I miss having time--or maybe it's just the concept of time--to read.
Reading is what calms me and centers me before bed.
I learn, I laugh, I relax, I leave my world.
Books allow me to escape.
And lately I've been a little short on time.
So of course I need to escape more than ever.
There are just so many things I feel I must do right now.
Grades to worry about, sleep to get, writing to do, friends to talk to.
All good things. (Mostly.)
But they take so much time. At the end of the day I'm left feeling frazzled and needing sleep.
And to sleep I need to read.
But to read, I need time, which would be time I'm not sleeping.
I feel like whatever I choose, I'm stuck.
Stuck feeling tired and worried and stressed and without an escape.
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Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Friday, July 15, 2011
The End
The doorbell rings.
I jam my hat onto hopefully-presentable hair and adjust my glasses one last time. Bag slung over my shoulder, I walk quickly to the door.
I fumble with the lock for a moment, able to see her face beyond the door, before it finally releases. I wrap my arms around her in a big hug, careful not to poke her with my hat or glasses. I don't want to think about how long it's been.
We both step back, and she makes introductions between me, her boyfriend, and my parents. There are a few sentences of small talk exchanged before my parents wish us well, and we leave.
I hold my hat; my glasses and cloak are stuffed in my bag as we walk to the entrance. No one questions our tickets, but direct us through lines of caution tape to join the waiters.
It's 5:45 PM, only six hours and 17 minutes to go.
The tile is cold and hard, but then the Boyfriend remembers he has a sleeping bag in his car. So that's what boyfriends are for!
Marginally more comfortable, we kick off our shoes, prepared to wait.
I do my best to not look at the time every five minutes; I know it will just make the wait that much longer. We play Harry Potter Uno and I can't keep track of the direction we're supposed to be going.
A man in a Gryffindor scarf yells at us to stand up, so the whole line dutifully picks up their stuff that has magically expanded in the last hour and walks forward through the maze. After five minutes of standing, it is apparent that is all the movement we will get for a while, so the sleeping bag is set back down, shoes are kicked off, cards are reshuffled, and the time is checked.
Another round of Uno is played. The Friend and Boyfriend have a pretzel and pizza, while I attempt to read my book. People are talking loudly, and it seems that with each new person that joins the line, everyone feels the need to increase their volume level.
A quiet couple are behind us.
In front of us we see friends from school. The Friend and Boyfriend know the people who camped out last night in front of the theater and have now claimed the coveted first spot in line.
I see a golden snitch, and a Platform nine and three quarters. A few Bellatrixes, a Snape, multiple witches and wizards. My hat and glasses have long since been discarded, in the hope of becoming slightly more comfortable.
Our new spot is next to a wall, which is lovely to lean against, at least in theory. But my back doesn't seem to think it's much better.
I make my way through several rows of people, and stand in line to buy a four dollar coffee. I need all the caffeine I can get.
By the time I get back, it appears we're going to move again. Anything for a change of scenery. And it's only 8 PM. I don't want to think about the next four hours.
We end up on carpet this time, but by butt is already numb and can't really tell the difference. My knees are complains loudly, whether curled up or out straight. My back is long gone, and my hips are starting to ache. I'm trying really hard not to think about all this.
The Boyfriend comes back, disgusted with the new policy of no free refills. I read a few more pages. We discuss the movie.
We sit. We wait.
Finally, we stand again. Four friends come and join us. People are surprisingly fine with people joining the line. I'm just a little put out that they get such a good spot, only because we've been waiting for the past three hours. I go to the bathroom, again. When I come back, the hall is empty, quiet. It's nice for about two seconds, but then I realize I'm going to have to find my group in the theater, and I don't have my cell phone.
I find them. After freaking out only a little.
We sit. At least I'm semi-comfortable now. We wait. We cheer every hour, as 12:02 creeps closer and closer.
We talk. I entertain the idea of dozing off, but it's not going to happen. This had better be a really good movie.
The lights dim. A cheer that makes my head hurt rises up from the hundreds of people in our theater. I add to the noise, clapping and cheering.
The music begins. We quiet down. And wait for the magic.
I jam my hat onto hopefully-presentable hair and adjust my glasses one last time. Bag slung over my shoulder, I walk quickly to the door.
