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Society’s Robot – Chapter 3

Life at Mr. Addison’s is conventional. Having been here for almost a month now, I am learning the daily goings-on of the house. For the past week, I have looked through the kitchen and noted everything I will get today on my trip to the market. Zach only eats organic foods, and they have to be farmed within a 300-mile radius of our home. The intricacies of his diet do not bother me; I think of it as exciting. I always loved going to the marketplace with Mother Ester, whenever she decided to take children with her. My treks to buy groceries remind me of those times.

Zach had told me, “My servants always have the best,” as his tailor measured my chest a few weeks ago. I leave the house on my way to the marketplace in my new purple knee-high sundress, with a sweetheart neckline. I feel so out of place, almost like I do not own it. The more I ponder, the more I realize I don’t.

Getting to know my fellow servants over these few weeks has been interesting. Philip, the butler, has worked at the Addison residence the longest, a few years before Zach was born. Rouge oversees cleaning the dishes and washing clothes for the residents. John is the mastermind behind the upkeep of the home, and he organizes everything Zach plans. Philip mentioned once that there were only male servants, which is nothing particularly unusual. It seems the late Mr. Logan Addison slept with the female servants when his wife was attending business elsewhere. Mrs. Malinda Addison never minded his infidelity; rather she minded his choice location, in the room to the left of Zach’s.

Philip spoke of Mrs. Addison’s hospitality, how she extended it to anyone who strolled into her castle. His voice trailed off while an unmistakable gleam shined in his brown pupils. He articulated more with his eyes than I have ever heard from any mouth. He would marry her if he could.

John pulls out an old bike to take to the market. I enjoy bikes far more than any stuffy car. With the beautiful weather and three-mile journey, the fresh air will be lovely. List gripped between my fingers, I leave eagerly for the market. Shopping combines relaxation and work. I always see people I grew up with, peculiar only because of the distance.

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“Zach only eats organic foods, and they have to be farmed within a 300-mile radius of our home. The intricacies of his diet do not bother me; I think of it as exciting.”

The smell of fresh bread and strawberry tarts replace the unmistakable stench of the roadside when I arrive at the marketplace. Walking around, looking at the fish and fruits and deciding on their quality, I can’t shake my mind from those strawberry tarts. I think I’ll buy some before I leave. I find myself surrounded by the separated booths of small businesses and bored, single women with riches to spare. Regardless of the disproportion in wealth, I’ve never noticed a difference in taste.

I keep to myself, showing my status as a servant. Mama Ester told me that you should never show any human emotion – wealthy owners know each other, and it’s dangerous if you upset the wrong person.
I’m unenthusiastic about going back to the Addison home after my charming day at the market. The open space is a breathtaking contrast to the jail cell feel of a home.

After setting the bike in the storage unit, I carry the groceries into the door closest to the kitchen. The bags are heavy, but I don’t mind labor; I’m used to it. Usually, when my hair gets into my face or I slam my head into the door frame, I just keep walking.

Walking into the house, I hear laughing from the sitting room. I know quickly it is Zach’s, in harmony with the laughter of a woman. I fear that I will not be working for a bachelor much longer. At 25, he is probably enjoying his evening with a woman he will marry and have too many children with. Then he will bombard the home with more servants like me. I’ll continue to hide in this lonely castle, or perhaps he will sell me before that happens. Don’t feel, don’t react, and don’t get attached to the stories told to me as a young servant. I sigh lightly and put my groceries in cabinets, remembering this mantra.

I’ve never experienced an attachment to anyone, except Mother Ester. You will always be attached to the woman who raised you. I know Zach is trying to make this a home for me, but this is not my home. My life is not a fairy tale. So lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed Zach standing next to me. He startles me when he says, “So, when did you get back?”

Looking over to him and placing a tomato on the counter, I reply, “A few minutes ago, sir. Not too long though.”

He nods his head and takes a seat on the counter, next to my groceries. He looks like a teenager waiting for advice from his mother.

In the unexpected silence, I continue to put away the food, his eyes following me as I travel along the spacious kitchen.

“You seem too comfortable doing this?” he says, breaking the silence with his curiosity.

I’m guessing by the sound of his voice he is confused why someone my age could be so comfortable shopping for a stranger, particularly after receiving nothing in return.

I retort with, “Well, I should. I’ve been doing this since I turned 15.” I don’t bother to look at his face; I already know it is one of absolute shock.

“But you were just a kid then, you couldn’t have possibly enjoyed your work?” Zach says.

