Posted in Fiction Land, Reading

Winning The Hunger Games with The Annas

I’m going to jump right in. This week, in honor of us seeing Mockingjay, we decided to talk about the possibility of us surviving the Hunger Games ourselves, keeping in mind murder is wrong in pretty much every circumstance and our discussion within this post has no bearing on our morals and our standards on the things within real life.

Here I was, just gonna say hi to all the ladies, gentlemen, and surfers (also cats, ferrets, and most importantly dogs…says the girl who was just gonna jump in I’m in a better mood this week. Much. Better. So…stick a sock in it.) of the world… At least she’s better 😀 I’d do a smiley face back but as discussed before, I’m too lame to use emoticons. Also, this is the Hunger Games. No smiling allowed. Unless you’re Effie.

At this point, I assume you’d like to know if either of us–abandoning all previous morals and regard for human life– thinking we’d actually survive and I can answer you in one word: No. I, AJA, would never under any circumstance survive the Hunger Games unless the only obstacle was having to sit very still in one position for a long time while everyone else did the same.

I’m not too sure about myself. I’d like to tell you that I’d be a beast but I’m not very athletic. But what I can say is that if I was going to die within the first…eh, probably twenty tributes, it would be because I tripped and managed to be unconscious then drown or brained myself on the cornucopia after making friends with the muttations. (I’d like to add that I can totally win in a fight with her because I just don’t give up easily. Maybe I would survive. If everyone were ACG, I’d survive.) Basically, I’d be okay but luck would somehow not be on my side. I’d also totally like to say she so can’t  beat me, I don’t even want to start that fight. (The only reason I was forced to surrender last time was that you brained yourself on my head, and I had to check on you. The time we were fighting over the playstation controller messaging him? (I almost hashtagged that “#lowblow” but that just sounded weird. He is to remain unmentioned on this blog ever again. Except now. Because I like my hashtag.) Ohhhh no during Divergent. No I’m pretty sure that your head was hurting and it was not my head, I think it was my chin. I think it was also because I didn’t need to have to explain to my parents where I got bruises, whereas in the Hunger Games, they’d understand a few bruises.) But if we were in there and she started spouting stuff like that, my barber knife is sooo coming out and into her neck. Yeah, yeah. Big bark, small mouth. Literally, but remember who’s got the purple belt (and hasn’t been to karate in a year? almost? not quite, but pretty close.)? And my first reaction is basically hit first, ask later? Okay. You should also remember that I make most guys twice my size wince in pain with a not-for-self-defense hit. Whatever. Just know that I’d definitely get in the cute but protective initiate’s good graces and have a not-so-secret-since-anything-scandal-worthy-is-televised wedding and see if that worked for me because, hey, if we’re in love why should the Hunger Games (Quarter Quell or not) stop us? Ah, but Katniss wasn’t doing out of romantic love at least not at first. And who’s the one who can stand being touched and doesn’t like being helped because I feel like I owe people things that I don’t have? *points thumbs at self* *becomes biggest narcissist in all of human history* *make that: becomes biggest narcissist in all of Greek mythology* *becomes such a narcissist Narciss loses his street cred*

WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT KATNISS EVERDEEN!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? I am not her, don’t exactly want to be her, and was talking about myself. I just want to get out of the Games and get away from multiple action notations…please. If you can use emoticons, I can (over)use action notation. Is this in the post? I think it is. Even this comment. I think my people will appreciate it.

*Starts humming bit to Yellow Flicker Beat* *Starts singing Yellow Flicker Beat* *Insists you listen to Yellow Flicker Beat if you have not* *Guilds life in Yellow Flicker Beat* *Remembers guilds is a word* I’ll be here all week. The pen lovers and I will stick to appropriate amounts and do what we feel and not mention the song we’re so over-obsessed (needs a hyphen_-_) with even though it’s not Immortals from the Big Hero 6 movie by Fall Out Boys. That song is a-okay. I like Fall Out Boys and look forward to seeing Big Hero 6, but Yellow Flicker Beat is literally (literally and unarguably *eye roll*) the best you cannot change my mind on that, though you can have a different opinion. It’s a song that I think can save lives. Or end them…in excitement! *heart-eye face*

I’m done trying to change your mind about anything. You don’t listen anyway. But I have heard the song, too. Not bashing, just saying it’s not the best (LIAR LIAR LIAR!!!). But I am ACG…my heart-eye face lies with country. She likes no music I like. It’s sad. Our friendship is lying in shambles…just like District 8. SPOILER ALERT!  #whoops.

