed because of INTENSE HUMIDITY, eating lunch at Moes, going to the mall, bushwhacking in several attempts to find places we just KNEW were supposed to be over that next hill. . .
Cross Country in the mornings is tough as usual. As some of you probably already know, Elias is running this year, so that's fun. Last Friday we did a run that has been tradition at Timpview for a LONG time. It's called four hour relay's, and if you have facebook, you can look up pictures of Elias and I running it. Contrary to what you might believe, one individual doesn't run for four hours straight. Everyone is divided up into teams of six, and each person runs a mile, and than tags the next person on the team. It's really fun, and both Elias and I p.r.'d on our mile times, Elias running one in 5:39, and I running one in 6:48. We start afternoon practice's tomorrow, and our first race is on the first day of school.
Speaking of exercise, mom, dad, and I did a triathalon sprint together, while Elias did it on his own. Satchel and Atty were the support team, if you count eating the snacks as support. I swam, Dad rode, and mom ran. Previous to the swim, both Elias and I had rented wet suits, which would, supposedly, keep us nice and warm as we swam in the black ridge reservoir. However, the combination of nervousness and extreme cold, caused me to hyperventilate the first half of the 500 m, and so I spent the race not putting my head in the water, which I felt rather stupid about, until I talked with a fellow triathaloner, and she said she experienced the same thing. The funniest thing about the whole experience was that we thought many more people would sign up to do it as teams, when in reality, only four did. Two of the four teams, didn't finish, and we took second out of two teams. So we got medals!!!!!!! It was hilarious, at least to me.
Satchel decided to go to charter school again this year, and so he started last Wednesday, at Freedom Academy. Atticus, however, didn't want to, and so he is homeschooling. Elias starts Timpview on Tuesday, a day earlier than me, so he can meet teachers, navigate, ect. Surprisingly, I'm slightly more excited than I have been recently for school to start, but I STILL have summer work to finish, even though I have been working on it ALL summer.
As for the house, dad put in the upper countertop (you kind of have to see a pic) and now they've painted another bathroom. The entry benches have been made, just not finished, and so our entry will soon not look like a construction zone.
The weather has been blistering hot, but today it really cooled down, and everyone is walking around in a long sleeve. It won't last. It's supposed to be a blistering 92 for our first race on Wednesday. Wish us luck (I don't want to evaporate).
Well, probably with an eternally lonnnnnnnng post.
New York was amazing. It was great to see my friends, and party for three weeks straight. Eventually the lack of sleep caught up to me, but Sunday's were usually good for that. I did everything I used to do there, including (but not limited to) going to the Hill Cumorah Pageant, tubing on lake Keuka, walking into Pittsford village and eating breakfast by the canal, watching movies lateeeeee into the night, eating (the more appropriate word would probably be inhaling) greasy, amazing scallion pancakes, watching "Shakespeare in the Park", jumping into the lake/pool/closest body of water, fully clothed because of INTENSE HUMIDITY, eating lunch at Moes, going to the mall, bushwhacking in several attempts to find places we just KNEW were supposed to be over that next hill. . .
Cross Country in the mornings is tough as usual. As some of you probably already know, Elias is running this year, so that's fun. Last Friday we did a run that has been tradition at Timpview for a LONG time. It's called four hour relay's, and if you have facebook, you can look up pictures of Elias and I running it. Contrary to what you might believe, one individual doesn't run for four hours straight. Everyone is divided up into teams of six, and each person runs a mile, and than tags the next person on the team. It's really fun, and both Elias and I p.r.'d on our mile times, Elias running one in 5:39, and I running one in 6:48. We start afternoon practice's tomorrow, and our first race is on the first day of school.
Speaking of exercise, mom, dad, and I did a triathalon sprint together, while Elias did it on his own. Satchel and Atty were the support team, if you count eating the snacks as support. I swam, Dad rode, and mom ran. Previous to the swim, both Elias and I had rented wet suits, which would, supposedly, keep us nice and warm as we swam in the black ridge reservoir. However, the combination of nervousness and extreme cold, caused me to hyperventilate the first half of the 500 m, and so I spent the race not putting my head in the water, which I felt rather stupid about, until I talked with a fellow triathaloner, and she said she experienced the same thing. The funniest thing about the whole experience was that we thought many more people would sign up to do it as teams, when in reality, only four did. Two of the four teams, didn't finish, and we took second out of two teams. So we got medals!!!!!!! It was hilarious, at least to me.
Satchel decided to go to charter school again this year, and so he started last Wednesday, at Freedom Academy. Atticus, however, didn't want to, and so he is homeschooling. Elias starts Timpview on Tuesday, a day earlier than me, so he can meet teachers, navigate, ect. Surprisingly, I'm slightly more excited than I have been recently for school to start, but I STILL have summer work to finish, even though I have been working on it ALL summer.
As for the house, dad put in the upper countertop (you kind of have to see a pic) and now they've painted another bathroom. The entry benches have been made, just not finished, and so our entry will soon not look like a construction zone.
The weather has been blistering hot, but today it really cooled down, and everyone is walking around in a long sleeve. It won't last. It's supposed to be a blistering 92 for our first race on Wednesday. Wish us luck (I don't want to evaporate).
7.04.2010
6.27.2010
The relentless work of the
scruffy
robin, makes me look up when I'm reading on the porch.
At first, I thought she was
single
parenting, when I noticed a much sleeker robin, who also returned to the
lonely
pine tree. So which is
the mother?
When I first was pleasantly surprised to
discover
the robin's secret, the tiny peeps of her babies were
pleading, but now, they
demand.
Much more robust, these babies seem.
I imagine
climbing
the only nearby tree, to see this springtime
marvel myself.
But, with maturity I guess some
curiosity also wanes, or, possibly just the work that must be taken to make new
discoveries.
Still, my sub consciousness must imagine the fall I could take,
plummeting
into the backyard, sans wings.
So, I return to my book,
silently wishing this couple's
vigorous child,
will take its first flight
while
I'm
still
around.
scruffy
robin, makes me look up when I'm reading on the porch.
At first, I thought she was
single
parenting, when I noticed a much sleeker robin, who also returned to the
lonely
pine tree. So which is
the mother?
When I first was pleasantly surprised to
discover
the robin's secret, the tiny peeps of her babies were
pleading, but now, they
demand.
Much more robust, these babies seem.
I imagine
climbing
the only nearby tree, to see this springtime
marvel myself.
But, with maturity I guess some
curiosity also wanes, or, possibly just the work that must be taken to make new
discoveries.
Still, my sub consciousness must imagine the fall I could take,
plummeting
into the backyard, sans wings.
So, I return to my book,
silently wishing this couple's
vigorous child,
will take its first flight
while
I'm
still
around.
6.16.2010
Escalante
Dad and Elias went on a awesome backpacking trip last weekend, that I am totally going on next year. It's rather funny, because they would have gone as a boy scout troop, except for the fact that boy scout rules indicate you can only jump off a 18 in. cliff. However, the cliff jumping planned was about 35 FT. So, they went as a neighborhood. Anyway, I need to figure out how to upload this awesome video of Elias jumping off the cliff, but I'm not quite there yet.
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