I sigh and finish putting away the last of the groceries. One as affluent as Zach could never understand what I went through, just to end up someone’s servant. Taking this into consideration, I turn to Zach and say, “Look, I recognize you don’t understand. With no mom or dad to care for me, I was never a child. My life doesn’t seem perfect, because it’s not.” I place the grocery bags in a crate to be washed and used for the next market run.

“Please excuse me, Mr. Addison. I have much work to do,” I say to him and walk quickly to my room.

I collapse on my bed, realizing I had broken one of the rules.

Society’s Robot – Chapter 2

Sleep is a luxury to me, as it is frequently interrupted. As expected, Philip wakes me. Following him down the majestic wooden staircase, I see Mr. Addison waiting, tapping his foot on the beige carpet.

“What time did I fall asleep?” I ask Philip, trying to conjure a definite sense of time.

“Around nine,” he replies with certainty.

The large grandfather clock beside Mr. Addison reads 11:54. Judging by the lack of sun from the stained-glass windows overhead, I guess it’s nighttime. I suddenly remember why I could fall asleep. I grew bored, as I am not familiar with having nothing to attend. I take the valuable time to rest, physically and mentally.

The man waiting in his dining room appears no older than I. His dark hair looks to have never grown past his chin. His five o’clock shadow leaves me struggling to guess his age.

“Mr. Addison, this is Miss Richards, your new servant,” Philip introduces me, and Mr. Addison turns slightly, showing me his entire face.

I stare into his rainforest-green eyes and notice a scar sitting over his left eye.

“Ah, yes. Thank you, Philip, you can retire for the night.” Mr. Addison smiles.

Philip bows his head, walks to the back of the house, leaving Mr. Addison and me with only ourselves. As I try to avoid Mr. Addison’s gaze, I notice a flower pattern running along the room, stopping at each doorframe.

“My mother’s idea,” Mr. Addison noted. I blush because he notices my avoidance.

Mr. Addison must remember his mother by the framework; he stares at it reverently. “She adored flowers and convinced my father to have them all over. The only thing more dear to her heart were her children,” he says.

I nod my head slowly and clench my clasped hands.

“Please sit, Miss Richards,” he says while pointing to the chair behind me.

With a light chuckle, he grabs the plates nearest to him and walks toward me. “You are the first servant to have been close to my age since my parents were here,” he tells me as I watch for the subtle signs of permission to speak.

My eyes grow large as I notice him setting a full plate in front of him and me. I can’t help but salivate as I wait to be invited to eat.

“Hopefully you won’t find me a bad employer. I haven’t noticed any gossip from my servants,” he says playfully.

I nod my head in response and play with the hem of my shirt.

“Oh right… um, you may do as you please, Miss Richards. It’s only when there are others around that I will ask you to act appropriately,” he says matter-of-factly, like a schoolboy attempting to be the head-of-the-house.

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“Following him down the majestic wooden staircase, I see Mr. Addison waiting, tapping his foot on the beige carpet.”

I feel safer now, having been shown kindness, and I start to eat some of the food. For almost twenty minutes, we eat in silence, I having no desire to talk and he appreciating my company. I catch him sizing me up, playing guessing games with my history. I imagine him asking if I had been abused before and that’s why I do not speak. The less complex answer is I have nothing to say.

“I have one rule, Miss Richards,” he says, wiping his mouth with a cloth napkin. “Call me Zach, never Mr. Addison.”

I nod slightly, taking in the one rule. Zach sighs casually, sitting back to look me over. I see no point in looking back so I finish my meal. I eat until I can’t anymore; this is the largest meal I’ve eaten in the last year! My last home was beautiful until the master’s son took over, treating me like the servant I am. He refused me food but always stood behind his parent’s rule: never beat a female servant.

“Tell me something about you, Miss Richards,” Zach requests. He supports his chin with calmly fisted hands, resting his elbows on the marble table.

Tell me something about you….I haven’t the slightest clue of what to say. Nothing about myself could be as interesting as the man in front of me.

Playing copycat, I reply, “I like being called Cassie.”

He nods respectfully. “Okay, Cassie, what do I need to know about you?” Zach says, trying to dig deeper.

“I’m allergic to lemon juice and bees,” I say as I remember Mother Ester telling me that notifying owners of allergies is always a good idea if you have nothing else to mention.

He says, “Good thing I hate lemon juice and my gardener keeps bees away from the roses after spring.” He chuckles lightly.

“I also like to read.”

He leans forward, straightening his posture. “Maybe one night a week you can sit with me in my study and read before we go to bed,” he says with a smile.

