Brandon Sanderson

     On Thursday night I had a terrible time falling asleep. I tossed, turned, kicked, and just about went insane trying to catch some sleep. This sleep deprivation was all thanks to the fact that on the very next day I was going to meet Brandon Sanderson . . . my idol.

      I don't know if I've ever talked about Brandon Sanderson to some of you but he is . . . well he's AMAZING. He creates these totally cool worlds, but even better are the magic systems he creates. I read a lot, but never before had I read anyone s books and thought man this is soooo freaking original. I'm not saying other authors aren't original or anything. Heck Brandon himself says he does use some of the archetypes and what not, but to me he is one of a kind in a way I can't begin to explain  . . .


     I always talk about people like Lynn Flewelling, Jim Butcher, and Terry Brooks. They are totally amazing authors and I respect them like crazy, and can't wait to meet them. Lynn, who I met, is awesome in that her books are dark, they have really strong characters, all this stuff I can't explain. She wrote the Nightrunner series and the Tamir triad. She made her main characters gay in a time when it was like omgz what was she thinking?!?!? For this and many other reasons I love her. I wish I could afford to go on that cruise with her. Jim saved me with his Codex of Alera series, way back before I had picked up Brandon and as Harry Potter was coming to an end. Terry came before all of them and showed me that the genre I love most is fantasy.

     Despite all the things that make me like all these awesome authors none of them can top Brandon Sanderson in my mind. I know there are plenty of authors out there that I have yet to read, and I will continue searching for them. Maybe one day there will come an author who can knock Brandon down from the mental pedestal I've put him on, and I anticipate this. I want to see other people show true skill, be original in a time of  . . . sameness.

    So having somewhat proclaimed my love for Brandon it comes as no surprise that meeting him was a big deal. I remember walking into Mysterious Galaxy and finding the place PACKED. When I went to see Lynn there were like 30 people, but this room was easily at over a 100. I couldn't even see him, but I remember hearing this voice. It was perfectly  . . . ORDINARY. I was like is THAT him? I followed the voice through the crowds. It WAS him. I couldn't believe it, my idol was  . . . HUMAN! I know that sounds weird, but I've idolized him for like 4 years now. This didn't diminish my admiration, it increased it. Here stood this totally normal looking man, and he was EPIC. I wish I could have peeked into his mind!!!

     He was talking about Michael Whelan the dude that did the cover art. I was mesmerized by such a seemingly normal voice. Avidly sponging in his words, smiling, laughing, wishing I was closer to look him directly in the eyes. I wanted him, no NEEDED, him to see what he meant to this lowly aspiring author. I'm not going to go into great detail about what he talked about, although I will surely remember it forever.

This is the cover art it's sooo freakin beautiful it's my desktop background

    After he was done with talking, reading, and the Q & A it was time for the signing. We had to form a line. I was at the end of the first third of people to see him. I met this totally nice couple with a baby. She was a friend of Brandon, but also a fan like me. We chatted about Brandon and books. It was fun, but always in the back of my mind was this voice saying you're getting closer!

     And then I was at the beginning of the line, hyperventilating and going crazy because he was within my sight! Then it was my turn. The feeling is very hard to explain but it's something like my best Christmas, best birthday, that queasy feeling after karaoke the first time, spending a day with a boy you love, and a myriad of other crazy emotions.  And while all this was going on I teetered towards him with all my Brandon paraphernalia. I gushed and, inadequately, tried to express my love. I told him my name, asked him when he would be back in town, and all sorts of gibberish. Nothing consequential. He looked me in the eyes, asked if I had any questions and all I could say was . . . sorry I forgot them. His mere presence had turned my brain into gelatinous goo.

the quote is from his book Warbreaker it says Unknowing ignorance is preferable to informed stupidity.

   He signed my laptop with a quote of my choosing while I stared on adoringly, in his eyes that adoring look was probably a creepy look. And when he had signed all that, and dealt with my creepiness, my turn was  over. I walked away giddy and somewhat, and this oxymoron will sound totally stupid, blissfully forlorn.

