Caer Aeramus

Okay, so I finish New Moon for the second time yesterday, right?  And I wonder, yet again, WHAT is up with Carlisle's reaction (or lack thereof) to seeing Edward safe and sound, fresh from Italy!?

"'Thank you, Bella,' Carlisle said.  'We owe you.'"

...Not one exclamation point or italicized word - he doesn't even say anything to Edward!  Esme made me happy inside; she reacted like a mother would.  Carlisle seemed to have more of a faintly-concerned-friend-of-the-family kind of gratitude.  Carlisle created Edward, he's his father, "in so many real ways" as Bella puts it.  Edward was Carlisle's first companion, and they supposedly have an extremely deep bond going on.  Can't blame Carlisle, of course - he's only Stephenie Meyer's puppet.  I suppose the real question should be directed toward Mrs. Meyer, as the author....

It irks me.

Apparently, I'm not the only one to be bothered by this - I read one piece of fan fiction called The Chasm by fwuzzfwuzz that attempts to explain the possible thought processes behind Carlisle's less-than-satisfying reaction.  I think I've been inspired to write a similar one myself....I just really love familial parent-child relationships between unrelated people.  I absolutely inhale those moments that apply.  Perhaps that's why I'm so attracted to Harry Potter and his fandom - plenty of poor orphan/adoption material there.  =P

Rant aside, I have exciting (though probably thoroughly inconsequential to anyone else) news!  I have now mastered the Rubik's cube.  I know.  Earth shattering, right?  Well, it was for me.  I could taste the sense of accomplishment in the air....

Well anyway, signing off to go start Eclipse.  Maybe there'll be some good Carlisle-Edward interaction that I forgot about.

It's okay, Edward - I care that the Volturi didn't get a chance to tear you to pieces....

I've just had the most splendid idea while brushing my teeth...I'll start a journal.  "Very original notion," I said to myself, "No one's ever thought of such a thing before."  Just a place to put random thoughts or anecdotes.  I've always liked that word...anecdote.  Understandably, I often confused it with 'antidote' in my very early days.

Now for the actual, conventional entry:

I stayed after school today until 4:03 pm, so that I would have an easier way to the Fessenden Center (the local Parks and Rec. venue), where I was to give blood.  I was excited...needles don't bother me.  Apparently, one needs photo ID.  I was lacking, as I'm currently in the top ten of the world's worst procrastinators and haven't gotten a driver's license yet...or even a permit.  So my brother took me home to get my information.  I went back...drum roll...and my iron levels were too low.  Obviously, blood bags don't play nicely with an 11.9 hemoglobin score.  Upon looking back, though, I'm fairly sure it was their machine and not my bodily fluids that was the problem:  as I recall, everyone that came out of the stall I was in was turned away because of iron deficiency.  Ha.  I win.  And it turned out that I didn't even need photo ID in the first place because I had given blood before, nevermind the fact that I told them that roughly 1.2 million times before I went home....An altogether successful endeavour, I must say.  And no, I'm not European, I spelled endeavor with a 'u' on purpose, mostly because I love the British culture and I think the United States was being moronic all those years ago when it decided to do everything language-related different than every other country.

Moving on.

I came home and jammed to Supermassive Black Hole by Muse before diligently procrastinating doing my AP English homework, which I never finished.  After a half-hearted attempt to answer never-ending questions about American poetry and its many forms, I moved on to trying to solve a Rubik's cube.  I should have listened to Bilbo Baggins...that cube is way outside my front door.  After thoroughly confusing myself, I decided to head to bed and possibly read the fifth chapter of Twilight.  I got sidetracked by this journal....

Oh, and I should add that before coming home from the blood drive, I had a bacon cheeseburger at Angelo's Restaurant with Dad.  That was nice, I enjoyed it.  =)

So after all that, I'm off to watch Spiderwick Chronicles and fall asleep in my Gryffindor-colour-decorated bed....