My grin seems to overpower his as I reply, “I would like that, Mr. Zach.”

He pats my hand lightly and says, “Rogue will get these things for us, but I’ve had a long day. I assume you have too.” He stands and sets the dishes neatly atop one another.

He’s right. Leaving North Carolina that early in the morning after having served my previous home’s party, arriving at my new place, and meeting my master has drained me.

“Yes, Zach, you’re right,” I murmur and stand up, pushing my chair in.

“Good night Cassandra.”

I bow, returning the good night, and retire to my bedroom. I decide Mr. Addison is a sweet, gentle man. However, as a veteran servant, I know first impressions can be deceiving.

Why You Shouldn’t Be Dreading Valentine’s Day

On a college campus, attitudes towards Valentine’s Day can range from gleeful to bitter and everything in between. The annual holiday, affectionately dubbed “Singles Awareness Day” by some, tends to harshly divide college students into two groups of people: those who have a significant other and those who do not. But romantic love isn’t the only type of love that exists; if you are spending the day without a significant other, that does not mean you are unloved in the world.

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“Romantic love isn’t the only type of love that exists.” Photo from: www.theinvictusgroupinc.files.wordpress.com

Unfortunately for us native English speakers, we only have one word for love which leads to its cheapening and overuse. The Ancient Greeks had many different words to describe the various types of love that can exist.  One of these types that the Greeks valued most is philia, or the love that stems from a deep friendship. In the understanding of the Ancient Greeks, this word referred to the love shared between brothers in arms on the battlefield. While the majority of us have not experienced literal warfare, we still understand the importance of someone who is there for you when you need them the most.

By that definition, your best friend or friends can be your valentine. Your pet can be your valentine. Your favorite family member can be your valentine.  You can be your own valentine. All of the above can be your valentines! And while romantic love can be an incredible experience, it is not the end-all achievement for the various types of love that life has to offer.

Regardless of how you spend it, I hope that you have a very Happy Valentine’s Day this Tuesday, and you know that you are loved.

“There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.”

― F. Scott Fitzgerald

Life-Drawing

Behind a locked door,

I can only think about

Simple compass circles,

And I am forced to steady my mind.

 

Your forest eyes follow me –

Will she? Will she really do this?

Slowly, I pull off one sleeve and then another.

You take me at my word,

Settling on a pose.

“Are you sure you can stay still?”

Are you sure? Are you sure you want this?

I nod, lounging across your pillow.

 

Every curve and crease

Drifts onto blank paper.

It’s the first you’ve worked me out

In pencil lines and ebony charcoal –

I couldn’t draw as you do.

You’d laugh at my sloppy lines

And squiggled fingers.

Artists scrutinize every motion,

But it’s better to lie here, still,

Soaking in sun through the cracks in your blinds.

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The Burial, Photo from http://alexandra-sophie.fr/the-burial

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You capture the feel of my skin,

The light that strikes my eyes,

And the thump of my heart.

I am merely lines and shadows

To a cross-hatched world in your mind.

 

Finally, work ceases.

You move to me

With shaking hands.

I grasp hold of each,

Pulling you to me,

And close my eyes to feeling.

Being a single hopeless romantic

I’ve always been a huge hopeless romantic. I get butterflies in my stomach when I watch romantic comedies and dream of the day I look out my window and see the man of my dreams holding a boombox over his head, or the day when I wake up married for the first time to someone who’s my best friend.

Maybe I have a terribly unrealistic idea of what romance and true love are supposed to be like. Every relationship I’ve ever been in has had moments that Nicolas Sparks couldn’t even write up, but they definitely don’t fit into that perfect romance novel.

Someone like me, who dreams of romance and the idea of spoiling and being spoiled by someone I love, you’d think that romance would be my specialty. However, you couldn’t be more wrong. I’m actually terrible at relationships, or at least at getting them started and off the ground. Sometimes when I’m attracted to someone, I have a difficult time gauging their intentions. As a result, some guys are scared off by me because I’m more committal than they’re ready for.

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“In the mean time, she’s going to have to be patient because being single doesn’t mean my life is on hold while I search for Mr. Right.”

I’ve been single for about a year now, and it’s been weird. I still miss having someone to text me in the morning and wish me a good day, I miss fun adventures and spontaneous kisses and affection in general. I miss having someone who knows me better than anyone and who I share my dreams and deepest, darkest secrets with. Relationships can be so fun and rewarding when they’re happy and healthy.

