"On a rainy Monday .. I feel it inside me.. In the hopes of one day"

It poured down rain today. Like solid good rain. Of which I haven't seen in a long time. I was walking from work to the International District w/ GSC and we were drenched by the time I reached the station. I am also confident that the poor guy might think I'm a total loon because there was thunder AND lightning and I was so freaking excited. 

I have distinct remembrances of rain storms. Sitting in the family room in the dark and it being filled with light from the lightning flashing outside. The booming thunder. I loved it. I was hoping for power outages. That always seemed really cool. My last good Arizona monsoon was in summer of 2002. That was a long time ago. Rexburg never had good storms... and Utah had some good ones but never like AZ. 

Mind, I don't remember having to venture forth into it either. So trudging through it was.. so fun. My pants, shoes and shirt are soaked. And of course, once we got out of the downtown area, it was fine and people were dry. 

And then there was me, the drowned rat. 

dum dum DUUMMM!

I just applied for a different job.

So it begins again.

Why, you might ask?

- Maybe for something with some different/better mental stimulation

- Maybe something with a bit better pay so I can
a. Save up more for grad school and justify this venture I'm taking
b. Justify possibly moving OUT of a house of FIVE GIRLS to a place of me or maybe one more. (I've been looking at housing stuff in UK for school, and there is little chance I would have a place of my own. I'd like a chance maybe now.. now meaning January. I've got a saaaweeeeet set up right now..)

- Maybe because my core people that I started with are all going their separate ways. It sounds very silly, but with a job such as this, there are certain things that keep you going. My people keep me coming back for more. Besides the paycheck, the benefits, the killer discount. It's an ah-ha moment to realize... Oh, right... This really isn't a place I'd like to remain.



Another random bit of random..

I get complimented on the oddest things, and I'll take pride in it..

For example:

stellar cookies

superb high fives

surprisingly awesome handshakes

solid mix tapes

hugs
(no adjective needed. just love/rock those.)

Going to bed. Canada in the AM.

songs I have grown to loathe due to excess radio use

Put me in Coach- this plays on the radio every-day... then I walk by the baseball stadium and they play it... All the time.. then they do the same radio add every-time... (slam head into wall)

This City  (this just got too much play time when I was in the car with my roommate... And on occasion I was angry.. It's not a happy memory)

Hotel California (maybe not loathe, but not really keen..)

We Are Young
(too much time on the radio... it really wrecked it)

(damn) Cup Song... A whole month of Kaylie tapping out this rhythm.... Not to mention everyone else who seems to think this was a new thing and so fun... yea.. Pretty sure I played this game a decade ago. Catch up.

Some other overplayed song... 

Stronger - don't blame her in the least... curse the radio. This is why I dislike it so.

Anything Katy Perry. Not even linking. I just don't like it.

(probably more coming)



HOWEVER!

This for some reason NEVER gets old... Every time it plays, I fist bump the sky and turn it up... Sometimes I hear, "hey amanda! it's your song."
You speak truth.

Oh, look at the time.. Time for bed.

Books that make me want to bash my head in- (Mortal Instruments books) ALERT! THERE ARE SPOILERS!

Again, please note. There will be spoilers, so you can't be miffed at me later for giving something away if you want to read these. 

Alright.. Where to start. I haven't read this whole series. As some might know, I'm really keen on YA/Children's books. That is the focus and main course of study for me in the future.. So I am pretty keen. And I like retellings of things. 

So these seemed like an interesting spin on the whole supernatural werewolves, vampires, with demon hunters and the like. I can run with that. That seems to be a theme as of late. 

So I'm plugging along, running with the story until I start noticing something incredibly annoying. Not only is the writing incredibly juvenile but there are so many similes I wanted to bash my head into a wall. You don't need to say; "her hair flows like a waterfall." The "flowing hair" can certainly tell us the same. 

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.  (Okay these arent FROM the book but I googled "bad similes" and got this) 

Throughout the book.. This is like- this... Again. Head-in-wall.. 

Also... I'm sick of men that are perfect, godlike or angelic. This is utterly ridiculous. Every time she described this guy as angelic I wanted to hurl. Kid is a freaking demon hunter with markings all over his person and scars everywhere. Let men be men! Especially if he's fighting off demons. 

Shoot. 

I'd like you to honestly look around and find someone real like that. I realize that women are regularly up in arms about how they are portrayed in the media... But these poor guys, real ones.. How can they live up to that? These perfect "godlike" or "angelic" characters in books & shows... either that or they are portrayed as fools. I don't appreciate that either. 

And here's the clencher that was what all the spoiler alerts were about. At some point there is a love triangle, of course... (eye roll) Girl is raised by single mother, boy is raised by single father who dies suddenly in his youth... And come to find that the main girl and her keen love interest might BE... 

(drum roll please!!)

Brother and sister.... 

It is of my opinion that this should 

never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever  ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever

be used. 

Especially since the author continues the madness. Oh, I still have feelings but I have to fight them because we're related. I'm sorry, gross. That's gross. And a TERRIBLE CARD to play as the author. 

I tried to read this series a couple years ago. I got half way through the second book and it was because of this particular plot that I put the book away and said no thanks. I picked it up again due to the movie coming out and it being on my sisters audible account. I got to that point again and I was so grossed out that I texted one of my friends that I knew had read the books and demanded that she tell me who the girls real brother was... because I knew that it couldn't be the love interest. I have never done this with a book. I am okay with going along for the ride, but this one... no way. 

BTW, they're not brother and sister.. I know you were concerned. 

(Again, horrible card to play and to string along for a book and a half+. I'm not sure how much longer it continues... I got bored and I honestly dread finishing.) 

Ugh. Never ever be used! evvvveeerrrrr. 

iphone notes from earlier

I'm currently standing by a pole that has been defaced by "the f-word." People, I feel, are regularly justifying the use of this particular word, telling me that it isn't a big deal. It's added for emphasis in exchange to show anger, misery, happiness, excitement, etc. It's apparently quite multifaceted. To many it has lost that "profanity" standing by its excess. It seems to me that it has lost it's purpose completely for that shock factor it once had. If we were in outside of Seattle, maybe that would be different. But we are in Seattle.. and in SODO of all places. (the industrial district)

So why'd they write it on a pole. Why try to shock and alarm people that find it neither shocking nor alarming? While at some point it was a good punch in the gut, now I just think it's juvenile. I roll my eyes at the lack of a better word to describe the emotion and go slightly stoic.

So I've been thinking.

And I should really stop making these late nights posts because who really knows if they make sense come morning...

I got to catch up with some dear friends this week, people I haven't spoken to in ages.

A letter from a friend that is such an example of faith and resilience while she serves a sentence in prison for something she didn't do.

I was helping a friend with some "girl stuff" and encouraging him to move forward and find something worthwhile.

I've received messages from my siblings and pictures of nieces and nephews that I adore beyond reason. (besides the fact that they're all uniquely awesome.)

I have a solid roommate that forgives readily and gives all in the work and service of God.

I feel a great loss of a good friend that I don't get to see any more, and yet his presence and songs remain.

I send some random bits of nonsense to raise spirits.

I have an overwhelming urge to hug people. I restrain... Mostly. 

I want them to succeed. I want all good things. I have the most overwhelming sense of love and forgiveness. And I'm caught up in this ability that man has to love and all the forms that it can come.

My cup feels like it's overflowing.