Quotables: Hannah Miet

The problem with Kindles is that they eliminate the joy of winking at older men who are reading Lolita. Kindles, and the fact that I'm not fourteen anymore. Woe.

I bet your heart smells like pleather and sweat.

There are mysterious cookie crumbs in my coat pocket. It's miraculous that I've survived almost 23 years of existence.

I would punch a bum to spend the morning inside of Fiona Apple's voice. Naked, except for a Snuggie.


I have never worn a Snuggie, but I own a Slap Chop. Pointless thought or existential crisis?

I would never really punch a bum.

Coffee somehow got in my nose. I snorted coffee. Brain: take notice. 

This couple reeks of the best hangover cure known to man, and I wonder if I am only switching crutches, hobbling through the pages of this book. I need another coffee before work.

Logistically, and statistically, I have a few more years to be a complete and utter fool and get away with it. Or ten years, if I play my cards right. I really don't want to play my cards right.

I hope I didn't blow it. 

I miss the times before I would drink away hangovers. The earnest "I will never drink again!"s yelled to the heavens. Self-honesty is a wench.

Ow.

"We would like to have sex with you" deadpan: mixed results.

"I want to stab my stiletto into your soul." Too forward?

"I want to be the icepick in your wedding cake."

I'd like to taste your lips again, but I feel like I should be embarrassed about something. Should I be embarrassed about something? 

All's well as long as you're sort-of alive.

-one of my fave bloggers, Hannah Miet

To Read or Not To Read

Everyone and their sister (including mine) has read the Twilight series. While I don't have anything against YA novels, I do look down on mainstream literature, if you even want to call it that. (Unless of course, I find it before it becomes mainstream - i.e. The Time Traveler's Wife and Harry Potter.) So, I've been avoiding the Twilight series at all costs.

Err - actually just the books. I'm kind of in love with the movies. It's the 13-year-old girl in me. I've seen Twilight about six times and went to see New Moon on opening night. I should also confess I think about Edward Cullen multiple times a day. Is is possible to be completely infatuated with a fictional character? Yes. Do I wish Edward Cullen was a real person so I could do unspeakable things to him and make him fall in love with me? Yes!

Now that I'm embracing my inner teenage girl, heartthrob crush and all, I secretly want to borrow the series from my sister and jump in. Should I stick to my standards and shun Stephanie Meyer like I shunned Dan Brown after finished The DaVinci Code? Or should I give in to that teenage girl inside me and embrace Twilight like 17 million people have?

I'm thinking since I fantasize about Edward on a regular basis I already have given in to the Twilight phenomenon so my reading the books won't make any difference. That makes perfect sense, right?

My Non-Existant Tabula Rasa

Another new year and another day that is not so different from the last. Yes, we're in a new millennium, but it's no different from 2008 or 2009. It's just a meaningless way of measuring time.

For most people the new year offers a tabula rasa - a chance to start over from scratch and erase all the bad habits that defined their life throughout the previous year. However, for me, it doesn't feel like much is changing. Nor do I feel like changing much. I enjoy my bad habits and those lingering 2 lbs I have been meaning to lose. I could drink a little less coffee and try to be a little more green, but I've grown to like the shaky feeling in my arms when I finish my third cup of coffee on an empty stomach, as I throw away my paper cup.

Maybe my cynicism is weighing heavy on me because it's a Monday morning and like most people, I hate Monday's and I am most definitely not a morning person. Or maybe I gained a little wisdom in the last year and understand the new year for exactly what it is - a day that isn't different from any other.

However, a while back I decided with the new year approaching I would resolve to speak more candidly and here is a passage that continues to inspire me to keep that resolution:

"If you ever doubt the power of language, listen more closely. Witness the magic the first time someone whispers "I love you." Watch a woman put on head phones, close her eyes, and have her life changed by a lyric. See a bad moment flipped upside down by a well-timed joke. Words propel us, empower us, make us human and more than human. We constantly struggle to say what we mean and mean what we say. To "wrestle with words and meanings." that's what t.s. eliot calls it. But as we whisper and shout, stutter and spin, we create order out of the chaos around us. We are built of words, and we live by them, too."