However, my inner hopeless romantic is still somewhere deep in me with flowers in her hand patiently waiting for someone else’s inner hopeless romantic to stop by and fulfill all she’s dreamed of. In the mean time, she’s going to have to be patient because being single doesn’t mean my life is on hold while I search for Mr. Right.

When you’re a single hopeless romantic it can be frustrating trying to date and shop around to find someone who fits you. From my experience, going out and actively looking for Mr. or Mrs. Right never works and it can affect the rest of your life. Being in a relationship isn’t the most important thing, even when that inner hopeless romantic is screaming for love and affection. The one great thing about being single is that you have a lot of extra time on your hands. If you’re fresh out of a relationship, it can feel odd not spending your time texting or communicating with your significant other. This may be depressing initially but once you start filling that time with things that make you happy, such as exercise or creating something amazing, you’ll fill the hole left by your ex-lover in no time.

I’ve found that many times, great relationships come when you least expect them. So rather than picking petals off of daisies and waiting around for someone who fits you, work on yourself. Flowers bloom when you water them, so keep taking care of yourself and enjoy the blossoms that come out of it. If someone happens to like them, they’ll come to you. If someone comes along and wants to change your blossoms, have enough strength and confidence to not change your “flowers” for someone else, or else you’ll never be happy with yourself or your relationships.

Don’t put a price on your love

Valentine’s Day is a day to celebrate your love for the people in your life. It’s a day, specifically for your significant other, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be. Valentine’s Day is a day that can either be fun or miserable and it’s up to you which road you want to take.

I know all of the single people out there get lectured by their friends in relationships about how it doesn’t have to be a sad day, how it can be cute and fun to hang out with your other single friends, but I know you’re thinking “well of course you can say that. You have a boyfriend/girlfriend. You have someone to love and be with on the most romantic day of the year.” But Valentine’s Day doesn’t have to be strictly romantic. It can be about showing your love for the people who stick by you through all of your ups and downs, who love you when you think no one else can. Those are the people who should be celebrated on this Valentine’s Day.

You can share tots with anyone, not just a romantic interest. Photo from Pinterest
You can share tots with anyone, not just a romantic interest. Photo from Pinterest

Valentine’s Day is the type of holiday that is simply made to get people to buy things. The consumer industry made this day up so people in relationships will buy the flowers and the chocolates and the giant stuffed teddy bears in order to show the one they love that they care. It’s designed to put a price on love, to show that if I buy you 12 dozen roses it means that you love your significant other more than the person who could only afford one.

But what happens when you love someone so much, more than you could even describe, but unfortunately, your wallet isn’t as big as your love is? You begin to feel inferior and insecure because you can’t buy the one you love all the things on Valentine’s Day that you think they deserve. Your significant other sees all of their friends whose boyfriends or girlfriends were able to buy them the big bouquets and giant stuffed animals while you’re left sitting at home feeling guilty for not being able to do those things for the person you love. That’s what Valentine’s Day does to people.

On this Valentine’s Day, don’t put a price on your love. You and your significant other deserve better than that. Spend quality time together, watch a movie. You can celebrate your love without spending money. Be happy. Be in love. Don’t worry about the rest of it.

3 simple rules for thriving in a relationship with an ambivert

Ambiverts are a strange bunch. We may spend one weekend out, surrounded by friends, and the next in a hobbit-hole far  from  human contact.

Being an ambivert means living with the constant battle between being a social butterfly and crawling under a rock to be  alone with our thoughts. We contain both the traits of an introvert and an extrovert.

Being an ambivert has both positive and negative sides. However, living with an ambivert can be extremely difficult as we lack complete consistency in our daily personality. There are three simple things to consider when dating or befriending an introvert.

  1. Don’t take what we say or do personally

The social butterfly who was taking shots and dancing on tables last weekend may not be there this weekend, but don’t feel that it’s because you did anything wrong. Ambiverts go through completely inconsistent phases of wanting to be social and wanting to be alone. Because of this, we may come off as moody and antisocial, although we were previously talkative and wanted to be surrounded by people.

If you’re friends with or dating an ambivert, it’s incredibly important not to take our mixed signals personally. We may have issues communicating our feelings and come off as harsh. In my experience of dating a fellow ambivert, I’ve had to learn not to be insulted when he comes home mentally exhausted after work. Ambiverts may want to be left alone after a long day of class or work. It’s not because we are annoyed by your presence; we simply need time to decompress and recover from the exhausting task of being a people-person all day.

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“If you’re friends with or dating an ambivert, it’s incredibly important not to take our mixed signals personally.” Photo by: Caroline Leggett

 

  1. Give us space

Living in small quarters with an ambivert probably isn’t a great idea. When I lived in an apartment where I was often forced to speak to my roommate the moment I walked through the door, I had a difficult time being friendly.

Ambiverts exert a lot of energy into their daily business, whether that be work or school. Although being around people feels natural and comfortable, we may find ourselves more exhausted than we planned  after prolonged social interactions. Because of this, we need our own personal space. I’ve found that my room is my space  to decompress when I get home. Others may choose to take a shower or work quietly in their office in order to recover from the day’s events. If we ask for our space, again, don’t take it personally.

  1. Don’t advertise the relationship

Whether you’re dealing with a romantic partner who’s an ambivert or a best friend, we tend to be embarrassed by too much PDA. We may partake in some PDA, but don’t be insulted when we don’t want to hold hands or make our relationship “Facebook official.”

The reason ambiverts don’t like PDA is because we don’t like the assumptions and questions from outsiders. We want things to be simple and not have others butting into our business.

Having a relationship or friendship with an ambivert may not be the easiest thing, but a relationship with us is likely more personal and one-on-one. We believe that extroverted relationships begin to involve others and can complicate things. We prefer to keep things low-key — not because we’re embarrassed, but because we would rather have a close, meaningful and private relationship with those we choose to associate with.

If I Stay sucker punches you with the feels

Mia Hall had a “normal” teenager’s life. She had two mature but rebellious parents who encouraged her to leave the protective circle that her cello makes and be a free spirit. However, the free and rebellious nature that originates from her parents seemed to skip her generation and implant in her younger brother. Mia is a girl who walks the halls unseen by her fellow peers until a local rocker boy stumbles upon her playing her Cello. There are moments in life that disrupt the calm surface of our lives and Adam, our rocker boy, was the rock that sent ripples through Mia’s life.

Mia's moment of shock. Graphic from Reelz reviews
Mia’s moment of shock. Graphic from Reelz reviews

“If I Stay” is a heart wrenching movie that leaves the audience in a whirlwind of emotion. The movie follows Mia Hall whose life was flung off course after her and her family were in a fatal car accident. Comatose, Mia must choose whether to live a drastically different life, or to die. Mia struggles with the choice as she relives her past and witnesses the turmoil the car accident left in its wake. As the movie progresses, Mia’s flashbacks begin to piece together the events leading up to the accident. The past and present tear Mia in two, making it difficult to choose life or death. As more pieces of the puzzle fall into place, a mature and romantic love story develop between Mia and Adam. The audience witnesses the gradual change in the characters as they grow out of their shells and face problems that threaten their fervent relationship.

The flow of events are enhanced by the chemistry between the actors and actresses. Chloe Moretz (Mia) and Jamie Blackley (Adam) work very well together and make the love between the characters very believable. The movie contained scenes that were both tearful and humorous. The entire audience are able to relate to the film whether it be from the witty banter between young characters or the love and protectiveness a parent has for his or her child.  The depiction of Mia’s out of body experience is extraordinarily done. The scenes showed the physical manifestation of “the light” and how Mia struggles over its underlying meaning. In this YA story, both turmoil and peace embed themselves leaving the audience satiable but yet unsatisfied. The final seen will answer the question of life or death but leave the audience wanting for more. Could there be the sequeal (Where she Went) in the works? Let’s all hope so!

Guardians of Galaxy wins the summer box office

The Guardians of the Galaxy, not just another sic-fi movie. Graphic from IMDB
The Guardians of the Galaxy, not just another sic-fi movie. Graphic from IMDB

All right everyone, it’s time to smash our piggy banks again and go out to see the most recent big Marvel movie, “Guardians of the Galaxy.” As usual, the story follows some well-known formulas. We peer into the life of a misunderstood, yet hunky, main character, much like our good Captain Kirk. There’s always some new girl he’s been showing up with throughout the galaxy and he, along with his crew, has the fate of a planet resting on his shoulders.

Although this new movie falls under the Marvel name, it felt like it took a little bit more time to go through the motions. The audience is really able to piece together through the movie what made Star Lord the leading man. Not only that, but unlike Kirk’s crew in the new “Star Trek” movies, each crew member was given a chance to show their own motivations, giving us time to care.

This film was able to take us back as listeners with its older music, which complemented much of the style that was more “comic book” than newer, flashy science fiction, while holding onto the aliens and big space ships. Many scenes seemed to jump right off of the screen; each environment the characters were put in was visually beautiful and interesting.