I fumble with the lock for a moment, able to see her face beyond the door, before it finally releases. I wrap my arms around her in a big hug, careful not to poke her with my hat or glasses. I don't want to think about how long it's been.
We both step back, and she makes introductions between me, her boyfriend, and my parents. There are a few sentences of small talk exchanged before my parents wish us well, and we leave.
I hold my hat; my glasses and cloak are stuffed in my bag as we walk to the entrance. No one questions our tickets, but direct us through lines of caution tape to join the waiters.
It's 5:45 PM, only six hours and 17 minutes to go.
The tile is cold and hard, but then the Boyfriend remembers he has a sleeping bag in his car. So that's what boyfriends are for!
Marginally more comfortable, we kick off our shoes, prepared to wait.
I do my best to not look at the time every five minutes; I know it will just make the wait that much longer. We play Harry Potter Uno and I can't keep track of the direction we're supposed to be going.
A man in a Gryffindor scarf yells at us to stand up, so the whole line dutifully picks up their stuff that has magically expanded in the last hour and walks forward through the maze. After five minutes of standing, it is apparent that is all the movement we will get for a while, so the sleeping bag is set back down, shoes are kicked off, cards are reshuffled, and the time is checked.
Another round of Uno is played. The Friend and Boyfriend have a pretzel and pizza, while I attempt to read my book. People are talking loudly, and it seems that with each new person that joins the line, everyone feels the need to increase their volume level.
A quiet couple are behind us.
In front of us we see friends from school. The Friend and Boyfriend know the people who camped out last night in front of the theater and have now claimed the coveted first spot in line.
I see a golden snitch, and a Platform nine and three quarters. A few Bellatrixes, a Snape, multiple witches and wizards. My hat and glasses have long since been discarded, in the hope of becoming slightly more comfortable.
Our new spot is next to a wall, which is lovely to lean against, at least in theory. But my back doesn't seem to think it's much better.
I make my way through several rows of people, and stand in line to buy a four dollar coffee. I need all the caffeine I can get.
By the time I get back, it appears we're going to move again. Anything for a change of scenery. And it's only 8 PM. I don't want to think about the next four hours.
We end up on carpet this time, but by butt is already numb and can't really tell the difference. My knees are complains loudly, whether curled up or out straight. My back is long gone, and my hips are starting to ache. I'm trying really hard not to think about all this.
The Boyfriend comes back, disgusted with the new policy of no free refills. I read a few more pages. We discuss the movie.
We sit. We wait.
Finally, we stand again. Four friends come and join us. People are surprisingly fine with people joining the line. I'm just a little put out that they get such a good spot, only because we've been waiting for the past three hours. I go to the bathroom, again. When I come back, the hall is empty, quiet. It's nice for about two seconds, but then I realize I'm going to have to find my group in the theater, and I don't have my cell phone.
I find them. After freaking out only a little.
We sit. At least I'm semi-comfortable now. We wait. We cheer every hour, as 12:02 creeps closer and closer.
We talk. I entertain the idea of dozing off, but it's not going to happen. This had better be a really good movie.
The lights dim. A cheer that makes my head hurt rises up from the hundreds of people in our theater. I add to the noise, clapping and cheering.
The music begins. We quiet down. And wait for the magic.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
The Beginning
The young girl, let's call her Tailynn, stretches out on the bed. It's not the most comfortable bed in the world; it's one of those pull-out couches that you only tolerate when you're visiting family. It is barely big enough for both her mom and her own growing frame.
Her mom stretches out beside her, and they both kick their feet up, relaxed. Tailynn's grandparents are taking their afternoon nap, and have left Tailynn and her mom to entertain themselves for a few hours.
Caren opens the brand new book. Purchased in the airport, it was double the regular price, but it was something she felt she would need to keep Tailynn entertained.
The spine cracks in a satisfying way, signifying that it is ready to share the story it holds within it.
Caren clears her throat, and begins, "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much..."
Her mom stretches out beside her, and they both kick their feet up, relaxed. Tailynn's grandparents are taking their afternoon nap, and have left Tailynn and her mom to entertain themselves for a few hours.
Caren opens the brand new book. Purchased in the airport, it was double the regular price, but it was something she felt she would need to keep Tailynn entertained.