I like music that you like. I don’t worship music you love. I don’t worship music. I recognize it’s ability to give people the words they need when they don’t have them themselves. Taylor Swift is great, well, I still like her original stuff better because C but anyway, I digress. You like TS as is at this moment more than ever before (She and Ella Yeilch-O’Connor (a.k.a. Lorde are bae.), I don’t prefer her or the genre over others. I’m not gonna say it. Not gonna say it. Not gonna say it.

But I’m not here to argue about music, it’s not going to get anyone anywhere or amuse anyone (it’s pretty amusing honestly). The last word won’t be mine obviously and my people know who they are and support me, silently or not…so *shouts out to anyone listening to the country station on any device* Country must be country wide!!!! Or earth-wide!!!! Country girl can survive!!!! My people are on the right side of music industry, and they can feel the beat in their heart. So thanks for that. *wipes tear* *your empathy towards me increases*

Essentially, I don’t think either of us would survive the Hunger Games because we’re writers(though I can write a wicked torture or fight scene. She can. It’s cool. I’m more of an emotional writer. Grab your tissues, kiddies!) not fighters. We fight with our words and our hearts and our minds and our brillances!

Drink sweet tea, drive with your hearts, and yawn safely!

She means: Drive safely! Because the Internet is a place you can drive. (Ha! As if. If it were, I’d actually get real-world stuff done!)

No I don’t but 😀 okay, goodnight everybody (“Just another American Saturday night” and RTR!

Last word. There! *is Narciss’s offspring*

Posted in Life and Likes

Functionality and Gambia!

Hey, y’all! I’m back and not asleep this time! I’ve been even more productive today than I was last week. I’ve slept in, baked a cake from scratch, disposed of a mushy pumpkin from the night of our first post, and knocked a shovel off the wall rack thingy onto myself.


I’ve done positively nothing. Well, I peeled two potato (do not fix my grammar, ACG. I intend to say potato, not plural) and I bathed. Those are huge achievements. Oh, and I rinsed dishes. Yeah. I’m made of awesome. But I highly doubt you are interested in hearing how uninteresting I am.


Oh, it reminded me that I unloaded the dishwasher, too! 😀 Just stop. I get it. I can’t function like a normal person when left to my own devices. I was moving a mushy pumpkin because I hadn’t moved it of my own devices before that. Plus, it’s Saturday and you shouldn’t have to function like a “normal person” ever, much less on Saturday. Yeah. Okay. Whatever. Like I said before, we’re not here to discuss how uninteresting I am.


But that’s very interest–okay, maybe not. Maybe more interesting than that I have Google Translate pulled up in another tab to translate things to Turkish but not really interesting, I guess. Much less more interesting than the fact that I learned that Gambia is a country today.


I feel like I’m supposed to know what to say next or mention that she knows this because we have gotten a view from someone, somewhere in this country of Gambia(which I find very awesome and kinda want to look and see if they have a pen-pal program or famous fried food or something right… okay.) that we were unaware of today, but I don’t. I’m just here to be eye-candy today, except you can’t see me and I’m not even a hot mess right now. I’m just a mess.


Eye candy, got it. Well sure then but I’ll just be the sports girl then. Maybe not, I haven’t been paying much attention to the sports (“the sports”), just the words. Not a movie or anything, books and creativity words.


Sometimes I am actually a person. Today I’m just a faint resemblance of one. So, I have done very few things with words. For instance, I’ve had two documents of mine open for almost twelve hours (more like: nine), and I have not written a single word. It’s amazing. (I hate things -_-)


Don’t hate! It’s not nice. (I do not care about being nice either.)  But I haven’t done too much, very minisculey on the creativity side. I’ve just re-read some stuff for most of the day actually. Ah, but you’ve done stuff. Your point is…? Oh, whatever…you don’t have to have a point.


Thank you to everyone who has stuck with it this long to read about our days. If it’s not as awesome as you thought I apologize and say nothing much more than if you don’t like it, you may or may not be alone in your thoughts and need to change your point of view and keep an open foot! Oh wait, mind. Sorry, I’ll get it right eventually. (Just so you know she never gets anything wrong in real life. That’d be me. Lies! Not true. You’re the liar. Name one thing I’ve gotten right besides my name in the last week! Breathing and walking. You haven’t fallen.) Good night everybody! *yelled in that rock star voice that I don’t know how to convey the sentiment of in black and white. (our background is peach 🙂 ). I mean peach, see that’s something you got right!