Despite all of the new efforts going into emotional development and attachment, there was a scene that was somehow disconnected. Again, this is where we come back to the problem of the love stories in Marvel movies. It was hard to digest and seemed almost random in the flow of the story. Even though we weren’t given much time to understand this or gain an interest, it was sort of thrown into the background. Only a sequel will be able to try and make sense of where this could possibly go.

Overall, there were a few lags in the story, but they were worth it to see what would happen to the characters that had been brought to life by more than just animation, but by the writing. The villains were power-hungry thugs, as usual, but they were ruthless enough to be cool. This movie makes an impact with its comic book humor and style.

3.5/5 Stars

Highlanders Anonymous: Romance! Also gay bars!

I’m a gay guy who has a boyfriend on campus. We’ve only been together for a few months. I feel like he doesn’t really care about me, but he does things that he can use to show he does. He just doesn’t say anything, or try nearly as hard as I do in our relationship. Am I being crazy?

Well, that depends. Continue reading Highlanders Anonymous: Romance! Also gay bars!

The friend zone: You’re there for a reason

I am so tired of guys complaining about being put in the friend zone.

As a woman with … let’s call it ambiguous sexuality, it makes me mad to hear guys complain about how they’re “too nice” to find someone. It’s not true. The thing is, many women will tell a guy he’s “too nice” in order to avoid hurting his feelings when she’s not interested in him. Yes, it sucks, but it makes a lot of sense.

Continue reading The friend zone: You’re there for a reason

Should we love love movies?

As Rose lay upon a large picture frame that was “only made for one,” Jack whispered the words that, to this day, moves females to tears…

Rose: I love you, Jack.
Jack: Don’t you do that, don’t say your good-byes. Not yet, do you understand me?
Rose: I’m so cold.
Jack: Listen, Rose. You’re gonna get out of here, you’re gonna go on and you’re gonna make lots of babies, and you’re gonna watch them grow. You’re gonna die an old…an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?
Rose: I can’t feel my body.
Jack: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me. It brought me to you. And I’m thankful for that, Rose. I’m thankful. You must do me this honor. Promise me you’ll survive. That you won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.
Rose: I promise.
Jack: Never let go.
Rose: I’ll never let go, Jack. I’ll never let go.

In my opinion, romantic movies aren’t girls’ “chocolate for the eyes.” Romantic movies give girls the wrong impression about love. With such high expectations, girls are not happy with their relationships. Continue reading Should we love love movies?

Bad Date Brad: Part two

“So,” he said with a smirk, “What do you want to know about me?” I was completely taken aback. How do you answer a question like that? I wanted to say, “Nothing, thanks for the coffee, bye.”

I realized my mouth had been hanging open for nearly a minute. I had to think of something to say before he took my stunned silence as flattery.

Graphic by Katie Gibson.
Graphic by Katie Gibson.

“Oh,uh, I don’t know. Tell me something interesting about yourself,” I said.

He took a large breath as if he were about to recite a speech and replied, Continue reading Bad Date Brad: Part two

Book review: The fault in our stars

The Fault in Our Stars is John Green at his best – emotional and gripping, with witty characters and a story that keeps you glued to the book until the end. The book follows a terminal cancer patient named Hazel Lancaster as she falls in love and learns important lessons about life, death and dreams. It is, as Markus Zusak says, “A novel of life and death and the people caught in between.”

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A touching story about a terminal cancer patient named Hazel Lancaster who learns about life, death and everything in between. Photo by Creative Commons.

However, some readers may not like the somber tone of the story. Most of the main characters are either dying or debilitated, or related to those who are. With that in mind, let’s delve deeper into the story. Continue reading Book review: The fault in our stars

Valentine’s Day movie recommendations

Valentine’s Day is here and — as always — expectations are high. Watching a movie for a date may seem cliché but it’s cliché for a reason; it works. Yes these movies set unrealistic standards for what love is, but that’s what makes them so great. To dream, hope and be entertained. So grab your special someone, curl up and get lost in some of the greatest date movies that will make this Hallmark holiday a little extra special. Continue reading Valentine’s Day movie recommendations

How to be a single lady on Valentine’s Day

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Chocolate: one way to a woman’s heart. Photo from Creative Commons.

We’ve all been single on Valentine’s Day at one point, and it can be depressing if you don’t celebrate it the right way. Here are some tips for making a usually gloomy holiday into one you can enjoy and remember. Continue reading How to be a single lady on Valentine’s Day