The spine cracks in a satisfying way, signifying that it is ready to share the story it holds within it.
Caren clears her throat, and begins, "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much..."
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
My Book Theory
I have a theory, about books. It goes something like: for every above-average, teeth-sinking-into-worthy book you read, you will find another seven far below-average books, at least three of which you will read because they are the kind of bad book you need to read so you know what happens, even though you know it's going to be bad.
I'm not sure how this theory applies to good, well-written, but sad books. Because they are sneaky and finagled their way into two categories in my book theory.
I need another book theory.
I also need some good books. Suggestions?
I'm not sure how this theory applies to good, well-written, but sad books. Because they are sneaky and finagled their way into two categories in my book theory.
I need another book theory.
I also need some good books. Suggestions?
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Random Tuesday Thoughts: Sage Advice
I'm really enjoying my history class this year. Which is sort of a first for me. It's actually Constitutional and Criminal Law. In other words, I'm learning about things that actually affect me-directly.
I hate cold sores.
We have milk in our fridge that supposedly expires December 17. I dont'believe it. My mom suggested I save some until then to see if it's right. I think I'll be okay knowing I'm right, sans proof.
You know the characters in books that exist solely to give sage advice to the main characters? Well, there's a character from The Truth About Forever who isn't exactly that, but close enough.
The other day was not going so great, and I remembered her saying, "We know where we stand. Now things can only get better."
I thought about it. It helped.
Unfortunately, now that I've shared it, the magic is probably gone. Oh, well. I'll just have to keep reading books with wise characters full of sage advice.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Erase Hate
If you have not read The Meaning of Matthew by Judy Shepard, go out and get it and read it. I'll wait.
(Bring a box of tissues.)
The Meaning of Matthew is written by the mom of a man who was murdered because he was gay. It tells Matthew's story, and makes him more than a victim of a hate crime; it makes him a person. It tells of his murder, the time he spent in a coma, his death, the nationwide reaction, and the trials of his two murderers. It is a deeply touching, personal story.
It is very true and honest and open. It does not make Matthew out to be a saint, it makes him a human. It is a wonderful story that makes no effort to mask a mother's grief, yet also talks about how she makes it through. And the most amazing thing is that the family managed to get one good thing out of their son's murder.
They created the Matthew Shepard Foundation. It started when people who had heard about Matthew's murder sent the family money. They used it to create a foundation whose goals are to "erase hate, ensure equality, and put youth first". They team with the Human Rights Campaign as well as other organizations with similar goals.
Reading this book yesterday and this morning actually ties in perfectly with something I've been wanting to say. I didn't know quite how to say it, or whether it would even be worth it, with so many other people saying the same thing. (And now the President.)
But I think it is important to show the church in Florida that intends to burn the Koran (full story here) that it isn't only government officials that don't agree with what they want to do. It is "regular" people like me, who find the act of burning the holy book of any religion or group despicable. The fact that it is Islam's holy book makes the possible ramifications much larger and much more severe.
Countless people from the UN, the US government, Afghanistan, and elsewhere have spoken out strongly against the church and their intent. It puts soldiers' lives at risk who are in Islamic countries, and it will also give the Taliban propoganda to use against the US and to recruit new followers who will be taught that hate and violence are acceptable.
This is morally and ethically wrong, as well as wrong because of the huge and potentially catastrophic consequences for soldiers in the Middle East, attempts to eliminate the Taliban, and relations between the US and Islamic countries, which are already strained, at best.
I was moved by Judy's story, and it encouraged me to speak out against hate. Their message is, in many ways, a simple message.
Strive to have no hate in the world. Work for equality for all people, no matter their sex, race, language, age, medical condition, sexual orientation, faith or belief.
So think about your actions, and how they may be perceived by others. Strive to make your world hate free, so that someday, hopefully soon, our world will be hate free.
(Bring a box of tissues.)
The Meaning of Matthew is written by the mom of a man who was murdered because he was gay. It tells Matthew's story, and makes him more than a victim of a hate crime; it makes him a person. It tells of his murder, the time he spent in a coma, his death, the nationwide reaction, and the trials of his two murderers. It is a deeply touching, personal story.