    I had met him, but I failed miserably in distinguishing myself. I didn't get a picture or anything, that's how out of it I was!!!  It is now my goal to meet him again, and this time make a lasting impression. To be myself. Next time I will bring my questions written down, but hopefully I won't need them. Next time . . .

Zombie Apocalypse

    So two nights ago I fell asleep under the god of epic dreams that is Michael Cera in his Scott Pilgrim form, and my dream was . . . WICKED!

     It started with me in the hallway of an indoor high school. I was being totally kickass & kicking some zombie ass! Then I withdrew into a bathroom when the numbers grew too much for me. After a few minutes I hear knocking on my door & my group is telling me to run down the hallway to the room we had secured, they were holding down the line for me. I hurried in, and was followed in by Hector and Chewie. They were dirty, but so was everyone. So the group consisted of a bunch of guys and like two hoes, but they didn't count for much. These girls were in charge of making we were all cleaning, quickly sponging up all the zombie goo and making sure we had no abrasions.

     For some weird reason there was a bed in this room. Vince and Chewie were laying on this bed along with some other fool. I couldn't tell who he was. Hector was standing guard over the door. His blood sample had been taken already by one of them hoes. They were busy with something or Chewie didn't trust them, but somehow I had to take his blood sample. My hand was totally shaking, as I was trying to concentrate on that little vein. I made sure there was firm pressure, and then inserted the needle. Chewie hissed, but I concentrated on removing the sample. It took a few minutes for the test to come through . . .

    Chewie passed, but Hector failed. It took an hour for the zombiefying to take place. i said Hector let's go look for more supplies. Make the best of your last coherent minutes of life. I promised him a swift death before the process was completed. He joked about how he was gonna grow a  tail, true story he said. Always trying to scare me, even in his last moments of life. We had just walked outside when . . . my mom woke me up!!!

    This was very upsetting as it was one of the coolest dreams I'd had for a while. Last nights dreams were just scary and unnerving, but let's not talk about those. So here's a vid of the anime that I'm sure instigated my zombie dreams.

To summarize a year . . .

    A LOT has happened since I last blogged a year & a half ago. I am an aunt to twins, I'm almost freaking 22, and my best friend has moved away.

     One of the most memorable thing of 2009 apart from my nieces being born and turning 21 was Vince's & Maritza's Halloween extravaganza!!! It was awesome seeing Matt dressed as a woman, a Waldo Vince, Bubby/Queen of Hearts Maritza, and so many others. But the greatest fun came in the after party! Once everyone was pretty much gone & we were down to 7 the REAL fun began. I will keep the names to myself but if you were there you KNOW who you are!!! There was some groping, lap dancing, and all around giggles. Like I said this is a night that will be recalled as the most epicest of epic after parties!!!
   
     Almost turning 22? Not so much. I still feel like I am 17. Of course the day I turned 21 is a day I will never forget. I still remember Maritza waking me up from my 15 minute nap at exactly midnight . . . I also remember the moment being slightly ruined by another certain friend's dumb text. When I looked up there was a lovely little cake lit up just for me, and I was with my 2 besties Vince & Maritza. I blew out the candles & we proceeded with the drinking! My first drink was tequila with squirt, old school Mexican style!!! Rosie showed up and all sorts of craziness ensued, of course I can't remember a lot from that night. But highlights were me trying to get into the microwave, trying to go through a wall cuz I swore the bathroom was there, cussing Vince out in Spanish, and refusing to drink water for fear it was spiked!

     Another memorable event was Maritza's birthday. Having a gay old time at Chuck E Cheese's followed by some good old partying. There was plenty of drink and plenty of fun as well. Of course craziness ensued. There may have been some groping on my part of another poor attendee but that is all I shall say on that matter. Point is it was the AWESOMEST party I've been to this year.

