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Well, I started reading Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice Saturday. While I love the plot, the language is fairly easy after reading the Bronte sisters. Just sayin'. The weather is fairly warm, rainy, but warm. Of course that's going to change at some point tonight and turn into cold, snowy, but cold :( I am out right sick of this snow. but what can I do? I am going on a diet...more to follow later. Gotta get back to my resume, I'm applying for a new job....so keep all your virtual thumbs out there crossed :) Mandy

Rats among us...

It appears that one, or all of my sisters have been reading my blog. Which sister(s) it is, I do not know, but that would be how my mother knew I had been to Ottawa for a day. I would like to say to all my non-related readers, if you feel the need to spy on your relatives, don't. chances are, they're not doing anything "spy worthy" anyways, and probably just value their own privacy a little too much. I realize this is an entirely public blog, however...To my sisters: if you have been reading this, why not bother commenting when I ask for some feedback? because you are snooping into what you think i feel is my own private outlet. well, thank you. I will no longer use this blog as i have been, simply because you decided you needed to be nosey and couldn't mind your own business. I was angry (which you should have picked up from the blog i wrote about it) that you opened my mail. Not only is that entirely too intrusive, it's also illegal. I love you my seesters, but you need to learn to honor my privacy. I have a feeling it's Desi, which in that case, I am highly disappointed in you. If i felt the need to tell you something, or the need to leave something be, it's to my own discretion. Instead, you have the nerve, nay, the audacity to read my blog, and then run home and tell mum and dad everything. I have nothing to hide, I simply have nothing to tell either. When i do feel something is noteworthy, I will tell the family, in my own time and way. At any rate, you non-related readers will probably not miss my random rants and incredibly long posts. I however shall miss writing them, but as there is no place I can "go" to feel "heard" without having to worry about my family always reading it, this will be the last post of my usual kind. Orvoir to the freedom of total anonymity... Mandy

Ottawa...

So, I spent a day in Ottawa. I don't know how to write what I'm feeling...which is a first for me. I am very, very happy. On cloud 9 for sure. we shall see, we shall see. anyways, getting ready for work. miss my friends. my family. I shall see them this week though, so it's all good! guess that's all for now folks. Mandy

Twitterpated...with a season?!?!

Happy First Day of Spring!!!
The weather forecast for this area for the week: snow showers :(
however, I see buds on the trees, flowers popping up, grass turning green. The hint of rain is in the air, both in feeling and in smell. The world smells cleaner and new. One of the many reasons I love this season. If only Spring, Summer, and Fall could last as long as this winter has felt, I'd be a happy, happy girl. (This winter was cold and damp, and starting around Thanksgiving. Our first actual snowfall was on December 1, 2010 and it snowed every day for over a month.)
I am ready for Spring. Ready to help put in a garden. Ready to spring clean my house (I've already started). Ready to sit out on my parents' patio, or even on my steps and soak in the sun. Ready to walk in this small crummy city, and especially in my own little neighborhood.
I am in love with the warm undertones the wind is carrying with it. I am in love with the blue, blue sky, and the green, very green grass. I am in love with the sound of cicadas and frogs as they call to their mates. I am in love with opening my windows at home, and let the fresh air replace the stale stuff from winter. I am in love with Spring this year.
AAAAAAH
ok. i'm done now!
Off to talk to some boy ;)

Jane Eyre: Charlotte Bronte.

I figured since my last post couldn't really count as a book review (although I did mention it) I would do a proper criticism on this acclaimed piece.
Charlotte Bronte was simply brilliant. She, as an author, is an inspiration to all. Especially those who have found their calling in the form of pen and paper.
I found this book thrilling. Its many twists and turns not only leave the reader inquisitive enough to read further, but guessing until the end. It is not intended to be a mystery. Which is why it's such a precocious read.
The heartache and joy felt by the reader in empathy with the heroine are physical reminders that words can cut to the quick, can be as descriptive and able to bring us full knowledge and feeling of any such person. Jane is not only a likeable character, she is, by far, a friend to any reader who has ever felt so misunderstood as to feel injustice per misunderstanding.
As a teen age girl, I didn't care for this style of writing for I felt it unecessary to include the look and touch and smell and taste of everything but having gone a considerable amount of time without using my TV (even if just for movies. I do not have an HD box and am not buying that nor cable and therefore do not have any channels whatsoever), I now fully appreciate that fact.
For this reason, I want to say: "thank you sincerely Miss Bronte, for having described it all that I might feel I have been to Thornfield Hall myself".

Ok, now off to facebooking I go! :)