Popcorn and Babies.

Well. Where to start. I've been MIA lately for numerous reasons. The first being I am utterly exhausted. The last day I had off from both the theatre and the daycare was Wednesday, June 7th, and my next full day off (from both) will be sometime the week of July 3rd. Between theatre rentals and babysitting jobs (on top of working at the theatre or daycare the same day), extra shifts at the daycare, you might as well have fed me coffee intravenously. However, I will survive.

What am I doing when I'm not pouring my sweat and blood into working? I'm watching Grey's Anatomy. Yes, I know. I'm so far behind, but Dawn said it best, "welcome to the obsession". I was so hung up on the first season that HJ at work offered to bring me in a copy of the second season (which I'm usually not for, but I'm so addicted to this show I need to know what happens! Plus with 27 episodes, I'd never get caught up when it was actually released before third season begins in September). I think I've cried during absolutely every episode. But in particular, the last one I watched, Episode 4 Season 2. The one where Cristina lost her baby and Meredith's mother was admitted. Among my top favorite characters are Cristina, Burke, Alex, and of course, Shepard (which people are amazed to find out but I don't like Meredith all that much, so I'm okay).

Anyways, I'm sure you guys are all bored with my GA talk, so I'll stop it now. I have to go to bed anyways.

I may be a bit behind, but I'm determined to catch up.

It's like reading a book that you can't put down. But you don't want to keep reading because you never want it to end.
In this case, I never want stop watching it, but I never want it to end.
I finished the first season today. I'm going to watch the second season before the third starts in the fall. I've found a new love.

The Time Traveler's Wife

Everyone in my family reads. It's no wonder that I do. I remember summer afternoons spent in the library, searching for books to bring home, my weeks spent reading. School nights not being able to deny myself one more chapter. Winter evenings curled in a chair, or on a couch. Late nights buried under my covers. Every so often I come across a book that grabs my attention and I quickly read it, anxious to know the ending.

While I was in England, Jody sent home a book titled The Time Traveler's Wife for John to read. While he's currently reading another book, last week I decided I would pick it up and give it a try. In the begining I was very confused. I couldn't understand the concept of the novel and I was about ready to put the book down and forget about it. However, I kept at it. Never have I read a book that I've been so unwilling to put down. Or so able to forget and ignore all that is going on around me. Chapter after chapter I became immensed in what I can only describe as a web of blissful confusion. The more I tried to understand the concept of what the book was about, the more lost I became. However, the further into it I got, the more in love I fell with the characters. I felt like I knew them, that their lives were actually real. I spent most of the time reading this book feeling sad for the characters. The ending had me sobbing with tears. And yet I couldn't put it down. Although it was hard to understand, it was intensly convincing. Every emotion felt by the characters was felt by me.

I'm incredibly happy that Jody sent this book home. I'm estatic that I've read it. I cannot remember the last time I read a book that I've enjoyed quite this much. I recommend it to everyone. I can't wait to read it again.