     Then my 2 best friends moved away. I experienced a period of loss and disorientation. trying to find things to fill in the gaps that had consisted of them. Surely but slowly this happened. The things I filled so said gaps with aren't an exact fit but close enough that my heart doesn't twinge as much. I miss them dearly & have visited them twice already. I wish I could go more often, but then again you can't always have things your way. I feel this is something a lot of us need to learn, and have freaking Burger King stop telling us we can have things our way cuz that's all sorts of lies! Anyways I hope to get to see them this upcoming month, but I have a feeling I won't see them until October . . .

     All sorts of things happened this summer, of course summer was kicked off by Maritza's & Vince's housewarming party. They once again proved why they are reigning King & Queen of a good shindig. I also went clubbing for the first time!!! It was at gay club called Numbers.It was totally a new experience for me. First of all I ain't no dancer, so it took a margarita & 3 shots to get me up on that floor. Then there was watching the go go dancers, watching men stick their hands into the sausage bin and after having their grand old feel leaving a generous tip. Then that one dancer with the boxer briefs designed with a special sock 4 his junk so when he was all grinding all up on his stage you could see his wiener swing around . . . interesting stuff indeed. It was fun and also disappointing. The disappointment being that after a margarita & a total of 5 shots I went home perfectly sober. lolz

    Of course there was all sorts of other craziness and I have all my friends to thank 4 a pretty awesome summer. Ironically the only place I didn't visit this summer was the beach. That makes me all sorts of sad, but I think going there would have made me sad as well for it would have reminded me of the Summer of Maritza. We spent sooo much time at the beach, washing away our sorrows and having a grand old time. And last but not least I would like to end this blog by saying that Scott Pilgrim is the AWESOMEST movie so far this year, and it would take the whole year but there is still Harry Potter . . . soooooo go watch Scott Pilgrim & keep your hands to yourself cuz Michael Cera is MY man!!!!!

Harry Potter (not really, more like soul searching)

So I'm finally started on my Harry Potter house scarfs. (thanks to the urgings of a certain someone) Well so far it's cool, but I'm gonna stick to knitting while watching the t.v. Sometimes I feel like picking up a bunch of stuff and setting it on fire. (actual feeling just felt it right now)
I've been really bored with life lately. I mean I'm out having fun and stuff, but life seems so bleak to me. I have a really bad problem with that. I get bored with life pretty often, and am at a loss as to what to do. Suicide is out of the question cuz I find the whole idea retarded. Seriously what does a hasty death do 4 u? Nothing cuz then u have to go through the whole process again. So I'm in the process of finding a new hobby to entertain me. I want to learn a new skill, but I'm not sure what. It has to be something I can do with my hands. If I could I'd take up ceramics in my own home. I don't wanna do it at Palomar. I hate people watch me work on my stuff. I feel like they're staring at my naked soul as it's giving birth to another creation. That sounds weird but it's what I feel like. I like writing poetry but I have a hard time showing it to others cuz I feel like they'll judge it negatively. That's why I only share it with my close friends.
Anyways I'm going on about nothing now. So if anyone has any suggestions 4 a hobby, please share it with me.
Lately I've been driving myself insane because I can't stop arguing with myself! No I am not crazy. It's just that when I'm alone and there's no one to talk to I get to thinking, and that just ends up with me on both sides of an argument! Like today they were talking about sex slaves a.k.a. prostitution in San Francisco, and I was all like it's all becuz men are such pigs! Which is basically what the news said, but then the other me was all like if the women wouldn't make themselves so readily available then prostitution wouldn't exist! and then 1st me was all like nuh-uh that might lead to more violent outputs from men such as rape and other stuff. Well u can see how this can get annoying if ur trying to knit and all u can hear is the infernal arguing in ur brain. Because contrary to what people think I am not a hollow headed weirdo. I actually do think, and quite often! but I don't have anyone to argue with! Well that's enough ranting from me.
I will know supply u with some quotes of late:

"He's like the right, but ur soooo left ur almost touching the right!"

-what a jerk, koreans suck balls
big hairy wrinkly saggy balls

-not all of them

-meh I aint picky with my racism

(nothing to do with u Kat cuz ur the awesomest! ur spicyness represents how awesome asians are!)

" I WANNA take him out back and rape him HARD hahahahahahahaha"

- I f my dog died I would die

-Casey if u died I'd be sooo sad I'd die 2!

