Last week (actually, exactly 9 days ago), I was finally able to get my hands on a copy of Divergent by Veronica Roth. If you've never read this book or the series at all, get out of here.
Okay, now come back.
Really, you're very lucky because I have been constantly attacked by FEELS (feelings, for those of you who do not kill countless brain cells on Tumblr) these past days. I read Divergent in 7 hours last Friday and I now have about 100 pages left of Insurgent. Wow. I. CAN'T. TAKE. IT. I never thought anyone could be as cute as Lucy and Ricky/Lucy and Desi. And then I found Nick and Nora Charles and they almost were. And then there's Juliet and Shawn/Maggie and James. Do you know how many FEELS that is? On top of it all, I now have Fourtris (the main ship for the Divergent trilogy) to cut my heart in half. And Insurgent is NOT. HELPING.
In other news, reading Veronica Roth's blog is "inspiring" me to write. So instead of paying attention in Algebra like I should tomorrow, I will write. Because that's what I do. Because that's how that little bump on my right ring finger came about. That's right. While normal people (or maybe that's just Jo March) have ink or lead or something on their hands, I have a bump. No, it's not a wart. I don't get warts. I've had this thing for YEARS. See, when I write, I hold my utensil with my thumb, pointer, and middle fingers and rest it on the side of my ring finger. Now maybe a normal person would not have a problem with this. But I write fast and I write hard. The utensil pushes up against my ring finger, thus creating my little writing bump.
And that is my main writer's trademark.
Plus, has anyone ever (at least slightly) studied handwriting analysis? I find it so fascinating. I always like looking at my handwriting and how I form letters and words.
Cool picture of the day:
(Taken from judyforever)~B.
(P.S. And, yes. I am now trying out the first initial sign off thing. I need a change in my name life. You can't really get many nicknames from Bailey, and, though I've recently been contemplating Bai, that name has long been strictly reserved to cousins and other family members. And even then I hardly ever liked it.)