Edward Cullen

Approximately three weeks ago, someone asked to borrow my Twilight books. I agreed and set them by my front door to await pickup in case I wasn't home when said person arrived. After a couple of weeks, I picked them up from the floor behind the door and lovingly placed them back on the shelf as no one had come to get them yet.
Now, you must understand that I have been dying to reread these books, but have not been allowing myself for fear of not getting any work done. I get way too sucked into these books, so I have been telling myself that I would read them at the cabin over Christmas when there is nothing to neglect in order to read. I have been looking forward to this for so long (Pathetic, I know).
So, yesterday I had jury duty and was looking for a book to read before I left the house. I decided that if I were reading something exciting while sitting for hours in the courthouse, I might not be so bitter about it. I decided that I would take Twilight to get me through that wretched experience seeing as I am fairly close to my Christmas vacation. How's that for justification?
So I sat around at the courthouse forever, but that's another story. The point is, I got to read about 100 lovely pages of Twilight before coming home and working on a project that I hope to post/brag about later.
So the doorbell rings and I leave my sewing to answer the door, and who happens to be standing there? Of course. The person who wants my books. I know I'm wicked, but I actually, for a split second, considered giving an excuse as to why they could not borrow them right now. (I can't believe I'm admitting that) But I took them from the shelf and my purse, pulled my bookmark from the pages, and passed all three books into a pair of very eager hands. It was worth it though, because they went to someone who has not yet experienced the joy of reading them.
It's not really that big of a deal because I can just borrow my sister's, but isn't life ironic? The very day that I officially give up on this person coming and begin reading, they show up.

Rainy Days

Is there anything better than rainy days?
I'm sitting at my desk right now watching the most amazing storm gather outside my window.
I wish I had my camera because there is no way to describe the way the dark clouds look as they move across the sky.
I would give basically anything to not be stuck inside at my desk right now.

I've never understood people who complain about rain. I love it. I think it's so amazing, it makes me happy.
I love the smell, the sound of the drops hitting the pavement, and the hazy picture of the world seen through the drops.

Okay, so the middle picture doesn't have much of anything to do with rain besides the umbrella, but I really like that picture.

I love this picture. I'm not entirely sure why. I think it's because it reminds me of a poem that my Grandma taught me when I was really little:

The rain is raining all around,
it falls on field and tree.
It rains on the umbrellas here,
and on the ships at sea.

-Robert Louis Stevenson



Random? I know.