BAM

               So I have been in a bit of a pickle lately. My life has been crazy, as you can see, and in the past the way I deal with Crazy is usually with a good book, comfort food, and being alone. I don't know, I am a huge people person but when it gets really stressful I just need a get away. Now usually this means I find myself in the nearest Barnes and Noble, BAM,  and Immerse myself with the beautiful books. At this point sometimes even Target or Walmart. Since I was born (it feels like) I have been surrounded by books, From my ever wonderful granny who read to me the greats:

Briar Rabbit, 

The Hobbit, LOTR

All the classics.

          To my Aunt Laura, who provided a million and one books in her house, they literally surrounded my room and to my horror today, most where cliche horse books such as

Thoroughbred

Heartland

Saddle Club

Pine Hollow

       To my Aunt Cheryl, who worked in the library and lovingly kept me up to date with my "cool" books. So many Countless ones. And last but not least, My mother who supplied my need for books, mostly because I owed every library in the tri-region over 30 dollars for lost books and I now had to buy from the bookstore. There is only so much your aunt can do before you just get banned from the library. 

      Sooooooo... back to my story about the pickle... I have been in a funk where I don't want to read. Now for me to say that is like saying Gandhi wanted to kill people and the Kardashian's don't believe tanning beds.

NOT POSSIBLE 

      It has been since Christmas, It was like my world stopped and I was alone. Narcisistically It felt like every good book had been consumed by me and I would never again find a book that I would love. Yes, I was being a little over dramatic buuuutttt lets just be real, I was a walking zombie who didn't care for anything. I would pick up a book and barely look at it. I questioned my life, I became this moody depressed kid who ate all the chocolate and sat watching Desperate Housewives with Megan. it was pathetic.

          Till my friend gave me a book, "Such A Pretty Girl" ( you should all read it!) I became obsessed, stayed up till 5 reading it. -Not a pretty sight, curled up with my lamp, pacing the house at 3, eating all the chips in the house and getting them all over my bed, finally waking up with crumbs and the book plastered to my face in the morning... not my best or brightest morning. and now I am back, unfortunately that means I have been in BAM all day curled up in their extremely uncomfortable chairs reading "Divergent" and drinking tea. Yes, I am that girl that you awkwardly pass by when trying to buy a calender. inside she feels like she looks nonchalant and kinda hipster, on the outside she looks like one of those Star Wars Freaks or even Worse Harry Potter fans.( bahahahahaha its okay I am one of them and I will let you decide which) Combined with being a College kid and no money, I have to drive myself to this bookstore and read there because I can't make that 15 dollar purchase. It hurts. 

               Needless to say, with me being out of my "Pickle" my roomies and me have been my happier and I feel completely whole again...