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We've hit an unexpected "cold snap," as the news puts it. This is the coldest weather for this time of the year Oregon has experienced in twenty-five years.

Sunday, I celebrated an early Thanksgiving dinner with my family; I got to see Jessi, Mitch, Maddie, and Katie's new home for the first time. Dinner was PHENOMENAL and was topped off with three kinds of pie (I had tiny slivers of chocolate and Oreo) and watching Toy Story 3 in their cozy bonus room.

ALSO, Kat called! <333 I had to tell her the bad / annoying news that I'd sent the wrong fly-home and fly-back dates to Mom and Dad (they'd been a week early). My plane tickets have been changed, but now Kat can't come to SMF to pick me up and drive me to GV. That would have been fun. BUT! we will still have lots of fun! Need to call up Elsa, Katlin, Brandon, Jason and Terra, Brenna (if you're home?)... depending on who's around.

Alex and Kile! <333 If you two happen to be in GV at any point for the holidays, let me know. I'd love to see you guys again!

It's odd sometimes thinking about how infrequently I talk with some of my friends from high school, yet every once in a while, we can get talking again and it's like nothing ever changed. It's a nice feeling. <3

Lack of sleep, good work on Production Team, and insane snow driving. )

Aunt Pam started chemotherapy on Friday. She’d had 38 lymph nodes removed from her right breast and the surrounding area; the chemo is a precaution to make sure any remaining cancer is killed. She’s going to be dealing with chemo for a solid sixteen weeks. I’ll be around to help her out, though. She felt so bad about asking me to do simple things for her, like grabbing a couple pillows to put under her arms – she’s used to doing things for herself. I can see some of Dad in her in that respect. But I want to make sure she’s comfortable, so I kept repeating that I didn’t mind her asking me to get things for her.

Going to the Chinese Garden tomorrow (today, ha) with Laryssa for our (godawful boring) Chinese Cultural History class. It’ll be nice to hang out with her, though; I miss hanging with her and Brit. The kids and I aim to see Tangled tomorrow as well, weather permitting, which should be a lot of fun. Looking forward to it!

OH AND BY THE WAY, it's now 16 degrees outside. Dayum.
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I learned last Thursday that cancer has been confirmed in Grandma Jo's liver. She's opted for chemotherapy.

I'd been so excited about Halloween and being with my friends I'd forgot to mention it.... I need to send my thank you card to Grandma and Grandpa soon. Mom, Dad, Cammy and I are going to drive down south to visit them during my upcoming break.

Hung out with Aurora after class again today. We discussed our stories and characters, made fun of Twilight, and traveled several blocks up and down the Pearl District trying to decide where to have lunch before settling with Baja Fresh again. We delighted over various classic films outside in the chilly air.

And... this is too hilarious NOT to read. I'm certain the author of this article is secretly one of Stephanie Meyer's rabid fangirls (or fanboys?) in disguise.

The article is titled Stephanie Meyer: A New J.K. Rowling?,9171,1734838,00.html

...Just... WOW.

Wait, check THIS out:

But it is the rare vampire novel that isn't about sex on some level, and the Twilight books are no exception. What makes Meyer's books so distinctive is that they're about the erotics of abstinence. [...what?!] Their tension comes from prolonged, superhuman acts of self-restraint. There's a scene midway through Twilight in which, for the first time, Edward leans in close and sniffs the aroma of Bella's exposed neck. "Just because I'm resisting the wine doesn't mean I can't appreciate the bouquet," he says. "You have a very floral smell, like lavender ... or freesia." [Christ, Edward might as well be a vampiric HUMMINGBIRD. ...FUCK, NOW I NEED TO DRAW THIS.] He barely touches her, but there's more sex in that one paragraph than in all the snogging in Harry Potter.

[Okay, um.... This is railing on the article's author, but did you catch how the above paragraph begins, and how it ends? Whether the sex actually happens or whether it's implied, IT IS STILL ABOUT SEX "AT SOME LEVEL."

...I'm having fun. Sue me.]

It's never quite clear whether Edward wants to sleep with Bella or rip her throat out or both, but he wants something, and he wants it bad, and you feel it all the more because he never gets it. That's the power of the Twilight books: they're squeaky, geeky clean on the surface, but right below it, they are absolutely, deliciously filthy.


No, I have not read Twilight, but I've heard plenty about Meyer's horrendous writing and her sparkly vampires (or crystal golems-masquerading-as-vampires) and her priss-ass protagonist to know that I practically DID read the novel by reading this article. Oh, how I LOLed!

Here's what I figure I just MIGHT do: I just MIGHT read the first chapter. I really am terribly curious about Meyer's writing. It's supposed to be like reading a twelve-year-old's fan fiction, or at least that's what several artists on dA have said (even if dA is full of ~drama, these comics are vastly entertaining).

Here's one of the most highly respected / reviled parody comics of the series:

Aurora and Skull got into a mild argument with Didi about Twilight today in Creative Writing, which was kind of amusing.

Also, we finally got our second assignments back, graded. Got an A-. It doesn't disappoint me, but I think my first assignment (which got an A) is by far the weaker piece of writing. Granted, we're given only one full day to complete these writings, but... still. It was really an exercise - for me - in trying to create a voice for the superintelligent chimeras in the story.

Most of my group - except Aurora - were confused as to what a chimera is. Ah well. =P

That is not meant to sound condescending. I guess they hadn't known about the traditional Greek chimera....

My hands are very cold. Aunt Pam and Uncle Larry lowered the thermostat to save on energy.

Hell, I'm wearing a t-shirt, a hooded sweatshirt, long pants, socks, and my slippers... and my feet are cold, too.

I hope Grandma Jo isn't in pain.... That's what I can pray for, for the time being.

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