Good Morning, Neverland

Here is a summation of my life in the past month in the form of a highly repetitive list:

Work
Sleep
School
Work
Do silly things with Michelle
Work
Sleep
Dance

That's the long and short of it. One thing that I did do this week other than those things is cut my own hair. Eek! It's all gone now. I thought I would have regrets, but so far it's been four days or so and I've never looked back. I guess I just really didn't like having to deal with that old bramble.

Ooh! Another thing. I've been reading the Shadowmarch series by Tad Williams. So far I'm on the third book, Shadowrise, and it's freaking intense. I mean, you'd think that with a four-piece series where each book is 700+ pages long, there'd be some time to sit back and get bored, but maaan. I've bitten my fingernails down to the quick. It's taken me a couple of weeks to get to the third book due to a lot of other stuff I've been doing, but if it was like the Days of Old, I would have pushed all other priorities away and eaten those things up in a matter of days. I never thought I would become one of those people who doesn't have the time to read what they want when they want. The realisation that I'm on my way there is an unhappy one. However, it makes me value my reading time more, so that's something. So anyway, if you happen to like extremely long, extremely involved fantasy books and can muster enough interest in them to actually keep track of all the characters without having to look in the index whenever you come across a name you know you should know, then by all means, go read Shadowmarch. The language is possibly more dated than J.R.R. Tolkien, but it's also easier to understand. And there aren't any conlangs, which could be good or bad depending on how hardcore a fantasy reader you are. One thing I really liked about Shadowmarch is that it has its own races, instead of the standard dwarves, elves and fairies. Those get old after a while.

Today on the radio I heard a funny interview that Justin Bieber had in Britain where he couldn't understand the guy who was asking the questions because of his British accent. Haha. You know that little ghetto-girl voice he puts on? Something about him going "What?" several times and laughing apologetically a bit was really hilarious. Anyway. In honor of Canadians, I give you a Canadian comic! Not by me, regrettably.

-Amy

EDIT: Had to fix the link, and also correct myself that the interviewer was not British, he was in fact from New Zealand. An unforgivable mistake on my part. Sorry, Bret.