Thirteen

I look through my blog and I think, I'm a better writer than this. But what if i'm not? I think I was at some point or another? I read my book and if i'm still entertained by it after what could be the hundredth time of reading it, then it must be good. Where is that skill now? Why is it so different to sit down and write a whole novel than it is to write a short segment about whatever I feel like? I think I'm feeling too many things right now, none of which could interest someone reading this blog. The reader would be left confused. I'm not even sure I can wrap my head around all the things going on anyway. I used to have a lot more time to sit back and think about concepts, metaphors, and ideas. Now everything seems so generic. I feel like I'm thirteen again, talking to my best friend on the phone because that's what girls did back then before the age of texting. The conversation would get slow and we'd end up narrating everything we're doing. "I'm writing my blog right now. There is a picture of the Jonas Brothers in the hallway. They are staring at me." Then she would say something like, "I don't have a blog. The Jonas Brothers are not staring at me. I'm watching TV." Then I would say, "What are you watching?", and she wouldn't reply because she would've fallen asleep by that point. That's about the excitement level of this blog. I used to be able to pull anything out for english assignments. Maybe I need a structure. If any of you actually read this thing and want me to write on a topic. Name it and I'll write about it. Just comment on this post and I'll write on that topic. Then maybe no one will die of boredom.

It's official

It's official. I'm pretty much the worst blogger in the whole world. I've posted three things. All of which were not all that interesting. Hm, what to bore you with now? I finally got to reading Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I understand why so many people gave it such good ratings now. I must be the last person to read it, but I was one of the last to read Twilight and look how that worked out. I'm not a big fan of the Twilight series. How many times must Stephanie Myer tell us that Bella is clumsy? We Get It. Books are for educated people. The object of writing is not to dumb every concept down and repeat it to death. Hunger Games was written very well and that's what made it so great. I was hooked on the first page instead of rolling my eyes through it like so many pages of Twilight. Hunger Games is a well written, well thought out novel. Twilight hangs off of it's simple idea which could be told in about fifty pages if it weren't for all the pointless self created drama. Hunger Games has me biting my nails in fear. Twilight has me biting my nails in hopes that the plot might actually continue on at some point. The discriptions and back story in Hunger Games adds to the excitement and characters and builds throughout the novel. By the end of Twilight I have no curiosity about the supposedly complicated mind of Bella. Her character is simple and overdramatized. Katniss in Hunger Games is a complex character that leaves me wondering and hanging on what she will choose and what she is really thinking and feeling. She is a mystery. Bella wants Edward. We Get It. Katniss wants to survive, but accepts the idea of death. She is willing to die instead of her sister and the boy she doesn't love as far as she or the reader knows. She has several different wants and needs and changes throughout the story. Bella's only twist is when she might want Jacob. Basically, Hunger Games is so much better than Twilight,