QUOTE OF THE DAY!

Any woman who thinks the way to a man's heart is through his stomach is aiming about 10 inches too high.
- Adrienne E. Gusoff
 
P.S. My rant is to be shortly following.

Let the rants begin.

I posted my rant as a draft so as to not give away the ending.
This is a public blog, after all.
And popular. Oh yeah. So very popular.

Anyway, Chellers, it's there so you can read it and agree with every word I typed, and if you feel this unshakeable urge to respond, make your rant a draft as well, I guess.

WTF is correct.

Ah, hell with making this a draft.
If you read this post further but have not yet read Mockingjay, well, then I don't frankly give a hoot.
If you ruin the book for yourself, that's your problem.
I mean, if you want to know what happens so desperately, go on Wikipedia. At least Wikipedia isn't overly opinionated.

Please note that I've had 48 hours since reading to cool down. This will be a very relaxed rant.

DUDE.
HOW COULD IT BE PEETA?
WHY NOT GALE? WHY. NOT. GALE?

I'd have preferred any other scenario. Most preferable: Peeta dies. Gale and Katniss end up together.
Other suitable outcomes:
Neither die, and Katniss rejects Peeta and ends up with Gale.
Neither die, and Katniss has difficulty choosing but ultimately ends up with Gale.
I'd even take:
Gale and Katniss realize they don't love each other, remain friends, and Katniss ends up with Peeta.
Gale dies, Katniss is heartbroken, and has to settle for Peeta while still hanging on to Gale.
ANYTHING other than Gale just being gone.
ANYTHING.
What happens to him? Why can't they remain friends? Why can't Katniss suck it up, realize that Prim had it coming, and pick Gale???

Seriously. Peeta and Katniss had absolutely no relationship. She hardly knew him in the first one. In the second one, they just had to keep up their "star-crossed lovers" role for cameras and through that Katniss grows dependent on him. He's not even in half of the third one, and in the other half he's trying to kill her. The only thing positive Katniss can ever say about him is that he was the boy with the bread. Do you see love in any of that?
Whereas Gale actually has a personality, and a reason to be with Katniss. He took care of her and her family. He was her best friend. They knew everything about each other. How much of each other do Katniss and Peeta know? Huh? HUH?

Seriously.
Seriously.
Seriouslyseriouslyseriously.

And that isn't the only thing I had a problem with. It was all good until the last sixty pages. And then... Finnick died. Finnick. I actually didn't realize that he was dead until the following chapter, and I had to go back, and then. Oh my god, I couldn't believe it.
WHY FINNICK?
Prim, I understand.
But Finnick?
Why couldn't Annie and Finnick just be happy for once?
If there was one couple in the entire book that should've had a happy ending, it was Fannie.
And their son. It's just so awful for the kid to be born after his father's death.
I mean, COME ON.
Why does Suzanne Collins have to be so cruel?
She wouldn't let Luxa and Gregor be together. There goes my childhood. MUST YOU TAKE AWAY MY ADOLECENCE AS WELL?

And with the Peeta and Katniss babies. Come. On. They have children to symbolize hope for the future? I wouldn't even have wanted Gale and Katniss to have kids... had they ended up together.

I cried when I finished it. I was sitting there with tears rolling down my cheek and shaking my fist in the air, all the while screaming "Why?! WHY?"

I realize that there shouldn't be happy endings in which no one dies and they all live merrily forever after.
That's why I let it slide with Prim.
But Finnick?
And what the hell does Gale do?
Gale, oh Gale.
And then she tries to make everything peachy-dandy with the kids.
No.
Just no.
OH MY GOD, GALE.


So. Yeah.

I grant you permission to begin your rant.

Because I just finished Mockingjay and I gotta say
WTFFFFFFFFFF
I can't even...
I'm still in shock.
Like, WTF just happened?
My mom was stupid enough to say, "It's not real."
Like hell it isn't!
I just...
Agh.

I'm reading Mockingjay at the moment and

I just gotta say, I'm Team Peeta.
Suck on that.

Anyways. Page 139 and reading...

