– Succumbed to temptation and started reading the “Fifty Shades of Grey” trilogy. I’m a careful reader, but I finished the first book yesterday, vowing that I would wait until pay day to buy the next one. Instead, I slept on it (the thought, not the book) and decided to buy the next one today. I read some, stop for a break, then I’m right back with it because I need to know what happens next, as if the book’s gonna fly away if I don’t read it all the way through the first day. It’s not a rental, it’s mine. Hell, I don’t think I can will myself to let a friend borrow the books right now! I notice some parallels to the “Twilight” books, but then it quickly shimmies past the parallels. I sigh whistfully a lot, I laugh, I cry (lots of crying because I can relate to the main character, Ana, in several ways) and roll my eyes (the main character rolls her eyes at Grey and it has an interesting, infuriating effect on him).
– After I finished reading the first book, I was an emotional, hopeless wreck and addict. I thought, “I need to clear my head, so what movie should I watch?” I chose “The Exorcist”..Hmm, not the most wholesome movie. I made myself a little tent with my ladder and some blankets and was prepared to watch a scary movie. While watching the documentary of the movie (which was really interesting – the director was a bit of a sadist, it seems), I reached back to adjust the cushions and smacked one of my fingers against a jagged edge of the ladder and sliced my finger open. I’ll live. It’s my unlocking-the- door-finger, so I had to put some Neosporin and a bandaid on it for now. Oh, such misery.
– My mom and I visited Lakewood on Wednesday. I lived in our cool house for 19 years before going to college and moving to Brook Park. The house…well, I have discussed my fond memories of that house before on here, and looking at it again when we visited our old street, I wish I could live there again. We visited our old next-door neighbors, and thankfully D was home. It was so nice to catch up. It was so weird to think that I used to watch their house and their dogs whenever they’d go on vacation. They had two miniature collies; Brandi and Sadie.
– While in Lakewood, we also visited Lakewood Park. It has changed a lot since I was in high school. I took both swimming and tennis lessons there, and they used to have the coolest swings and a really steep slide. Everything is different regarding the playground, but the people who rebuilt it did an excellent job. There’s also a really nice walking path down to the Lake Erie shore. They even have viewer thingies so that you can peer across the lake. Oh, and they also recently built a gazebo nearby, too.
– We also stopped at the antique store my mom used to set up in, but it has really changed a lot. When I’d visit as a teenager, the place was more spacious and smelled better. I thought the basement was haunted, even though it was just as spacious. When we visited that day, though, there was hardly any room to breathe. There was stuff everywhere we turned, antique or not. When I went down into the basement, I was no longer overwhelmed by the sense that a ghost was around the corner, but instead was smacked by the stench of dank, damp basement. Maybe the ghosts fled out of disgust? Not sure.