- yeah but then I'd come back to life and u'd still be dead haha

O.o

Past Lives

So earlier today Maritza was telling me how she loves ancient Egypt. And I told her that I can just imagine her being a goldsmith, back in those long gone days. She was all like GOLD! And then told me that she could imagine me in Greek/Roman days.
She totally knows me! I was all like as a warrior? *eyes shining brightly* She was like no, as a scholar. I was like omgz! I would so be a scholar or a muse! She then described me as taller, with long curly hair and one of those white flowy gowns! You can imagine the kind of squealing this elicited from me.
I love everything from those days! All the philosophy, the epic adventures, the gods! Athena is my patron goddess. I just know it! I know I must have lived in Grecian times once upon ancient times. I feel like I would have enjoyed it to the fullest, but even though I wish I could go back . . . I don't. It's simple really. I'm reading Hans Christian Anderson's The Galoshes of Fortune, and in this story whom so ever shalt wear the galoshes will be transferred to whatever time or place they wish to be. This man wished that he was living 200 years in the past, and when he was there he was absolutely miserable. I think that I might experience this if I were transported back to Grecian times, because I don't know the language! Even if I did it's not old Greek. I might fantasize about being there, but I don't think they would fully appreciate all my ideas, unless I were a man.
Maybe if they come up with time machines in the future, and I'm still alive, I would love to visit ancient Greece. I just hope for our sakes that they can come up with a fail free way of keeping people from messing with the past. Maybe they can do a sort of Charles Dickens Christmas Carol, sort of thing. You know, where you're like Scrooge and people can't see you when you visit the past. That would be awesome.
I would love to see if they're so called dragons existed. (although all those who truly know me know that I believe in dragons nonetheless) Climb aboard a ship and sail the younger seas, pre-pollution. Watch an epic battle that was blown out of proportion. See scholars hard at work, musing over their latest theory. *sigh* Sometimes I do wish that my mind controlled how the world worked, that way I could be surrounded by the things I like most. Although my friends would be there, I'm sure they'd be doing their own thing. And I would be immersed in a big pile of books studying to my hearts content, maybe traveling in a bubble examining world development, shrink down to micro size and see life begin to form. Oh all the endless possibilities!
Maybe one day I'll remember all my past lives and rejoice in them like memories of a happy childhood, even if that childhood is that of my soul.

Hector's Party

So Hector's party was like 3 days ago, but I haven't been able to blog about it cuz it took me that long to recuperate.

Anyways the day started with me waking up somewhere around 9;30, even though I'd been up blogging about 4 hours before that. I started out by cleaning and making sure my chores were completely done. I didn't want my mom to bitch after all. So after getting myself prettied up I was like "Momma, please take me to Hector's" Well she did, and I got there like around 12, much too early since the party wasn't till 6! o.O When I entered . . .

I found Hector freaking out, and running around cleaning and scrubbing like crazy. I said I'd help, but mostly Hector pushed me out of the way cuz I wasn't competent enough 4 him. So I just went to a little cortner and hid, until I was neeeded. Which came in the form of me setting up the playstation and junk.

Then Hector's friend Shane arrived, he was really cool. While Hector was gussying himself up, we were doing some karaoke! Yeah! It was awesome. So after Hector was raedy he was all like "Oh Noes! I need me some candles, and some tape (for unknown reasons)!" So we headed over to stater bros and that was when . . .

I saw a Subway!!! You have to understand that I didn't have breakfast, and therefore was starving. It was just me and Subway. Of course I ditched those herpaderps 4 Subway! It was delicious, I had a meatball sub.

Anyways we went back to his house, and the next people to arrive were Kat, Blake, Julie, and Josh. Of course the firwst thing 3 of them did was go smoke in the backyard. Ignoring the wishes of the other people there who soooo do not want to get lung cancer.

Whatevs! So by then we were all chillaxin enjoying ourselves. Viv & Ruby arrived soon after, and that was even better.