It is very true and honest and open. It does not make Matthew out to be a saint, it makes him a human. It is a wonderful story that makes no effort to mask a mother's grief, yet also talks about how she makes it through. And the most amazing thing is that the family managed to get one good thing out of their son's murder.
They created the Matthew Shepard Foundation. It started when people who had heard about Matthew's murder sent the family money. They used it to create a foundation whose goals are to "erase hate, ensure equality, and put youth first". They team with the Human Rights Campaign as well as other organizations with similar goals.
Reading this book yesterday and this morning actually ties in perfectly with something I've been wanting to say. I didn't know quite how to say it, or whether it would even be worth it, with so many other people saying the same thing. (And now the President.)
But I think it is important to show the church in Florida that intends to burn the Koran (full story here) that it isn't only government officials that don't agree with what they want to do. It is "regular" people like me, who find the act of burning the holy book of any religion or group despicable. The fact that it is Islam's holy book makes the possible ramifications much larger and much more severe.
Countless people from the UN, the US government, Afghanistan, and elsewhere have spoken out strongly against the church and their intent. It puts soldiers' lives at risk who are in Islamic countries, and it will also give the Taliban propoganda to use against the US and to recruit new followers who will be taught that hate and violence are acceptable.
This is morally and ethically wrong, as well as wrong because of the huge and potentially catastrophic consequences for soldiers in the Middle East, attempts to eliminate the Taliban, and relations between the US and Islamic countries, which are already strained, at best.
I was moved by Judy's story, and it encouraged me to speak out against hate. Their message is, in many ways, a simple message.
Strive to have no hate in the world. Work for equality for all people, no matter their sex, race, language, age, medical condition, sexual orientation, faith or belief.
So think about your actions, and how they may be perceived by others. Strive to make your world hate free, so that someday, hopefully soon, our world will be hate free.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
A Habit of Reading
A continuing habit of mine is reading multiple books at the same time. On the one hand, I love reading and this allows me to read what I am in the mood for. On the other hand, some books get lost in the shuffle and I never make it past the first few pages. I also tend to lose track of the plotlines if I pick one up after ignoring it for a while.
The Devil's Teeth-A non-fiction tale of one reporter who became obsessed with great white sharks.
Beyond the Green Zone: Dispatches From an Unembedded Journalist in Occupied Iraq-Pretty much what the title says. A lot of the author's focus is on the disparities between news reports and the facts.
Bless Me, Ultima-I am reading this in English. It is about a young Spanish-American boy who is struggling with his identity and the role of different religions.
The Truth About Forever-One of my all-time favorite books, and so I am pretty much always reading it.
Eat Pray Love-Ditto.
The One Left Behind-A library book that has sat unread for several weeks. This is one of the bad things about reading so many books.
Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom-This is the second book I have picked up by this author. (Although I actually managed to read all of the first one. I quite enjoyed it.) This book is another one that has gotten lost in the shuffle.
Three Cups of Tea-I really want to read this book, and have had it since Christmas, but I haven't put enough time and effort to be able to get really into it.
Where the Heart Is-Another favorite.
The Devil's Teeth-A non-fiction tale of one reporter who became obsessed with great white sharks.
Beyond the Green Zone: Dispatches From an Unembedded Journalist in Occupied Iraq-Pretty much what the title says. A lot of the author's focus is on the disparities between news reports and the facts.
Bless Me, Ultima-I am reading this in English. It is about a young Spanish-American boy who is struggling with his identity and the role of different religions.
The Truth About Forever-One of my all-time favorite books, and so I am pretty much always reading it.
Eat Pray Love-Ditto.
The One Left Behind-A library book that has sat unread for several weeks. This is one of the bad things about reading so many books.
Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom-This is the second book I have picked up by this author. (Although I actually managed to read all of the first one. I quite enjoyed it.) This book is another one that has gotten lost in the shuffle.
Three Cups of Tea-I really want to read this book, and have had it since Christmas, but I haven't put enough time and effort to be able to get really into it.
Where the Heart Is-Another favorite.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Books
I went out today with my parents just for a fun "family date". We picked up my framed picture (this one.), I looked for a birthday present for my dad (no luck), and went to a bookstore/cafe. I got a couple of books that probably fall more under the self-help category than anything else, but still not really.
