When I Was 13
The rain has kept me indoors for the entirety of my US Labor Day weekend which just really sucks---somewhat. For the entire three days I have been stuck in bed sleeping, and it doesn't even help that I have been eating in between those cat naps. I bet my waistline has grown more than an inch since Saturday.
There was so much I had planned for my long weekend, that being getting the new bed (we finally found the perfect bed, huzzah) and closet delivered, buying pillows, having the new room's window's screens attached and renewing my passport (which was supposed to be today, except that the government had to make every dying person's burial in the islands a special holiday which made my long weekend useless). Hmpft. I just really had to rant about that one. I am so sore about other people abusing someone else's power for their own evil intentions. Gah!
The erratic downpour didn't help either so everything had to be canceled for the meantime. It's almost 5pm and I'm still stuck wearing the shirt I slept in last night (pardon the grossness, I did take a shower before going to bed last night if it's any consolation).
I took a chance on a NBS sale on my way home from work Friday night. I found this and have been on if I wasn't asleep, that is. Heeh.
There was so much I had planned for my long weekend, that being getting the new bed (we finally found the perfect bed, huzzah) and closet delivered, buying pillows, having the new room's window's screens attached and renewing my passport (which was supposed to be today, except that the government had to make every dying person's burial in the islands a special holiday which made my long weekend useless). Hmpft. I just really had to rant about that one. I am so sore about other people abusing someone else's power for their own evil intentions. Gah!
The erratic downpour didn't help either so everything had to be canceled for the meantime. It's almost 5pm and I'm still stuck wearing the shirt I slept in last night (pardon the grossness, I did take a shower before going to bed last night if it's any consolation).
I took a chance on a NBS sale on my way home from work Friday night. I found this and have been on if I wasn't asleep, that is. Heeh.
It's basically about a 13 year old girl who learns how to read (thru stealing some books, thus the title) amidst the chaos of the Holocaust. There really is more to it than just the protagonist learning how to read thru the efforts of her equally literate challenged foster father but I would have to say that the first few parts of the book, where she painstakingly learns how to read in the wee hours of the morning side by side her tired father just hits the spot.
I'm barely halfway thru since I've been dozing half the time but I do commend Zusak's writing style and how the author chose Death to be the narrator of the story. And no, it's nothing like Anne Frank.
Aside from sleeping and the book read in between, I have been constantly online going through Style Rookie, a blog by a 13 year old girl named Tavi. She's just made of awesome and neither does she sound like a whiny kid blooming out of puberty. You'd be amused by her fashion and her two cents on things. It's almost unbelievable how good she writes. Hats off, seriously.
Reading fragmented life stories from two very different teenage points of view got me thinking: What did I do when I was 13? I can barely remember. It was a far cry from these two kiddies, that's for sure. Nothing complicated, and very much fortunate compared to those born during the time of Nazi Germany, and definitely nothing as fashunable as Tavi's.
All I know is that it was my first year of high school and I had a big crush on my now husband, who had to transfer to a science school because he thought he was just too smart for an ordinary school. Har har. The hubby would kill me for this.
Yes, boring as toast. Let me look it up in the crevices of my now dilapidated memory box. I know I kept a diary, in fact I kept tons. I think I have at least 6 full notebooks of lame puberty angst. Let me check on that and get back with you.
How was life when you were 13? Spill!
All I know is that it was my first year of high school and I had a big crush on my now husband, who had to transfer to a science school because he thought he was just too smart for an ordinary school. Har har. The hubby would kill me for this.
Yes, boring as toast. Let me look it up in the crevices of my now dilapidated memory box. I know I kept a diary, in fact I kept tons. I think I have at least 6 full notebooks of lame puberty angst. Let me check on that and get back with you.
How was life when you were 13? Spill!
Labels: bookslut, random rants
Kaitlin posted at 4:20 PM
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That must be the sweetest thing I've heard for the longest time! WOW. You're married to your big crush when you were 13. Aww, the thought is just romantic. Things like these don't just happen in the movies.Ü
I was still "Nene" when I was 13. I was also a Freshman in High School, feeling a lady, but not really.
Hehe. We've come a long way, the hubby and I. We go way beyond grade school cause we were bus mates in kindergarten. Haha. :) So yeah, we've known each other since 7.
BTW, Russ, saw an entry you made one time and it says that you were from DLS-Z. I have friends and cousins who went there... Baka kilala mo sila. Hehe.
I read about that book before but I forgot where. Anyway, when I was 13 I got devirginised. I guess you already read that on my Slut series in my blog.
Whoa! It dates back to Kindergarten days. Your love story will always be something interesting to share. Yup, I went to Zobel, grade school & high school. I was Batch 2000.
@ Chase: You should read the book,it's really good. Your 13 y/o experience is nothing compared to mine. LOL.
@ Russ: We might have common friends. :) Yeah, it dates back into the Dark Ages. LMAO. :p
so cute...i like that kind of love story. it's the stuff movies are made of.:-)
hmm...at 13, i was obsessed with tennis, and was as brown as a nut...puberty had just started. it was an awkward, awkward stage.
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