An unexpected party

"Gandalf, dwarves and Mr Baggins! WE are met together in the house of our friend and fellow conspirator, this most excellent and audacious hobbit - may the hair on his toes never fall out! All praise to his wine and ale!" He paused for breath and for a polite remark from the hobbit, but the compliments were quite lost on pour Bilbo Baggins, who was wagging his mouth in protest at being called audacious and worst of all fellow conspirator, though no noise came out, he was so flummoxed.

 

Tolkien obviously knew what he was writing about, those dwarves would have been an unexpected party for anyone! Pour little Bilbo didn't realize how much Tolkien thought he really needed to get out of the house and go on an adventure. I personally think Bilbo made the right decision following the dwarves. How would Tolkien have been able to complete the ring trilogy if Bilbo hadn't?

One day, I hope I am fortunate enough to meet Mr Baggins, assuming he's still alive. He seems to be keeping his life more of a secret nowadays. He's probably so tired after that unexpected journey with those unexpected guests. Good thing he's a trooper!

 

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Beauty in it's purest form

Wherever you are right now, stop for a minute. Move to the nearest window. What do you see?
Is the sun shining in on you?
Is there a tree in the distance? Or a body of water?
Do you feel the breeze moving in through the open window?
Maybe it's snowing, or raining and the weather isn't "nice" but beautiful in it's own way.
That's beauty in it's purest form.
After the bombings in Boston the past week, I noticed a lot of people writing things on twitter like "I hate the world". Now look out the window again. Is it the world we should be concerned about or the people who live in it?

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Rainy Thursday

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

 - Charles Dickens

 

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Peanut Butter M&Ms

It has been almost 8 months now. I still haven't found a way to successfully transfer sliced bread from the store to my little home without it getting squashed. Mother, you are a genius.
In other news, last night I got a visit from some of my fellow rez people. I was just sitting in my room reading when I heard the knocked at the door. Book in hand, I strutted to the door and opened it to find three people, two plates of cookies, and a jar of inspirational quotes. I got so distracted by the cookies that I closed my book without putting the bookmark back in! These people are so sneaky. Never underestimate people with free cookies.

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Les Miserable, though I think I may have already written about this.

Here's the scoop.

I love Les Mis.

Not just "That movie's awesome!", but "I've already watched that movie three times this week, and I can easily sing along to all the songs." I may or may not do so rather loudly.

Sometimes I wonder what the people who live down my hall think about me. To bad they don't know how very awesome I am. If they did, they'd be jealous of my closest confidants.

Watch Les Mis or I'll come to your house and force you to. Then we can read the novel together, I have yet to do that. It's on my book list, don't worry.
Let's give a big thanks to Moma for being ever so kind and purchasing a copy of Les Mis for my own viewing pleasure. She knows me so well!

 

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EMMA

There comes a time in ones life when they realize that they should feel more privileged then a cat with a string because of a person who has entered their life.

It is not easy, nor should it be, to immediately be friends with someone who you have just met. However, I have found that although Emma and I have not spent an immense amount of time together we are already besties for the resties.

I know you all probably can't comprehend the idea of a relationship so awesome because of its rarity. Have no fear, you may some day find an Emma for yourself, just keep the faith.

As if the mere presence of Emma weren't enough, she's reading the same books as I am right now, this quite nicely results in discussions of the storyline and characters. I also find it quite helpful that Emma likes to watch movies and television shows. You have to keep the conversation rolling somehow and The Walking Dead is a wonderful topic to fall upon.

Although she may feel the need to put on her face some days (though I really don't think she needs it), and is a hairy berry every now and then (aren't we all), she is still lovable in her very own unique way. Life without Emma would be a sad affair that is not wished upon anyone in near sight.

Thank you Emma, for your presence, it is much welcome.

 

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