Everything really got going somewhere around 5:30, when Nancy arrived with her pole. O.o Everybody gathered upstairs to catch a glimpse. Even though it was good, i wish I hadn't watched. It was a very scarring experience. Imean between catching a glimpse ofJulie's underwear, and that Nancy chick who one minute had a skirt and then didn't! Oh Ben! Although Hector on the pole was awesome!

By the way, I never touched that pole. I sooo did not want butt sweat all over my hand!

Anywaysthat was all fun, and all but there were other highlights to this party. Such as Hector's friend Rowdy , and his friend Christian playing some of their songs 4 us. They were really good! I really liked the song Traveling. Of course the chilena, Elia, getting a number from Rowdy was awesome as well. lolz All the girls from our group observed her and Rowdy. Him holding her hand to "teach" her how to play guitar. lolz She's good!

Did I forget the pinata? As if! It was awesome! Candy everywhere! Although everybody was like whatevs. Sucks for them cuz I got plenty of candy. Viviana got the body of the pinata, which was a horse. I only got a leg.

There was Hector dancing. That was pretty fun to watch. The whole party was awesome, even though it did have it's shady moments. Which included the magical appearence of alcohol. And all the girls going tipsy after just one beer! Of course Nancy drunk was not the best thing, her skirt was often above her butt. Then that one shady girl being like "I'm buzzed so I can talk freely now!" Then as she was leaving she was all like "Have you seen my Nemu?" Which natalie and I confused as her imaginary friend, but it really turned out to be her large Irish friend.

Other than that it was the best party i've ever been to! SWo much fun, so may new people. Btw, I pickied up something. I'm pretty sure I got it from taking manny's lollipop, but whatevs at least I knew him. lolz Can't wait to see what Hector does 4 his 21st b-day!

Broken Heart, Shattered Soul

So for all of you who know me, you know my life revolves around books. Books. A simple concept; A container filled with pages upon pages filled with: letters, words, sentences, paragraphs, chapters. One of the greatest inventions in the history of man! That is to my point of view.
My books mean a lot to me. Through them I've improved my reading, picked up new skills, escaped the harshness of life, and made lifelong friends. In one word they are irreplaceable.
Well today while checking what's up in my favorite authors' life (you know release dates, appearances, and the like) I noticed that the title for Jim Butcher's future Codex of Alera book had been released. First Lord's Fury. Oh such a wonderful title! *floats* That is . . .
Until I read the little note above. It said that this was the sixth and final volume in the Codex of Alera series! I literally teared up, and felt my heart physically break, my soul shattering into a thousand pieces. Leaving me in a fragile state. I could hardly breathe and my eyesight turned dark and fuzzy.
Luckily Maritza was online to let me borrow her heart glue. That barely did the job, so we had to up-grade to hot glue gun. But still I feel like a part of me will never be the same. I'm sure I lost part of my soul, and it will only ever come back whenever I reread the series.
Even though everything seems fine now, it isn't really. I remember finishing Harry Potter. The first series I ever got into, and actually went on to collect. My world was turned upside down. My one solace was that Codex of Alera was there for me in the forthcoming times. And now . . .
It's gone . . .

I know I am being dramatic, but just like Harry Potter, this was a series I'd been committed to for a prolonged amount of time. I think I've been reading it for like five years! I remember spotting it in the library and thinking, "this is gonna be good!" I was right, and I went on to buy his latest editions. I'm still missing the 1st and 2nd book, but I practically have them memorized by heart.
Since Harry Potter 2 of my trilogies/series have ended. The Mistborn Trilogy, and of course the Twilight series. Both were sad occasions, but they didn't cause the same amount of pain. I guess because I was ready to let go. I mean I have 2 authors that will provide me with ample book material, but then again they release in June. Of course I'm talking about my number one favorite authors' Lynn Flewelling ( who I've actually met :D) with The White Road, and Brandon Sanderson (who I almost met but was 2 sick to see) with Warbreaker.

I just hope that by the time December comes I will be ready to let go. . .






I was listening to this song the whole time plus it has Ron in it! It doesn't have an official vid :(