1. Vampire Diaries and Modern Family returning to my weekly routine. Have I mentioned that I am obsessed with TV? Absolutely obsessed.
2. The Utah versus USC football game this weekend. I am going to make blackberry cupcakes for the occasion and I'm pretty sure they're going to be epic. I know this isn't a cooking blog or anything, but be prepared for some mad bragging if all goes according to plan.
3. Writing conference in two weeks. Actually, I don't know if that's actual excitement or total trepidation. We will see. Either way, I plan to buy some bitchin shoes in its honor.
Speaking of shoes, can I just say I am relieved/disappointed that these are sold out in my size?
I've never bought anything at Anthropologie before (on principle and on lack of funds) and I'm pretty sure I'll be able to maintain that goal, but jeez. It was close with those shoes.
4. Finishing A Dance with Dragons. Stayed up until 1 am last night. I probably would still be sprawled out on my bed, completely enraptured, if a Bran Stark chapter hadn't come up. I am sorry, little crippled kid, but even with the ability to mind-meld with wolves and people, I find you more boring than church.
5. Reading Life As We Knew It. I know I said it was number 2 on my to-be-read list while on vacation, but I ended up putting Twenty Boy Summer (yes, it is better than the title implies) there instead. If you want a nice one-two punch of contemporary young adult, I would definitely recommend that and Anna and the French Kiss. Twenty Boy Summer is definitely more somber, so maybe go with that one first.
Speaking of awkward titles, are there any books out there you'd like to read, but feel like you can't because of a bad title or cover? I've mostly gotten over that, but this was a big problem for me as a kid. I remember hiding LJ Smith books in my history text because I didn't want anyone to know I was reading something called THE PASSION (of all things) at fourteen. It sure didn't help that the cover made it look like something that would definitely include some throbbing members. (It didn't, but try explaining that to a group of scornful post-tomboys.)
|Awkward. Early 90s, there was just no excuse.|