Pregled posta

In this book a politician comes to a necromancer for the ability to make a campaign promise no one can match, in the middle of a war the ability to raise soldiers from the dead in unresistable. But as their partnership continues the two fail to see eye to eye and eventually go to war with each other. The necromancer's army of the undead goes against the politician's well trained military for a civil war like no one has ever seen before. While all this is going on we also discover a small compound creating a society all their own, recreating Victorian England as a backdrop for a murder game and a fake vampire.

In this book a politician comes to a necromancer for the ability to make a campaign promise no one can match, in the middle of a war the ability to raise soldiers from the dead in unresistable. But as their partnership continues the two fail to see eye to eye and eventually go to war with each other. The necromancer's army of the undead goes against the politician's well trained military for a civil war like no one has ever seen before. While all this is going on we also discover a small compound creating a society all their own, recreating Victorian England as a backdrop for a murder game and a fake vampire.

August... 14th. 2010. And very late.
Previously, on Taylor's life: Taylor prepared to spend a few days with Ray while worrying about his trip home. How would it affect her? she wondered. Would things get harder? Taylor struggled with her emotions, and we last left her on her way to see Raymond...

So basically I had a really good last two days with Ray. Day 90 I don't remember much. But Day 91 was fun: we found a stray pit bull pup outside the apartments and did all kinds of errands running to different vets to see if she had a microchip and to get her checked up and making sure she was healthy. Eventually we found her a home, though not her original owner, and we were all glad she was safe.
That was Ray's last night before he left for Reno.
Now, Day 92 was a beast. I mean, this was a day to end all days, seriously.
First off, I woke up at the buttcrack 3:30 AM to help Ray make sure he had all his things. Then we were all of us arguing about which was the fastest/best way to take to the airport. When Ray and I got to the airport even an hour and a half earlier than needed, the line for security was freaking all the way back to the check-in and so I couldn't stay with him for a few minutes to say goodbye. So, already my day blows and it's not even 5 AM yet. I head on my way home, totally forgetting that I'm on the tollway. I don't have a single lick of change on me at ALL. So... I freak out. And I pull up to the window and ask the woman if I can pay with a card because I'm stupid and don't know the ways of the world. She rolls her ugly eyes around and scribbles on a sheet of paper, then hands it to me. I got home and read the paper which told me I had three days to write a check or money order to the Houston Transportation blah blah blah for ONE DOLLAR AND FIFTY CENTS. Why the HELL can't I just stick a dollar and two quarters in an envelope??? I don't freaking get that. Well, that was bad enough, but then... I realize I have no idea where my checks are. I haven't used a check in like... 837 years. No idea where they are. And since I wasn't planning on telling mom about this whole thing, I was freaking out--because the only way to pay it was to ask her to write a check for me. I told her... and she flipped on me. It was such a little thing but still so bizarre. So later on in the day, I decide to cheer myself up by going to walmart and buying the second season of True Blood since I finished the first and had been dying to find out the answer to the cliffhanger of season one. I get there, browse, get my stuff, and go to the checkout line. The self-checkout is always easier for me so I found one and rang up my items. True Blood is an HBO thing, so it's along the lines of a Rated R movie: you have to be 17 to buy one. This tiny girl working the self scan comes up to me (she couldn't have been a day older than 17 or so) and asks for my ID. I comb through my purse; no ID. Where the hell is it!? Oh, that's right. It's at home. On my bed. Because before I left for Ray's I took out cash at the bank to give to mom and left the ID in the envelope with the cash. That's right. Greeeaaat. The girl would NOT believe me when I told her my age. I was like, "Are you serious? It's not even tobacco or alcohol, it's freaking True Blood. I swear I'm 20 years old, not even close to a young 17 year old, you're seriously not going to sell me this??" That hoe made me drive home to get my ID before she would sell me the movie. OMFG I wanted to punch her. And when I came back and showed her my birthdate, she was like, "Ohhhhmygosh, I'm soooo sorry." Yeah. You better be.

I'm too tired and pissed to do anything, but I think I watched an episode maybe. Anyway, work came later. And that was actual hell. This shift leader guy was a complete jackwagon to me because he wouldn't let me go home even though A) we had four people that night B) it was the night BEFORE truck night, meaning there's nothing to do, and C) ALL FOUR OF US WERE STANDING AROUND DOING NOTHING. And he wouldn't let me leave. He's like two years older than me. Seriously dude. He also personally attacked me and my character which was so uncalled for in the situation. I was so pissed. So not only was I close to tears because of Ray leaving and everything else that happened that day, but then this jerk goes and spouts his demon words at me... I just couldn't stop the crying after that. And I made sure he saw me bawling my eyes out before he left. GAH that was the worst day.

