Home Sweet Home

Alright so, ive been home for about a week now, and i've done NOTHING. Nada. Its been so slow and yet, i feel like i've hardly had time to breathe or do anything. I'm trying not to get started on much because of the upheaval when i go back to Swansea, i just cant be bothered to have to start something, pause while i travel something miles (i don't know the actual distance between Hull and Swansea you see) and then pick it up again when i get there. apart from the fact it would be a total pain in the arse i'd probably get confused and have to start again anyway.

There is some red tape i have to start hacking at fairly soon though. God thats gonna be a laugh. I try not to visibly cringe every time i think of it but... Meh. I HATE paperwork (who doesn't?) and i'll be grateful when i dont ever have to do any. Ever again. Pft... i might just up on a plane to Peru and disappear into the Amazon. All the paperwork they ever have to deal with is nasty white men coming to take their trees. AND they get a decent tan. Although, really, i don't want to be sharing my bed with bird-eating spiders and pythons thatd happily swallow an alpaca. Hrm. Maybe the cities are better jungles for me.

I've finished the second book of the Twilight Saga, New Moon. I can't help myself, i get more obsessed with every single bloody word! I'm quite angry too, Stephenie Meyer (the author) had half of her new book leaked to the internet so shes not going to finish it. I have an overwhelming sad now because one person has ruined it for the gazillion fans she has to appease. I hope she relents a bit and decides to finish it because she is such a fantastic writer - then again, i really wouldn't blame her if she didn't. I'll maybe write a fanfic based on these books one day, if i'm feeling creative. Until then, i'm saving my pennies so i can buy the third book, Eclipse.

Until then, here is my favourite little paragraph of New Moon (SPOILER, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK).

"But how could you believe me? After all the thousand times I've told you, how could you let one word break your faith in me? "

I didn't answer. I was too shocked to form a rational response.

"I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that i didn't want you any more. The most absurd, ridiculous concept - as if there were any way that i could exist without needing you!"

I was still frozen. His words were incomprehensible, because they were impossible. He shook my shoulder again, not hard, but enough that my teeth rattled a little.

"Bella," he sighed. "Really, what were you thinking!"
And so i started to cry. The tears welled up and then gushed miserably down my cheeks.

"I knew it," i sobbed. "i knew i was dreaming."

"You're impossible," he said, and he laughed once - a hard laugh, frustrated. "How can i put this so that you"ll believe me? You're not asleep, and you're not dead. I'm here, and i love you. i have always loved you, and i will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that i was away. When i told you that i didn't want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy."

(DISCLAIMER: Characters and story belong to Stephenie Meyer. This is an extract i have typed out by hand, it has not been lifted from any internet website. To read more... buy the book. ;D )