Uprising

Today was another odd day, gasp! Why, you may wonder? I had to stop by work to help my boss out with something and there was so much construction going on in our parking lot, it felt like we were in a constant earthquake. (As a native Californian, I've had my fair share of earthquakes over the years.) In addition to that, I also lost power this morning and lived ye olde style for a while because of lack of lighting. Because my house is a dark cave, I finished Hunted by PC and Kristin Cast by flashlight. God forbid I go outside where it's sunny to read. Plus I couldn't possibly be bothered to get ready without any lights- have you put on foundation in the dark? (I have too, it's not that bad I know, but for dramatic purposes go with me here.) I'll get to why the end of the day was so weird in a bit, but for now a little on my reading.

Hunted was the best in the Marked series, by far, and although there are some extremely stereotypical gay characters, they are getting better. I hope the mother/daughter author combo work on it some more and they keep improving.

While writing this, I'm listening to the brand new single from Muse, "Uprising," and I'm incredibly impressed. I'm not the biggest Muse fan, but it's hard not to love so many of their songs. I think this one is going to go at the top of my Muse list. It's definitely an inspiring song, and when listened to at full volume, it makes you feel- makes you want to get up and do something.

On a Halloween note, I found an extremely cute new prop today at none other than Big Lots. It's a sign that says Dracula's Pub and I love it!

My night ended with going out my oldest friends, who are really like family. We went to do some birthday exchanges and ended up having a late dinner at my favorite diner, Mae's. On the way home we passed my local cemetery, which I'm quite fond on, and once again I'm reminded how odd I am. I screeched out,

"Say hello to my cemetery!"

My friends, who happen to be sisters, responded with,

"No, I don't like cemeteries," and "You know I'm afraid of cemeteries."

When I asked them about remembering where they've come from, and thinking of those who have been here before us, the topic was quickly switched and I was left in the dust. The conclusion of my day left me feeling odder than ever. Am I really the only one out there who feels a sudden urge to frolic every time she passes a cemetery?