Okay.

So.
I have a few things to say.
First, I've been terribly curious for a while; how on earth did you start calling yourself Michelle, Wenzhao?
Second, aye, it's unfortunate that the public education system can't see how we have blogging to do.
Seesh.
Third, HJ is on hiatus.
Fourth, I finished Mockinjay yesterday. The ending was (bleep).
I'll rant once you read it. I couldn't live with myself if I spoiled anything for you.
Fifth, I think I'll finally start on that The Art of Ordinary story tonight.

And that would be all.

My god, Lina.

Do you realize we haven't been posting once every two hours like we used to?
Dang school. Gettin' in the way of our bloggin' time.
Random note: I creeped my English teacher's site and we're watching a clip from Dead Poets Society tomorrow! Yayyyyy--
Okay, maybe I'm the only one who finds it exciting.

Sigh.
I'm a total dork.

I think I should have realized that when I signed up for IB.

DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER

I'm being obsessive with these blog things.

Because I just made a WordPress.
Check it here.
Not that you want to.
Of course you do.
Nah, you don't.
But if it helps you procrastinate...

It's been over twenty-four hours since a post.

Just thought I'd end the dry spell.

In other words, I will do anything—anything—as opposed to having to resort to doing homework.

Ughaflaia.

I don't even have time to give a full update on the first day.
Because I have to write a 250-pg story by Thursday, read 20 pages of a Journalism book, and...yeah, Journalism's a major homework bomb. There's homework in the other classes, but it's just "sign syllabus" and crap like that.
"Ian" is in my WAS (World Area Studies) class. I'll say to him for you.
Technically, we only have four blocks (periods) today. Tomorrow we have the other four. That's how it rolls, man.
AGH AGH AGH I MEAN TWO-FIFTY ISN'T A LOT BUT I DON'T WANT HOMEWORK ON THE FIRST DAY.

DAM IT FISHIE-YEAR ALL,
BEAVER

I messaged inkpoperika.

Hopefully we'll get it sorted out.
Although, if I'm right, Inkpop's kind of crappy with these things...

Anyways, guess what? New project up. If you've got time, Lina...*nudge nudge*
Oh, and your name is in it. Not straight-out Lina, but Lina as a nickname (it's mentioned). As in Angelina Hadden-Ferone, the mother who sorta-kinda-maybe-dresses-like-a-slut.
Just sayin'.

By the way, I might be making a short story out of that new Taylor Swift song, "Mine". It's got great imagery.

I'll stop rambling now.

Wait, one last thought:
SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW?!?!?!?!?!?!?
WHAT!?!?!??!

DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER

Holy socks!

Beve, you have to message inkpoperika and see if she can do anything about Knowing Ian. I think she may at least be able to change it back to short story format.
Maybe.
Ah, so sad.
I'd tell you to enjoy this picture of a puppy but I'm too lazy to upload one, so go find a pupppy picture yourself.
Go to Google Images or something.

I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF.

A computer glitch made Knowing Ian have the long/short pitch of Cept, and it made it private so I've lost all the Picks and everything.
WHAT?!
LIKE, SERIOUSLY, INKPOP. WHY? WHYYY? WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY?!

DAM IT EVERYTHING EVERYTHING EVERYTHING BECAUSE LIFE IS A JOKE ALL,
BEAVER

*edit*
It gets worse. Because Inkpop screwed up and made Knowing Ian a book. So now I have to write 9000 more words or delete it.
AGH.
WHY.
JUST.
WHY.

I'm semi-cheating on you with another blog.

I'm not even an author on it, I just make the design. And format it once in a while.
You can check it out here.
It's a little confusing as to what it's talking about at first, but if you read the About page (which I so artfully wrote) you'll get it.
Heh.
If you read the About page, you'll also see some little shenanigans I pulled.
Heh heh.
That is, if Ray didn't already delete it.
Heh.
Anyways.

DAM IT ALL,
BEAVER

QUOTE OF THE DAY!

"The nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly being either proven right or pleasantly surprised."
- George F. Will