At least I managed to read one non-assigned book this week.
Fantasy Lover was brilliant, right up until the heroine seemed to become someone else at the end. Still, can’t wait to start my next book by Kenyon.
Nothing.
That’s right, I didn’t finish a single book this week. I hate when all my reading is school related.
There are more books I should have finished this week, but it’s hard for me to finish books I’ve read previously, especially when they are assigned, and I’ve got more books to read. So a romance detour it was this week. If you can call two books a detour.
There are more books I should have finished this week, but it’s hard for me to finish books I’ve read previously, especially when they are assigned, and I’ve got more books to read. So a romance detour it was this week. If you can call two books a detour.
As it turns out, I’m in a fight with my digital camera.
I didn’t know I was, not until last night when I went to finally upload to flickr the photos that I had added to iPhoto last week. That’s when I noticed a whole slew of photos that didn’t make the transfer.
I know a lot of people would blame the computer before the camera, but it had been acting funky beforehand, and not transferring photos seems like a natural progression from not showing them to me on the view screen. I think I had one corrupt photo that kept the ones after it from transferring.
I only noticed, though, when I was looking for a picture of my new friend Alturas (not her real name, but her hometown), and it wasn’t there. Neither was the picture of ME making paper with our teacher in the background. I could have sworn I saw them get transfered, but they are no where to be found.
Now I have to attempt to get another photo of ME, when she’s so camera shy. I’m sure I can get Alturas to pose, as long as it’s a group photo. And the teacher? Well, he wasn’t worth it anyways, trust me.
Maybe the camera is jealous that I haven’t spent much time with it since the semester started. I’ve been neglecting all of my electronics, really, and must rectify the situation immediately.
– “This is How I Disappear,” The Black Parade: My Chemical Romance
As it turns out, I’m in a fight with my digital camera.
I didn’t know I was, not until last night when I went to finally upload to flickr the photos that I had added to iPhoto last week. That’s when I noticed a whole slew of photos that didn’t make the transfer.
I know a lot of people would blame the computer before the camera, but it had been acting funky beforehand, and not transferring photos seems like a natural progression from not showing them to me on the view screen. I think I had one corrupt photo that kept the ones after it from transferring.
I only noticed, though, when I was looking for a picture of my new friend Alturas (not her real name, but her hometown), and it wasn’t there. Neither was the picture of ME making paper with our teacher in the background. I could have sworn I saw them get transfered, but they are no where to be found.
Now I have to attempt to get another photo of ME, when she’s so camera shy. I’m sure I can get Alturas to pose, as long as it’s a group photo. And the teacher? Well, he wasn’t worth it anyways, trust me.
Maybe the camera is jealous that I haven’t spent much time with it since the semester started. I’ve been neglecting all of my electronics, really, and must rectify the situation immediately.
– “This is How I Disappear,” The Black Parade: My Chemical Romance
The best part about this week’s reading is that the bookstore put out Betrayed about a week early. I’m loving this series, and can’t wait until the next book comes out.
I’m not a super big fan of reading plays, but the adaptation of East Lynne totally beat out having to read a gigantic book for Victorian Lit.
The best part about this week’s reading is that the bookstore put out Betrayed about a week early. I’m loving this series, and can’t wait until the next book comes out.
I’m not a super big fan of reading plays, but the adaptation of East Lynne totally beat out having to read a gigantic book for Victorian Lit.
I love when romance authors have names that sound like they should be porn stars.
Spellbound is the last of the re-issued Tiernan novels for now. Just have to wait for the final eight to be released, or hope the library has them, because I so want to read the rest of the story.
