Random Ramblings

I don’t like to not finish books I start to read.  (That was the most awkward sentence ever.)  I’ve only not finished two books on purpose because they were a little too risqué for my taste.  And, I’ve only not finished reading one book before–The Hobbit–which is no longer the case.  Now, I have to add one more to my list of not finished–The Clockwork Three by Matthew J. Kirby.  I got the chance to read an ARC.  But, because the book is on a blog tour, I could only keep it for two weeks and my time is up so I must pass it on to give other bloggers on the list a chance to read it as well.  (Unfortunately, I’m only 100 pages into it because I just didn’t have the time to dedicate to reading it.)  Luckily, it releases on Friday and I just ordered it on Amazon so I can finish it as I have the time!


I really hate phlebotomists.  But, this hate has only come on recently.  Until about three months ago, I’d only have to be poked once.  However, oddly or coincidentally, I’ve had to be poked multiple times ever since I started giving blood.  For some reason, my veins just don’t want to bleed. Or, if they do bleed, they only bleed for a second before my blood starts to clot. However, there’s one vein in my left arm (since this started happening) that seems to be immune to the non-bleeding-ness that my other veins suffer from.  And, because it’s the only vein that seems to want to bleed, I think it will be bruised for the rest of my life because just as the bruise is healing, I need to have my blood drawn again and it gets bruised all over again.  Even with this perpetual bruise, I’m going to insist that any future phlebotomists I go to use this vein with a butterfly needle (my last phlebotomist told me to request this type of needle) so I don’t have to be poked more than once anymore.

You’d think that while I was having iron infusions (my last one was on Thursday), the nurses would’ve had a hard time getting an IV started.  Nope.  Most of the time, I didn’t even feel like I’d been poked.  Maybe, I should see if they can draw my blood from now on.


I took my first test of the semester last week.  It was for my Spanish class.  I got my score back today and I only got 161/200 or an 81%. Most of the questions I got wrong were because I made stupid mistakes (forgetting an el or la, accidentally conjugating a verb wrong when I knew I needed to conjugate it a certain way, etc.).  However, there are a few things that I’ve always had trouble with–imperfect tense vs. preterit tense, ser vs. estar, por vs. para, and direct/indirect objects.  No matter how hard I study, I never quite get it to the point where I can confidently say I understand the differences.  90% of the time I do okay, but it’s that 10% that always trips me up.  Now, I’m thinking that what I thought would be an easy A may actually break my perfect record since going back to school.

Project 365: Week 25

Here are the pictures for last week. I captured some things that I really like.  In fact, the star picture is one of my favorites.

September 19: This is a picture of the leaves of my plant George Henry. I’ve had him for ten years and he has grown from a little plant with only a few sprouts of leaves to a very large plant with many leaves and bark forming on his stems. I hope to have him for at least another ten years. September 20: I was trying to figure out what to take a picture of when I say this star in the dirt. At first, because I wasn’t looking at it closely enough, I thought it was just garbage and I was going to try to do something interesting with it. When I looked closer, I realized all I had to do was point and click.
September 21: I thought taking a picture of my new workout shoes from this angle would be fun. September 22: I just liked the way this picture turned out with the lighting, angle, and composition.
September 23: I’ve seen these flowers all over BYU’s campus, but they’re always in spots I can’t get to. The other day, I noticed that some were outside my work. September 24: This box is still being used as a toy by my cats. Cassie likes to hide in it with the lid on him while Dax likes to play with the coins Corey put in there for her.

Friday’s Fab Five

Here are this week’s questions:

  1. What is your favorite 50s song?
  2. What is your favorite country song?
  3. What is your favorite 80s Song?
  4. What is your favorite pop rock song?
  5. What is your favorite song performed on Glee?

Here are my answers:

  1. I’m not really a 50s fan so I don’t have any favorites.
  2. I think country should suffer a slow, painful death.  But, I do like “Good-bye Says it All” by Blackhawk (because of the harmony). But, I have to be in the mood to listen to it, which is very rare.
  3. “Walk Like an Egyptian” by The Bangles
  4. Like I said last week, “Poker Face” by Lady Gaga (or pretty much any song by Lady Gaga).
  5. I’ve only seen one full episode and a few clips.  However, my favorite so far that I’ve heard has been “Dream On” sung by Neil Patrick Harris and Matthew Morrison.

Meme Rules

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I’m probably the least likely candidate to post something about this as I haven’t had the chance to read Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson yet.  It has been on my to read list for a while, and because of this controversy I’m about to talk about, it will be moved near the top of my list.

Dr. Scroggins, a professor at Missouri State University, wrote an article asking that the high schools in his area ban Speak because he believes this book is soft porn.  Now, because I haven’t read Speak, I cannot say whether the images described in this book are soft porn or not.  However, my gut feeling tells me they are not.  Rape is a very sensitive subject, and I can understand why some people are hesitant to read about it.  However, I also think that sometimes things need to be shown in their graphic nature (e.g. Schindler’s List) so that those who haven’t experienced what is being described can understand (even if it that understanding is infinitesimal compared to the understanding of someone who has experienced it).

Not only is Speak about the journey of a rape victim who learns to take her life back by dealing with her rape, it is also about that victim having a voice and learning to speak up about her attack.  I have been sexually assaulted (you can read my story, but please be respectful to my family), and like me, anyone who has knows the only way to come off as conqueror is to speak up about their experience and not let the perpetrator go away unscathed.  Victims should not feel that they are doing something wrong by speaking up about their attack, or by taking back the control that was ripped from them during their attack.  Victims need to be able to talk about what happened to them so that they can heal from their experience.  Victims need to know they aren’t the only ones who have experienced the heartache they’re feeling; they need to know they aren’t alone.  And, if Speak does or can do that, then it’s worth reading.

There is a possibility when I read Speak that I will not like it.  However, no matter what my opinion ends up being, I do not believe it, or any other book for that matter, should be banned.  Yes, there are a lot of smutty and raunchy books out there that I will not read.  However, I have no right to keep someone else from reading those books.  Everyone needs to make their own decision as to what types of books they deem are worthy to be read.

In the case of children, I do believe that parents have the right to limit the books they want their own children to read.  However, I don’t believe that any parent, professor, or government official has the right to decide what another person’s child should be allowed to read.

In my opinion, controversial topics are a chance for parents to teach their children, to help them understand the atrocities in this life, and most importantly, to more fully appreciate the beauty and love this life can offer.  You cannot appreciate the good without knowing the bad, and you cannot always shelter your children against the atrocities of this world.  Isn’t it better to arm your children with the skills and coping mechanisms needed to deal with these atrocities instead of hoping they’ll be able to figure it out on their own when they’re older or when they encounter them?  I sure wish my parents would have taught me how to deal with my assault instead of always shying away from the bad things as if they didn’t exist.  The last 18 years have been a very long, and ofttimes rocky, road to understanding, forgiveness, and healing.  Banning books deprives parents and children of these opportunities to arm them with the knowledge they need to get through this life as unscathed as possible!

Even if you haven’t read Speak like me, speak up and support Laurie Halse Anderson and do not let her book be banned!  Spread the word that banning books is wrong and banning Speak is harmful.  Here are a few places to start: