The Lair and the Dome
My Cellar Doorians,
I have been meaning to sit down and write this post for some time now. My hope is that somehow, a Stephen King fan comes across this blog. In particular, a fan that has read both IT and Under the Dome. If you’ve read neither and wish to in the future, some spoilers may occur so discontinue reading if you choose.
The chinese-looking symbol that appears on IT’s lair also appears on the device that controls the Dome. If you hold both books next to each other…they appear slightly different, but I think that’s only because the symbol in Under the Dome is actually smaller in size. Without making a huge deal of it, they are one in the same.
I’ve tried endlessly to find online any King interviews where he discusses this and have found nothing. I’ve read few comments from fans and it seems the majority think they have nothing to do with each other. How in the world could that be possible when King is constantly mentioning characters from his other books throughout his novels as well as making pop culture references ABOUT his novels…IN his novels? When it comes to the world of Stephen King (Castle Rock, Derry, etc)…nothing is a coincidence!
The symbol is the same. There is no denying that. I’d like to share my own opinion. Under the Dome leaves you without any information as to where these “beings” (for lack of a better word) that are creating the Dome are coming from. There is also no name for the place in which IT comes from, but it’s presented in the story that the creature was brought on earth and into Derry from a sort of spaceship. My only conclusion is that there is some other world that King is not telling us about in either story. Please don’t think I’m acting pretentious because I think I’ve come up with this conclusion. This is the completely obvious conclusion when it comes to IT, but they must be related, right? That’s not to say the “magnified” creatures in Under the Dome are spiders that can be seen as clowns. No no. Just that they originate from the same universe or planet. I’m thinking it’s a planet in the same universe as earth, but it’s not seen by us humans (or rather…adults) through science. With IT…it can only be seen by the children that believe and fear. Possibly the creatures from this planet were tired of not being seen by adults and thus, casted the Dome.
I have so many questions, though if my opinion is correct. Can the creatures in Under the Dome be seen by and interact with IT? Julia Shumway sees the symbol for what it is, but the children in IT see the symbol as each of their fears. Is that because of the age difference? Is this a portal to a planet or universe that King isn’t telling us about? Does this “place” have both good and evil? (IT represents evil, but the creatures in Under the Dome don’t necessarily represent evil. Julia takes this experience as something positive so they might actually be entities of good.)
There are so many possibilities and yet I have not one person to discuss them with so would someone please by my knight (or knightress) in shining armor and discuss this with me?
-M.
2013 Cedar Point list
My Cellar Doorians,
Chris and I made a list of things to take to Cedar Point this Wednesday. I thought I would share it with you just in case you’re going to Cedar Point soon. This will save you from having to make a list. We have included all the necessities.
1. Sunblock
2. Dramamine
3. Gum
4. Mints
5. Beverages! ? @Conan
6. Carmex
7. $
8. Heat
9. Kristen Stewart
10. Kirsten Stewart’s Manstress (like mistress, but manstress)
11. Mattress with wheels
12. IPOD
13. Ryan Gosling loveboat
14. Hoodie
15. Natalie Merchant’s pocketbook
16. Sunglasses
17. Ke$ha’s heart-shaped balloon
18. Potato cannon
19. Tickets
20. Appetitie for Dippin’ Dots
21. A canteen to smuggle Dippin’ Dots out of the park
22. Destruction
23. GPS
24. Nips (as in…Nipples)
25. Time machine (so that when Chris goes on the power tower I can watch him scream over and over again)
26. Chris underwear (for when he poops his pants on the power tower)
27. Chris pants (for when he poops his pants on the power tower)
28. Chris thong (for when he poops his pants on the power tower)
29. Earplugs
30. Stephen King
31. Moby
32. Chris’s grandpa Thomas’s missing phalanges
33. (I murdered number 33)
You’re welcome.
With love,
The Raughters
This is what it’s like to watch Vampire Diaries.
Disclaimer: Whether you’re a fan of sexy, bloodsucking monsters or not…I’m sure you’ll find this amusing.
My Cellar Doorians,
Lately, I’ve been occupying my large amount of free time by watching Vampire Diaries on Netflix thanks to the recommendation from Meagan. I got through the first six episodes of season one and thought it was a bust. All the lovey dovey nonsense was no different than Twilight. For those of you who couldn’t give a shit…Vampire Diaries “came first”. The first novel was published in 1990. The first of the Twilight saga was published in 2005. Stephanie Meyer claimed the idea for Twilight came from a dream. She must have been dreaming about Vampire Diaries.
I don’t care about any of this. Twilight was ruined for many as soon as stuttering Kristen Stewart accepted the part in the films. I’m here to talk about Vampire Diaries. You see…even in the Supernatural world…I have frustrations. Many. Here’s my “big five”:
1. Every member of the cast is beautiful. I’m talking perfect down to each pore of their skin. (There’s one exception to this rule. Bonnie Bennett. I’ll get to her, I promise.) The men are so good looking in the show that you practically have to change your underwear and use a handkerchief to wipe the drool off your chin after every episode. I bet those actors even have straight men after them. If there’s any incentive to watch the show over Twilight, this is it. Let’s be fair…nobody cares to see R. Patt’s pasty, halfway hairy chest. Watching the show will make you incredibly depressed in this aspect because your boyfriend, husband, future boyfriend, or future husband is not and will not be more attractive than the male cast of Vampire Diaries. Luckily for me, I’ve never been about looks. Settling for someone with only average looks such as myself won’t be a problem for me. However, my frustration is sexual frustration and considering the episodes are 42 minutes each and every season is 22 episodes…this is realllllllllllllllllllllllllllly frustrating.
2. Loopholes. OH MY GOD, the loopholes. Nothing good happens for the protagonists. Every time they get a quarter of the way to taking down one of the villains, there’s a loophole. There’s some extra piece of information and you’re like, “Aww, shit. Here we go again.” Everything’s going according to plan and then the writers throw in a witch’s spell, or an original vampire, or a wooden stake that has to actually stay in the vampire’s heart to keep them dead, or the ability for the dead to make contact, or some piece of shit bullshit that always works against the protagonists. It’s been a personal catchphrase of mine to scream, “LOOPHOLE!”. I can always tell when they’re coming. Everything goes quiet in the scene first, and you think the moment of victory for the protagonist is finally at hand, then slowly Jaws theme music sounds in the background and you know the screen’s moments away from going black signaling what would have been a commercial break had I not been watching on Netflix and then finally, one character introduces the LOOPHOLE! and all hope is lost.
3. Death. There is no life and death in vampire diaries. Season one started out strong. The bad guys were getting killed at every opportune moment. Almost too quickly. Then they’d introduce a new villain and the next few episodes were about killing them. Then the dead found loopholes to come back. Or it was difficult to actually make them stay dead. Now, finishing season three, a villain being “dead” is no longer safe. This is usually the pattern of what happens in the show and I imagine the written script for many characters looks something like this:
They die and then they come back to life. They die and then they come back to life. They die and then they come back to life. They die and then they come back to life. They die and then they come back to life. They die and then they come back to life. They die and then they come back to life. They die and then they come back to life. They die and then they come back to life. They die and then they come back to life. They die and then they come back to life. They die and then they come back to life. They die and then they come back to life. They die and then they come back to life.
So on. So forth. It’s super awkward when you start crying over a fictitious person’s death and then have to quickly wipe away the tears moments later when LOOPHOLE! they’re back to life. It’s more frustrating when it happens to a good guy, trust me. You come to terms with their death and it’s all, “JAYKAY! We got you, BITCH!” Even though you’re watching in the privacy of your home…you quickly have to turn around and make sure nobody saw you cry like a pansy for absolutely NO REASON. I suppose the good news is that if I later develop Bipolar disorder from watching this show…I can always sue the shit out of the CW network and become rich. For one particular character, he had a ring (LOOPHOLE!) that could keep him from being killed by a supernatural being. So they’d kill him and he’d suffer for maybe a half hour and then come back to life. Being that he was a protagonist…this was a good thing, right? LOOPHOLE! It ends up being a bad thing and he turns into a fucking psycho because it’s against the balance of nature to come back to life.
4. The dilemma of who Elena should choose between Stefan and Damon. My friend Meagan told me in the beginning, “Stefan’s a pussy. Damon’s a cock.” I decided to make my own judgments and keep watching. Here’s what I found out. Stefan’s a pussy. Damon’s a cock. So…they should just fuck each other and leave Elena out of this. Problem solved. If it’ll make Elena feel any better…I’ll date her myself. I’ve never batted from the opposing team, but there’s a first for everything, right?
5. Bonnie. Shall we talk about Bonnie? She’s a main character introduced from the beginning that is best friends with the heroine of the story, Elena. You find out right away that she’s a witch and can perform many useful spells that often end up as a LOOPHOLE! Here’s the problem, though. She’s dumber than a shithouse rat. She’s moody and often thinks only for herself even though they portray her as this wonderful character. Her face is actually crooked. You can tell from her hairline and jaw. I’m thinking that has something to do with the fact that her spells fuck everything up. Crooked face equals mediocre magic. Really…it’s not just her spells, though. It’s HER. She’s often the hero with her spells, but is usually cleaning up her own fucking mess which is why I can’t fathom the main characters cheering her on. She fucks everything up and then has to re-fuck it back into place. She just fucks. All the time. Being that the writers always go for the most shocking and dramatic of endings…I think they should throw in a LOOPHOLE! where on a certain Monday of a certain month at a certain time of the day where whale watching is popular and four people in the main cast are eating popcorn at the same exact time…all witches just spontaneously combust. It’s clearly a believable plot and would be one LOOPHOLE! that would actually end up being beneficial for the main protagonists. Usually when you watch a show you ask questions like, “I wonder when they’re going to finally kiss” or “I wonder if they’re going to turn into a bad guy”, but in Vampire Diaries, the most constant question is, “I wonder when Bonnie’s going to fuck everything up.” The answer to that question is “Always.”
The real problem with all of this nonsense is this:
I still want to move to Mystic Falls, become a vampire, and spend eternity loving Damon Salvatore.
Balls.
-M.
Dressing Up
My Cellar Doorians,
I’m feeling spring. I’m feeling a million different emotions at one time. I’m feeling time slip out of my reach and I’m feeling the past ushering me forward into a bright light where the unknown resides…beckoning me…pleading with me.
You see, Orlando is a beautiful place. It’s where the weary go to take a breath from the cold when all they need is a little bit of warmth. I love Michigan and it’s topsy turvy weather. I can deal with the cold. Unless the cold is within my bones and not chilling my skin. It’s the cold I’ve been feeling. The coldness of feeling tied down in my job. I love my home. I grew up in this house and have never moved from it, but I need to branch off. This home will always be alive to me and I’ll forever brush off the dust to keep the memories that I have tied here. But what I need is a start to my own life. Not a new beginning. I’ve been thinking that I need something new, but in our lives…there is no “new”. There’s just a simple continuation of what our life has lead us to up to this point. Therefore…I want to continue my life. There are so many starts and stops to our lives that lead us through our paths. Right now…what I need is a stop and then a start. My life is a circle and I want to start right back at the top.
Orlando was what I needed it to be. I needed to know that I could initiate a plan independently. I did just that with my own time, patience, and money. I needed to breathe Florida’s air to let myself know that I’m okay and that I will be okay.
I’ve been nervous, anxious, and impatient since 2013 began. I cannot continue in these shoes. I need a new pair to start me off at the top of the circle and I’m getting that new pair of shoes NOW. No more stalling. No more “next week, next month”. I’m talking NOW. I’m updating the paperwork NOW and I’m sending out my heart to whatever city or state will accept it. Right now…I have one state in mind.
This time last year I was sending out job applications to every state that had an opening for my career. In just a year I’ve grown. I’ve become less naïve and more mature, but I still believe in fate. I still believe that I will end up wherever I’m supposed to end up, but right now…I’m becoming bold again. Winter withdrew part of me and now I’m stepping on it’s doorstep and asking for that part of me back.
I regret nothing I’ve gone through or said or done in the last year. I’m not looking back. I’m just continuing on in the circle with my new pair of shoes.
Thank you Orlando, Chris, Meagan, my parents, Daisy, Casey, Angela, Paula, and Noelle for taking up my time this past year. I needed every one of you and will always need you.
I am moving forward.
I am taking my little life forward and I’m running and I’m running…and running.
“Wear it home, It’ll look like a dress.”
I will take my little life to a new home and I’ll do just that. I’ll wear it like a dress.
-M.
IT and the Turtle.
My Cellar Doorians,
I finished reading IT this morning. I forgot so many things about the story and remembered things incorrectly being that I’ve watched the film far more times. I read IT when I was fifteen years old. I had already seen the film. I remember seeing the film in stores (on VHS!) at age thirteen in the summer. The white cover with Tim Curry as the clown peeping over the side. I immediately begged my Mom to buy it for me and asked if it was scary. She said the movie scared the hell out of her as a kid and being the horror buff that I was (that I am?)…I was stoked to go home and watch it. I ended up watching part one of two the next day. I believe it was just my brother and I, but he was in the basement playing video games. I put the film on in my parents’ room being that their television was bigger than mine.
You don’t have to actually be frightened of clowns to have the shit scared out of you by IT. That’s what’s so genius about the villain. IT’s a shapeshifter…morphing into whatever the viewer finds most terrifying. As any good story taking on the theme of good versus evil…IT represents eternity and the fear in between. The good is represented by a spiritual being referred to as “the Turtle”…a title and “entity” that never makes it in the film, sadly. (The film’s purpose was more so to scare the hell out of viewers. It’s no surprise. Stephen King is known as the master of horror and yet in every one of his stories…there’s a message that’s beyond all of us that I think people lose along the way. IT is remembered as his story about the clown. Not the message of friendship and good versus evil.)
Without making things too complicated…IT and the Turtle can be found in all of us. You just have to choose which entity to listen to.
In the book, IT ends up being the evil in the heart of Derry, Maine. After I finished the book…I had a sudden realization that Derry reminds me of Addison. Although Derry is a fictional Town in King’s novels…it feels so real to me. Just as Derry is a painful reminder to the core group of friends in IT, Addison is sort of my painful (but not all together bad) reminder. I think my IT will reside in Addison. My Turtle will reside wherever I decide to go. For right now…my good…my Turtle is in Florida.
Last night something comical happened. For the character Beverly Marsh, IT shows up as blood in her bathroom. She hears IT’s voice in the drain of the sink. (IT lives in the sewers of Derry so not surprisingly…IT can be heard through pipes, drains, and the sewer holes along the streets.) IT tells her that she’ll die soon and blood appears everywhere in the bathroom. Last night when reading IT, I heard a strange sound. Sort of a gurgling…GLUG-GLUG-GLUG sound. I was home alone. It sounded as if it were coming from my bathroom. Like the sound of blood gurgling down a drain. I slowly walked past the bathroom and saw nothing. I found Daisy in the living room. She had vomited four times. Four little piles of vomit. Three in the living room and one in the kitchen I said to her, “So that sound was you vomiting. I thought for a moment Tim Curry was in my bathtub.” I laughed. Daisy didn’t. Obviously she wasn’t feeling good. I found an earplug in one of her piles of vomit. The culprit. IT. To be fair…if IT was real…Daisy would see IT as a vacuum. She’s terrified of our vacuum. Anyway…Daisy has eaten a good twelve earplugs or so since we got here and usually she just poops them out so the whole “vomiting it up” thing was new. Thank God it wasn’t actual Tim Curry I was hearing.
Around 7:00 pm…I decided to go pick up my site-to-store order from Wal-Mart. Two more Stephen King books. I also decided to purchase a paperback copy of 11/22/63 even though I’ve already read it. I wanted my own copy of it. I know when I move out my mother will want to keep her copy. Anyway, the girl who got my order went to ring me up and she says (referring to 11/22/63), “I heard this one was really good.” I told her it was and that I just had to buy my own copy of it. She said, “I just finished reading IT.” I laughed and told her that I was actually in the process of finishing the book myself for the second time.
She then proceeds to tell me a short story. Some background knowledge for those than haven’t read IT…Pennywise the clown (also known as Bob Gray in the books) always has balloons with him. Balloons are often mentioned in the novel. They’re tied somewhere random after some sort of catastrophic event. They’re sort of Pennywise’s trademark. So here’s the Wal-Mart employee’s story. She had just been to MSU’s campus and was walking along a bridge. At the end of a bridge…there was a balloon tied to the post. Of course there was. Just as Daisy had to make those gurgling drain noises (as opposed to the coughing/dry heaving noise she usually makes before vomitting) while I was reading.
Balloons. Vomit. IT. IT’s everywhere once you stop and take a look, but I think the point is that you’ll be fine as long as you seek the voice of the Turtle. Keep the Turtle hidden in your pocket. Hold its hand. Let it ride shotgun. The Turtle can be anything. For me it’s Daisy, Noelle, Chris, Meagan, my parents, my brother and his wife, my patients, Florida, books, music, autumn, coffee, the feeling of writing a long letter, swimming, walking, strawberries, smoothies, stars, my family in Texas, my everything. Just trust it. The Turtle.
I think it’s a good thing to take a peak down the drain. It can be a good learning experience. Just make sure the Turtle is in close proximity.
Lastly, I’m going to painfully type out an excerpt from IT. These words can mean anything you want them to. Just let it read like a good book. Let it float.
“He wanted to tell them that those dead boys who had lurched and shambled their way down the spiral staircase had done something worse than frighten him: they had offended him.
Offended, yes. It was the only word he could think of, and if he used it they would laugh-they liked him, he knew that, and they had accepted him as one of them, but they would still laugh. All the same, there were things that were not supposed to be. They offended any sane person’s sense of order, they offended the central idea that God had given the earth a final tilt on its axis so that twilight would only last about twelve minutes at the equator and linger for an hour or more up where the Eskimos built their ice-cube houses, that He had done that and He then had said in effect: “Okay, if you can figure out the tilt, you can figure out any damn thing you choose. Because even light has weight, and when the note of a train whistle suddenly drops it’s the Doppler effect and when an airplane breaks the sound barrier that bang isn’t the applause of the angels or the flatulence of demons but only air collapsing back into the place. I gave you the tilt and then I sat back about halfway up the auditorium to watch the show. I got nothing else to say, except that two and two makes four, the lights in the sky are stars, if there’s blood grownups can see it as well as kids, and dead boys stay dead.” You can live with fear, I think Stan would have said if he could. Maybe not forever, but for a long, long time. It’s offense you maybe can’t live with, because it opens up a crack inside your thinking, and if you look down into it you see there are live things down there, and they have little yellow eyes that don’t blink, and there’s a stink down in that dark, and after awhile you think maybe there’s a whole universe down there, a universe where a square moon rises in the sky, and the stars laugh in cold voices, and some of the triangles have four sides, and some have five, and some of them have five raised to the fifth power of sides. In this universe there might grow roses which sing. Everything leads to everything, he would have told them if he could. Go to your church and listen to your stories about Jesus walking on the water, but if I saw a guy doing that I’d scream and scream and scream. Because it wouldn’t look like a miracle to me. It would look like an offense.”
-M.
Duma.
My Cellar Door is my mind. I own it. My Cellar Doorians are those that have unlocked my mind to take a peek and maybe even venture in for a moment.
Pop culture invades my mind often. Combining the words “cellar door” from Donnie Darko, Stephen King’s Dreamcatcher which turns the mind into a physical space where folders and compartments can be accessed, and finally…Duma Key (also by King) which I’m reading now and you’ve got inspiration and a warped sense of longing.
I’m titling this folder, this compartment “Duma Key”.
Sometimes you just have to spell it out in font. I am not happy where I’m at.
I will not sit here and let my life rot. I have a family member who is currently rotting away. It’s in my blood. It’s in my genes. I won’t. I just won’t.
Duma Key tells the story of Edgar Freemantle. After a freak accident, he’s left with mind altering consequences along with the loss of one of his arms. Contemplating suicide, his therapist offers him a solution. A (fictional) place called Duma Key on the coast of…Florida. I mean, really his therapist tells him to take a long fucking vacation and gives him all sorts of options as to where to go and Edgar chooses Duma Key. Being that it’s Stephen King writing…strange things happen immediately happen upon his arrival. He feels phantom limb sensation in the arm he has lost and gets the literal itch to begin painting. Obviously there’s more to the story, but it’s not relative to my story and this is my Cellar Door after all.
My point is…I feel as if my own limb is dangling and I’m losing touch with happiness and most of all…my inspiration. Things are becoming too concrete. “BLANK and white.” I’m in that transition phase and waiting for a full time job to come along so I can move out. I know everything is within reach. It’s just the waiting. It’s the fact that my mind goes to a black hole every time I jump shifts for work. I’m missing something. Everything. I’m missing everything.
So back to the book. The book. It has to be the book, right?
I woke up this morning and didn’t feel up to par. I had a massive headache yesterday and thought it was going to be a migraine with the rapidity of which it came on, but Aleve thankfully took care of it. I woke up and felt the same headache. Aleve once again seems to be doing the trick. Anyway, I woke up and out of boredom, turned on the TV without thinking and then saw the book. I turned off the TV and decided to read instead. I’m reading and then I have this ridiculous realization that Edgar Freemantle is in Florida. Hello! I’ve been planning this trip to Florida since January. It’s everything to me right now at this point in my life. I knew Edgar was in Florida. Obviously. I just didn’t make the connection between Edgar in Florida and me going to Florida. Edgar went to Duma Key to find something. Anything. I’m not through the book, but he’s got to be finding it.
Will I find something in Florida? I mean really I’m only going to Universal, but the final day…Meagan and I are going to the beach to see the coast and the water. The same water that Edgar is looking at in a paperback novel that I bought for $1.50 at a used book store even though my mother owns the hardcover version and I could have read that instead of paying the $1.50. My mother tossed the outer sleeve to the hardcover away and put a red book cover over it. The kind of book cover that protects the book. You know…the book covers we used to buy in middle school so that each of our text books looked groovy. Yes, I used the word groovy. I was watching an episode of The Brady Bunch the other day and Greg called Marsha groovy. That’s probably where I got that just now.
Anyway.
The hardcover. It has a red book cover on it, but underneath it’s just a black book. It’s “BLANK and white” just like me. The paperback has a painting of the water, a sunset, and a ship which is representing one of the paintings Edgar Freemantle creates due to the itch in his missing arm. The paperback is what I want my life to be.
I think Florida might be that for me. It’ll be a cross between seeing a best friend and the water. The water that Edgar sees. Orlando could be my Duma Key. And it’s coming at the most opportune time. I won’t be there long and Lord knows I’ll show up there and wake up the next day and it will all be over, but I think when one is truly in need of something, it just…happens. It’s not luck. It’s just life happening in front of you.
Try not to blink.
-M.
Lovely.
OH.MY.GOD.
Way to sneak up on me 2013. You rascal, you.
My Cellar Doorians,
I’m throwing one last hoorah for 2012. The first half of it was a son of a bitch, but I made it through it. The last half was incredible and collectively held the most important events, decisions, moments, and chances that my life has accumulated thus far. Everything is successful if it’s something you either love or have put effort into. “It’s all success if it’s what you need. Do what you like and do it honestly.”
I’m on my weekly third shift right now with some down time and it feels like the perfect moment to reflect on the past year and what it has meant to me. I’d like to sincerely thank 2012 for everything. The world was mine this year and I’m leaving 2012 with the world before me. However, being that the year has ended…I will personally let go of the world and allow someone else to gather its joys and sorrows for the taking. It’s a big responsibility, but I’m sure you can handle it. After all…it’s just the world.
I learned this year that once you pay your dues and put in massive amounts of effort where effort is due…you will be handed what you’ve worked for on a silver plate. Napkins, silverware, appetizers, and a large beverage (preferably one with tequila) will be served throughout your hard work as well. Life is hardest when you least expect it and easiest when you desperately need it to be easy. God has a funny way of making things possible and impossible at the same time. It’s all about the knowledge and the Big Man has plenty of it if you’re willing to be his pupil. I’m forever in his debt. I’ve been so blessed.
Here’s my highlights for 2012 in no particular order (I’m sure I’ll forget many):
1. Going to the Edelman physics conference
2. Helping with tutoring my physics class
3. Passing my physics board
4. Walking for graduation with Gold honors
5. Bucket list items I crossed off: Obtain a college degree, hold hands with a stranger on a plane during takeoff, send a message in a bottle, eat pizza in Chicago, blog for a year straight, and I’m going to cross one more off because I’ve more than done so this year…save a life.
6. Going to concerts with Chris: Snow Patrol, Alanis Morissette (in Chicago), Alkaline Trio, Graham Colton, Kevin I-can’t-spell-or-pronounce-his-last-name-but-he-thinks-I’m-cute, Band of Horses, and I’m sure I’m forgetting other Ann Arbor local shows.
7. Seeing Meagan and Nicolas again
8. Getting my first career job at U of M
9. Seeing a burn victim for the first time and not fainting
10. Passing my vascular board
11. Planning for Noelle’s birth
13. Chris’s Christmas party of three
Favorite movies of 2012: Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Hunger Games, Saftey Not Guaranteed, The Raven, Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, and The Hobbit. I’m certain I’m forgetting many.
Favorite albums of 2012: Of Monsters and Men, Band of Horses, Gaslight Anthem, Imagine Dragons, Matt Skiba and the Sekrets, The Nighty Nite, The Hell, The Black Keys, Grouplove, The Lumineers, A Place to Bury Strangers, and Snow Patrol.
Things I’m looking forward to for 2013:
1. Going to the Harry Potter wizarding world in Orlando and getting to see Meagan again
2. Moving out
3. Possibly joining a traveling company
4. Seeing Muse and Gaslight Anthem two days in a row
5. Becoming an Aunt and welcoming little Noelle into the world
6. Crossing more items off my bucket list
2012 was my year. 2013 will be a new dawn.
Truly,
M.
Thank you to everyone who followed me on my journey for #92: Blog for a year straight. You’re the best Cellar Doorians one could ask for.
Someone find this guy for me. I’d like to marry him.
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