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Hunger Games

Ok. The Hunger Games movie comes out in a few days. Not going to lie I'm pretty excited to see it. But I would just like the world to know that I read them two weeks after they'd been published. I couldn't even get an author biography for my freshman english class. I remember we had to share about what we were reading in groups. Everyone else in my group was only ten pages into their book. I told them about mine, how it was about teens in a crazy society that had to fight to the death on television. They all looked at me like I was a freak and went uhmm, ok?

And now? THEY'RE ALL FREAKING EXCITED TO WATCH THE MOVIE. Stupid people. Only take time to pick up a book if they've been made into a movie. You know all those Twilight fans? The ones who only watched the movies that is. Did you know that the first people who proposed to buy the movie rights were going to make it into a spy movie and Bella was going to be a track star and it was going to be NOTHING like the book? Yeah.

It just annoys me that all the good books out there become movie s and then consequently become lame because of all the crap that comes with movies, like Barbies.

On another note, I'm almost done with Wuthering Heights! There were times I wanted to throw the book against the wall, but I'm liking it again. My goodness Heathcliff is a crazy man! The bestby asked me how it was going yesterday and I was like, Good! Heathcliff died and everyone gets to be happy! I haven't found out how he died yet but Nelly's getting there!

There's something seriously wrong with me. I was watching NCIS yesterday while eating and I got grossed out. So grossed out I had to turn the channel. I've eaten spaghetti through numerous autopsies before but yesterday I just couldn't do it. I just couldn't. What's happening to me?! So I watched Pretty Little Liars season finale instead. Note to self- don't watch the season finale of a show I haven't watched any other episodes of. Luckily I have a friend who's addicted to that show and gave me the low down. Man, I like their drama much better than what happens at our school.

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