I adore bookstores. And libraries. And really anywhere that is quiet and peaceful and full of books. There are so many choices out there, so many people writing about so many things. Sometimes I feel like it's just for me. It's easy to get lost between all the shelves and in all the stories people have to tell. I feel loved and safe (And just a little vindicated. Harry Potter had a whole shelf, and Twilight had half a shelf. So there!)
My dad and I shared an amazing pizza; avacado slices and fresh mint-who knew! If we weren't having chile for dinner I would have more pizza.
Now it's back to homework. I am reading To Kill a Mockingbird for English. I actually chose the book, because I read it forever ago and I thought it would be fun to read it now from an analytic viewpoint. Yah, great idea. Each chapter has about ten questions for me to answer and there are 31 chapters. I can barely do that math.
Well, I might be exaggerating a little bit, but that was me complaining, and this is me leaving to go do the homework that isn't nearly as bad as I make it out to be.
I adore bookstores. And libraries. And really anywhere that is quiet and peaceful and full of books. There are so many choices out there, so many people writing about so many things. Sometimes I feel like it's just for me. It's easy to get lost between all the shelves and in all the stories people have to tell. I feel loved and safe (And just a little vindicated. Harry Potter had a whole shelf, and Twilight had half a shelf. So there!)
My dad and I shared an amazing pizza; avacado slices and fresh mint-who knew! If we weren't having chile for dinner I would have more pizza.
Now it's back to homework. I am reading To Kill a Mockingbird for English. I actually chose the book, because I read it forever ago and I thought it would be fun to read it now from an analytic viewpoint. Yah, great idea. Each chapter has about ten questions for me to answer and there are 31 chapters. I can barely do that math.
Well, I might be exaggerating a little bit, but that was me complaining, and this is me leaving to go do the homework that isn't nearly as bad as I make it out to be.
Monday, December 7, 2009
A Touching Book
It has been snowing here since Saturday night, and is predicted to continue through Wednesday. Of course, this only matters, because, wait for it, I got a snow day! So being the serious slacker that I am, I did some more Spanish homework. I know, it's kinda sad, right?
Anyway, yesterday was cool, because we all went sledding. I wasn't in total abandon and screaming mode, because my head and neck and shoulders and whatnot are still quite bad from the procedure (on Tuesday!), but I still managed to have some good snowy fun.
The road right next to our house is actually a pretty decent sledding hill, as long as we go out before too many cars go over it. And as long as we don't get run over by any cars. There is the added danger of trees lining the road, and a very un-steer-able sled.
We got a few good runs in, and then I came inside while my parents shoveled and swept. Then they came inside because it was really snowing. Hard. All day. It was cool. So I sat inside and did homework and watched football and beat my parents at Wizard. (Because I am a wizard. Or witch. I'm magical.)
*****
One of the prompts for the Best of 2009 Blogger Challenge (I am so far off the dates, so I'm just writing on whatever prompt I want to) is to write about a book that touched you. I have read, and re-read, several excellent books this year, and to my surprise, one actually came to mind when I saw this prompt.
It was one that I picked off the library shelf because it looked interesting, and it turned out to be a really good book. It was Shift by Jennifer Bradbury. I think it was well written, had good character development, good plot, and in other words, had all the elements that make a good book, but it also fit what I was going through personally at the time.
Two best friends decide to ride their bikes cross-country after graduation, just because. Near the end of the journey, one disappears, with no warning, leaving the other friend hanging. The book switches back and forth between the friend who got left behind and where he is in the present, and the ride.
It certainly struck a cord with me, and while it didn't make what I was going through (still am, as a matter of fact) any easier, it showed the acceptance, the moving on, and the ability to remember the good times.
And now I'm welling up and getting very sentimental, so I'm going to leave it there. But it was a great book, and I would most certainly recommend it.
Anyway, yesterday was cool, because we all went sledding. I wasn't in total abandon and screaming mode, because my head and neck and shoulders and whatnot are still quite bad from the procedure (on Tuesday!), but I still managed to have some good snowy fun.
The road right next to our house is actually a pretty decent sledding hill, as long as we go out before too many cars go over it. And as long as we don't get run over by any cars. There is the added danger of trees lining the road, and a very un-steer-able sled.
