Happy 3/11 day (though, most likely, by the time I hit “Publish Post”, this blog will lie and say I posted on 3/12, which will pretty much ruin everything). I think, if my memory serves me correctly, the first blog I ever wrote was on 3/11, in which I said, “happy 3/11 day”, and went on to explain how big of a fan I was of 311 at the time. Still am. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, Google “311″. Then listen. Doesn’t matter which song. Any one will do.
That, would probably make today my first blogoversary (is that how you spell that?) over at Sleepless Dreams. Probably. Should I do something? Mmmm. But I’m already in my jammies…
I’m looking forward to The Hunger Games, the movie. Are you? I’m excited to see it. Yes, I read the book, and no, I don’t give a shit if they change something like the color of Bella’s honeymoon dress. Oh, God. They’re never going to forgive me for that one. But, seriously. Let’s leave the movie making to the professionals, yeah? If someone told me how to write my books, it would piss me off. Actually, they do try, and it does piss me off. Anyway. That’s why I like movie adaptations. Because they usually bring something different to the table that changes… everything. I like that. I like going into the movie theater, knowing I have a special insight to what I’m about to see on account that I read its respective book, but knowing that I won’t be reciting the damn movie word for word because they will make it fresh. Won’t they? They better. Going to the theater is expensive. I have the book at home. If I want a word-for-word visual, I’ll just read it again. Right?
I’m participating in a blog tour this week. And next week. They are for the same author, two of his books are touring the blog world. This is my first tour so I’m pretty excited. You should be, too, because I’m writing a new review of a book I’ve already read, writing a review of a book I’ve just read, and doing an interview. Anyway, you’ll see. Awesomesauce. I would let nothing less across this blogosphere (is that how you spell that?).
Anyway, I think about a lot of other things on Sundays like book clubs and relationships and dreams and hugs and the mentally ill and true love and sex, but no one wants to hear about that shit.
Hahaha. That was funny.
Goodnight, peeps. Thanks for following my blog. You all rock.