Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Bacon Burgers and Book Reviews

I have no phone. For now. I will probably not have one for a while considering who my parents are. But it's fine. I only spoke to one person really, eventually I was going to crash and be silent, for an extensive period of time.

I spoke to my school counselor today. It's wonderful. It's fantastic. It's so unfail I could die from sheer joy. But I won't. There is much work to be done. (I feel like my own fairy godmother, beating mice into submission.) I might not have to go to community, no I lie. I DO NOT have to attend community college. I really, really don't. I was being lazy and underestimating myself.

The truth is I am a delightful, luscious, almost ineffable human being. (and you apparently did not know it.) I can't wait for next year!

As I sit here enjoying this delicious Bacon (i know, shameful) Burger someone is taking an impossibly long time doing whatever the hell it is they are doing behind me (you know....) If they are trying to get my attention they are going to have to do better than that. This burger is delicious!

The school I presently attend has been ordering new books, and since I frequent the library I get to peruse. This is probably the first time I have ever looked at a selection of books so seriously.

FIRST: Finally they leave the vampire subject alone and are now working on fouling up zombies, high schools and teenage romance (more so than usual). It's ridiculous. The nonsense piles up, fillinfg the shelves and no one can find anything adequate to read.

SECOND: The level of writing is sickening. No wonder no one even attempts to speak properly these days. I know, I know, I too am at fault of grammatical errors, but the sentences in some of these "books" are tragic.

Then again I have no real say yet what should be printed and what shouldn't. YET. So I shall watch, be disgusted, and ensure that I stay clear of the scum of the mas-no, it's too mean. I won't write it, but we're all thinking it.

Restoring the Diva to her(his?) former glory,
Z.E. Daniels

NOTE: There is not a single depressing thing.

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