I Hunger For You

I’ll tell you why I love blog land.

I’ve met people.

I’ve met people that there is no way I EVER would have met had I not picked up this computer and jumped head first into the land of blogging. All different kinds of people. I’m lucky to be married to a man who actually tries to keep names straight….and I drop some weird ass names…because it’s never just the first name…it’s the first name, followed by the blog name, and accompanied with a brief description of their blog.

If I say “Angie, from Seven Clown Circus with the red hair and twins” left a funny comment, Pat will be all “is that the crackwhore??” and I’ll be all, “no that’s Heather from Mindless Junque with the short funky hair, but also with twins.”

I think he’s starting to get it.

The best part of it all is that you all are SO nice to me. I love that the only way I can really disappoint you is if I forget to email you back. You’re not gonna get mad at me for bailing on dinner plans because I want to stay home in my sweats (which by the way should never be paired with blazers or sweater sets FYI).

You’re not going to get annoyed with me when I turn around and buy the hoodie you’re wearing because I think it’s super cute. You’re not going to roll your eyes every time I show up at your house wearing the same hoodie as you and then look at you like, “what???”. You don’t care if I flip the channels a bunch and watch nothing but scripted reality shows. You’re not interested in how clean my house is. And you don’t yell at me when I slip and tell everyone your big secret. Again.

You don’t care about ANY of that stuff because you’re all in THERE *knock knock*…inside my computer.

Helllooooooo!?!?

I love it.

I get all of my emotional charges from you now. I’m currently convincing myself that I don’t actually EVER have to leave my house as long as I have a computer and internet access…and a camera…okay and a phone (for emergencies)…and maybe a pizza, or three.

So where is all this coming from? I’ll tell you where.

The Hunger Games.

I’m hooked.

It’s not the kind of book I normally read. In fact, I was not super excited about getting into this one because I read Twilight and I was not in love. I was hoping to become yet another grown ass woman swooning over fictitious vampires, but finished it feeling a little less than turned on.

Edward?

Eh.

Yeah I said it.

However, Lula refused to give up on me. I expressed a sliver of interest in reading The Hunger Games on Twitter and faster than you can say Edward Can Suck It, Lula (being the nice, caring blog friend she is) was emailing me for my address.

I felt kind of bad accepting the book from her, #1 because I wasn’t sure I’d like it…and #2 well really just the one reason.

But I’ve met Lula…

…and I’ve conversed with her enough times to know that she’s not the kind of girl that’s going to take no for an answer. So I gave her my address. And guess what showed up on my doorstep LESS THAN TWO DAYS LATER.

The Hunger Games.

AND it’s sequel…Catching Fire.

Hardcover.

It takes place in a post apocalypse America when everyone is struggling to survive and there are all kinds of rules and regulations to keep people people subdued and discourage any kind of uprising. Basically two people from twelve different territories are selected to fight to the death on some kind of reality television show. The main character is horrified when her little sister’s name is called and she sacrifices herself to go in her little sister’s place instead!

And now I can’t put it down. Will the main character (a 16 year old girl) kill off 23 other people and win the hunger games? How could she possibly? But she must, right?? I mean how else can the book end? She can’t just die. I must find out.

And I actually have no idea now how it is I started a post by talking about how much I love you guys and am now ending it by telling you I’m hooked on The Hunger Games.

What happened here?

The beauty of it all is that you don’t care…you’ll love me through my poorly written posts. And you’ll love me even though I’m not thoughtful (or rich) enough to send you all a copy of The Hunger Games.

Sorry folks. You gotta go to Lulaville for that one!

And Lula?? My diamond collection is looking a little sparse.

And by “sparse” I mean “non existent”.

Just sayin.