Goodbyes are as hard as hellos

My last day. ;_; I don't want it to be my last day. I want it to last forever and ever and ever...oh wait, it can...in my head. :D Thank you, everyone, for enduring listening my craziness and love of books. ^___^ Ergo, a little relaxing fun photo day.

Since I’ve been raving about my insane obsession love of stories and books for such a long time, I thought I’d "show" the ladies here a little of my life.

Remember how I said I still have posters on my wall? Well… Twelve Kingdom posters. They're a few years old and no longer sold anywhere, but that's okay. I still have old calendars, bookmarks and postcards around, but you don’t need to see those. ;) Now, see that blue/white strips and squares in the front? That’s my pillow (one of many) and see what’s next to my head every night? Although my Sis tells me that sleeping with stacks of books will ensure I live a life as an unmarried old maid (with a capital V) and I just responded with a resounding “Great! Just what I've been planning all along.” Hehehe. I’m such a brat. You recognize any of the books? ^_~

Please note, I also move these books into a bag (or two) and carry them with me wherever I go. Every once in a while, I rotate my books from on bed, bags, boxes and into my pink bags. The pink bags are pretty specific "current reads." I do take them when I go out even if I'm just hanging out with friends. They're all sick of my weird habits, but hey, they're my friends which makes them weirder >.<My two pink bags up there: gym bag full of books and mini backpack with my one must have book. See that book? It’s almost always in there. Always. Can you find it? It's like Waldo, but finding that book. (Am I a little too obsessed? Maybe?)

I think I brought both bags to RWA, but only carried the little one around. Keep in mind, the gym bag was empty when I went to RWA. It came back full. :D At home, on my computer, stores, libraries…work…books. I don’t really read them all the time, but carrying them around gives me a sense of comfort. I know, issues.

Ah…the book I really wanted to take, but just loving two short stories does not seem DIK 6. When I read Marjorie M. Liu’s short called Minotaur in Stone in the anthology Hotter than Hell, I had this image that refused to leave my head. I slept, ate, and kept seeing this image. So, being me, I debated for an entire week then caved and went out to buy clay. Having never played with clay *coughcough* before, I thought I was going insane, but made that sculpture on the left first (with horns). First ever. Not bad. An image you’ll totally get if you read it. ;) The one on the right came later, but it didn’t work too well. I suck.
After I got into playing with clay *clears throat*, I realized I really wanted to make something. They say home is where the heart is, even so, having no place to really call your own is a very insecure feeling (ergo, carrying over a dozen books daily). If I may never buy my own house, if I should never be able to have my own little safe haven; I've already made one of my own with my two hands. This way, no matter where I go, how lost I become, or abandoned I get; I shall always have my house, that I made for me. See how little it is? I love it! This is my dream cottage and I was able to make it myself and no one can ever take it away. Well…technically you could, but no one could ever take away the fact that I made it myself. Just for me.

Now…to fill my little cottage with books and something…yummi. ;)

He's one of my favorite. So...as much as I wanted to, I didn't take over and liberate all the heroes and reunite them with their respective heroines. No, no, I couldn't bear the beatings from heartbreak of my fellow ladies. Hope you had fun!