So the next day was pretty uneventful. I worked another overnight, big surprise. That morning, Day 93, I slept until around noon and then ran some school errands for mom. I left my phone charger somewhere and can't find it, my guess is the apartment, but I was planning on driving to Krystal's to look for it that day. Instead, mom took me to bed bath and beyond and bought me some things for school, among them a dock/radio/alarm/charger station for my phone! So that's taken care of and s

I was lucky enough to spend last Christmas with my girlfriends family in Pennsylvania. The state is well enough positioned on the east coast that we were able to do a few road trips to different states and see some of the contrasts between Harrisburg, PA (where we were stationed) and New York city.

We were there just a couple of days before New years eve and just a day or so after a huge snow storm hit a lot of the east coast. New York was hit badly but I wasn't too fussed because I had the clothes for it and I always wanted to see New York in the snow, especially around Christmas time.

We began our trip by driving to Trenton, NJ where we would park the car and get a train to Penn station. As we took the exit from the turnpike, we were greeted by a homeless man holding a sign, begging on the exit ramp! I am not making any judgements on the homeless, but I am sure it wasn't the kind of welcome Trenton would want to give to tourists as they come into the city. I would also imagine that the drug addict who chased our car down the street when our GPS gave us wrong directions wouldn't be a poster boy for the city either. Needless to say, when we parked in a large, multi-storey car park in a run-down area near the train station, I was not looking forward to coming back at night to pick up the car.

The train journey to New York went relatively smoothly until a woman found a large diamond ring on the floor of the train. Being a good Samaritan she walked up and down the carriage to see if she could find the owner. She suspected that it may have belonged to a couple who had just walked through to the next carriage. As she went to walk through she was confronted by a very large and very loud woman who refused to let her go past. She said something along the lines of, "Aint no way I'm watching you walk up and down every carriage with that ring. Damn, girl keep it for yourself". At this point she snatched the ring from the woman's hand and tried to stuff it into her pocket explaining that finders should be keepers. She was obnoxious and plain wrong. This drama went on for quite a while before the woman was finally allowed to go past and give the ring to its rightful owner. This commotion also took the attention off of the magnificent New York skyline as it came into view. I wasn't happy.

Sadly, the combination of a stressful mornings travel, the train incident, getting into trouble for standing at the wrong end of a counter in a diner and one or two other things put me into a pretty bad mood. We also found that the snow, which has nowhere to go in a city like New York had just been ploughed onto the pavements making it almost single file along one of the highest populated cities in the world during a major tourist season. Bin services had obviously been affected as bags from shops lay burst in the snow with their contents providing yet more obstacles for the pedestrians to deal with. Needless to say, while we were single file, tip-toeing through the snow, slush and trash, the locals were pretty vocal in telling us to get the hell out of their way.

I had hoped to use the exchange rate to buy myself a new camera over there, when I went into a shop enquiring about the D7000, I was told it would cost me $3000 and when I asked him if he had made a pricing mistake he told me, quite rudely, that I didn't know anything about cameras and should go to best buy.

We spent the day trying to cram in as much of the city as we could in a day from Rockefeller centre to battery park (where we could just make out the statue of liberty) and all of the other touristy sights in between.

I had a terrible time in New York that day and when the sun started to set at battery park I asked Meghan if we could go home. She asked if I had seen everything I wanted to see and I said something along the lines of "Aye, tall buildings everywhere, I think I get the point". I then left thinking that I hated New York, but I later realised that this was not true. I mean how can you hate New York? It's a metropolis, if you don't like one district and scene then simply try another. It is really amazing how a few small, negative incidents can happen and you instantly know it will be a bad day. As if the whole world has just conspired against you.

The above picture is my favourite picture of the ones I took in New York. For me, just looking at it rekindled my interest in the city and desire to go back and experience it properly one day. I can then judge it properly instead of on one bad day racing up and down Manhattan. I was interested enough to book another trip there with Meghan when I am next in the states, a longer and less stressful trip I think.

I will check my first impressions at the airport and let the city wash over me. I want to be awed and inspired but most of all, I hope that there is no snow storms in April!