We got a few good runs in, and then I came inside while my parents shoveled and swept. Then they came inside because it was really snowing. Hard. All day. It was cool. So I sat inside and did homework and watched football and beat my parents at Wizard. (Because I am a wizard. Or witch. I'm magical.)
*****
One of the prompts for the Best of 2009 Blogger Challenge (I am so far off the dates, so I'm just writing on whatever prompt I want to) is to write about a book that touched you. I have read, and re-read, several excellent books this year, and to my surprise, one actually came to mind when I saw this prompt.
It was one that I picked off the library shelf because it looked interesting, and it turned out to be a really good book. It was Shift by Jennifer Bradbury. I think it was well written, had good character development, good plot, and in other words, had all the elements that make a good book, but it also fit what I was going through personally at the time.
Two best friends decide to ride their bikes cross-country after graduation, just because. Near the end of the journey, one disappears, with no warning, leaving the other friend hanging. The book switches back and forth between the friend who got left behind and where he is in the present, and the ride.
It certainly struck a cord with me, and while it didn't make what I was going through (still am, as a matter of fact) any easier, it showed the acceptance, the moving on, and the ability to remember the good times.
And now I'm welling up and getting very sentimental, so I'm going to leave it there. But it was a great book, and I would most certainly recommend it.
Friday, September 18, 2009
A Mish-Mosh With Some Twilight
The book I just finished was....interesting. It was good writing, with good characters, but something was off. It was realistic fiction (this could happen to you), but it was almost like the author got so carried away with telling the story that it became totally unrealistic. If that's how it really worked when you gambled and dropped out of high school, there wouldn't be any teachers left.
I am finally getting over my most recent cold (knock on wood). Today I had a little busrt of energy, but I used it all up and then some. We went to the library, the bank, and the doctor. I love going to the library, though. Libraries have always been my happy place and it is worth any amount of energy to go. (Well, it's worth more energy than a lot of other things.) The best is when the librarians recognize you and pick out books they think you'll like.
I also got a few movies; we'll see how scratched they are. I love watching good movies that I've seen before. It's really relaxing because you don't have to pay as much attention to the plot, just enjoy the movie as a whole.
Speaking of movies, the holiday release season is coming up (yay!). So, I'm trying to track down some good movies to see. Or for my parents to see on a date. You know, same thing, right?
I know the release of the second Twilight movie is coming up. Honestly, I'm not too impressed with the books or the movie(s). Please walk away now if this is going to horribly offend you. I'm much more excited that they are releasing Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince in time for Christmas!
I have read the four Twilight books and seen the first movie. I liked the first book; I was actually impressed and excited for the rest of the series. I was, however, deeply disappointed. The plot is dull and seems to repeat itself, and at the end, we have a perfectly happy, married, mother, (vampire) 17 year old! Really? (And the writing wasn't even that good.)
Okay, so that's my rant, and I'm sorry if you were offended, but now you can go back to drooling over Robert Pattinson.
What movies have you seen recently? Any you would reccommend?
I am finally getting over my most recent cold (knock on wood). Today I had a little busrt of energy, but I used it all up and then some. We went to the library, the bank, and the doctor. I love going to the library, though. Libraries have always been my happy place and it is worth any amount of energy to go. (Well, it's worth more energy than a lot of other things.) The best is when the librarians recognize you and pick out books they think you'll like.
Speaking of movies, the holiday release season is coming up (yay!). So, I'm trying to track down some good movies to see. Or for my parents to see on a date. You know, same thing, right?
I know the release of the second Twilight movie is coming up. Honestly, I'm not too impressed with the books or the movie(s). Please walk away now if this is going to horribly offend you. I'm much more excited that they are releasing Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince in time for Christmas!
I have read the four Twilight books and seen the first movie. I liked the first book; I was actually impressed and excited for the rest of the series. I was, however, deeply disappointed. The plot is dull and seems to repeat itself, and at the end, we have a perfectly happy, married, mother, (vampire) 17 year old! Really? (And the writing wasn't even that good.)
Okay, so that's my rant, and I'm sorry if you were offended, but now you can go back to drooling over Robert Pattinson.
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