Topic: WC - Daily Practice
Friday 20July07
So I'm sitting here waiting for my laundry to finish and turn on my lap top and read an article on Yahoo about people in lines for the last Harry Potter book and I start blubbering. Yep, I'm sitting here crying because the final Harry Potter book is so damn close, mere hours away. Now, to be honest, I'm not really sure what I'm crying about. Is it just that it's been such a long wait for the final book. Or is it the writers dream of crazy line ups and celebrations? Could you imagine writing a series of books that are hailed around the world. A freakin' writers wet dream. Or maybe it's because last night I wrote the last chapter of White Wishes and as slow as it's going it's a step forward. And to think of a full novel is so much easier when I had the first chapter and the last chapter done.
hmm! And to think of a full novel makes me weep like a little girl. Fuck you Fergie, Big girls do cry! ha ha!
I am still amazed and baffled at all the media and newspapers and radio announcers that are leaking their fair share of Harry Potter tidbits. Really, is nothing sacred anymore? There used to be a time when reporters stood for something and even radio announcers stood for something. Melanie on Flow announced what the last three words are of the book. That other idiot JJ made some comment about how the book is for kids after all. Someone should stuff a bag of sport socks in his mouth, he talks such stupidness. Why do people want to ruin things for every one so badly? So you're not into the mania, shut the fuck up and don't spoil it for all the millions of us who are.
I fear that I'm going to ball my eyes out come the end of the final book, I say with a bout of hysterical laughter. I really expect that I'm going to cry. How funny is that?
I'm still debating whether I'll get the book early tomorrow morning before I have to meet up with my friends for the wedding that I'm attending. Since there is a 6 hour break between wedding and reception, I figure I could be half way through the book if I just sit in a corner and read. Is that wrong?
And while clicking around, I discovered that Jasper Fforde has another Thursday Next book coming out, "First among Sequels". I still haven't bought , "Something Rotten." It looks like I'll be buying at least four books this weekend: Harry Potter, The two Jasper Ffordes and AM Homes book about finding her biological parents. It's time to step back into reading fiends shoes.
I'm currently reading Beginning of Was by Ania Szado which is beautifully written for such rough material.
I can't get all hermit-like right now cuz it's still summer. Winter is best for the hermit routine. But I'm feeling like becoming a hermit, with too many books to read and pushing myself to read them all. I still have to get Jasper's other books, "The Big Over Easy" and "The Fourth Bear." Lord help me and my book addiction.
I got the kleenex ready for the wedding tomorrow. I didn't think that I was the wedding crier but after having gone to Tyrone's wedding and bursting into tears the moment he and his wife to be walked down the aisle with their mothers and crying through out the whole process (it's called a ceremony, isn't it?), I don't know about myself anymore. I used to be so good about not crying over every single thing. What the heck happened to me and why am I admitting it on the internet?
I had a depression breakthrough today. With a couple things seriously bugging me over the last few days, I felt that I could go down to that dark place. I thought about it some more today, while at work, and thought in loud thoughts, "WTF! Why get depressed about this? So a couple things suck the bag, getting depressed isn't going to change them."
Getting depressed isn't going to change a damn thing. But crying? Now that's a release and a relief, so I'll keep on crying over every silly little thing... Harry Potter, weddings, the Tour de France, the Olympics... ha ha
And depression? Fuck depression!
And the Tour de France isn't doing it for me that much this year, even though I'm watching it. I still haven't found someone to love in the Tour. Well, I lie, I was loving Fabian Cavellera ( sorry, I suck if I spelled it wrong). He was showing his balls with riding away with the yellow jersey for all the early stages and then announced in stage 8 (was it?) that he would work for the team and waved good bye and hasn't been heard from since. That's the painful part of the Tour. It's all about the team and not so much the individual. Of course that's what is so cool about the Tour too. That level of selflessness that you have to have. You could ride the race for years to help someone else, like a Lance Armstrong win. And you have to be happy about that. It's crazy and awesome and really all about the team.
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