I don’t want to post this. This was because I promised an awesome post and this one sucks hard. So, I’m sorry. I suck. What’s new? Nothing at all.  


So to everyone out there who is not me, stay awesome!

And drive safely!

Posted in Life and Likes, Writing

Funny Story…

Once upon a time there were two girls who decided to start a blog while carving a pumpkin. These girls are usually successful in meeting deadlines and following through with projects they start (lies!). Except one day, they both went on fictional writing binges and forgot to make a blog post. So as a last ditch effort, the one who is apparently known for implying terrible things wrote a “funny story.”

Ha…Yeah, okay. This is AJA. This week ACG and I kind of…didn’t get around to making a full length post and it’s kind of late where we are, and sleep is a thing.

This is part of being a writer honestly, though. You forget about your commitments and surroundings until someone shoves reality down your throat. While we regret not posting together, I assure you our time writing was well spent and our next post will be butt-kicking awesome. Until then, we bid you farewell. Drive safely.

Posted in Fiction Land, grain of salt advice, Life and Likes, Reading

Timers, Lists, And Lack Of Emoticons

Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, veintisiete, veintiseis, twenty-five, twenty-four…

ACG is counting if you hadn’t noticed. Backwards, at that. Some might even say she is counting down. Okay, so, that’s what most would say. And counting down is just one of that many things you might do if you are, were, or ever have been an Anna. Don’t forget aspiring to become one! Being at that book thing has made you forgetful. Being at “that book thing” has gotten me officially called “kitten.” (From…? Jennifer Armentrout, duh! Oh, my bad.) Though, that’s not what we’re here to talk about. (Seriously though, dudes and dudettes, it’s been fun.)

What she happened to digress from while talking about her YALL Fest thingy is that we were talking about how counting down is just one way of being a successful-Annaz-worthy-Anna.


So, without further ado, we will present you with a list of things you might do if you are, were, ever have been, or aspire to be an Anna:

  1. Always have Milo’s tea and ice cream sundaes on hand. Cherries, whipped cream, and all the stops included. And Sour Patch Children. You can never forget to add Sour Patch Children to your sundaes. 😉 That actually really makes your teeth hurt, leave them separate. Just take the fun out of everything, why don’t you? (Sour Patch Kids, for you traditional folk. That’s a bonus way of being an Anna: call Sour Patch Kids Sour Patch Children.) 
  2. Play RockBand until you literally can’t talk the next day (or run out of space on your playlist and end up skipping every other song after 35). Oh, and make sure you stay up until the next morning, too. Stay up so late that normal people are going to work while you’re on only song 67/115. And get yelled at because the one with the license has to drive herself at some point and hasn’t slept.
  3. Develop and telepathic connection with your best friend and ACCIDENTALLY wear the same color, style, or shirt without having  ever mentioned what you were doing to start with. Sometimes it’s even weirder than shirt, tbh. But you’ll have to just keep guessing what that even means.
  4. You have a weird relationship with some dude. That sounds a lot weirder than it really is. It really does. Every Annaz-like Anna has a weird relationship with a guy who is not a terrible person (often considered a good person by most everyone else) and wants to or has in the past wanted to date them while you as an Anna only really want to do anything but that. (I apologize for that rambly nature of this point, but if you plan to stick around here any time at all you will find I am a rambly person, especially when tired from being on a trip. Because I’m tired all the time, but this is distractedly tired.)  And I have no more to say to this. Moving on!
  5. Whenever you see numbers counting down in visual form (more than likely on a device called a timer) you start counting down out loud, occasionally switching from English to a language such as Spanish. Of course, you could switch to a language like Swahili. Or Romanian, I guess, since that’s a good language to use for things. We don’t care. As long as you stay good and random in the order of language switching.

So, I think five is sufficient considering–well, I’m not sure, I just think five is a good number. Five is sufficient because… Fifteen is a multiple of five, and you know what Taylor Swift says about fifteen. “In your life you’ll do things greater than writing a post about how to be an Anna… I didn’t know it at fifteen.” That was lame, very lame, AJA. Your left sock is lame! When I’m wearing them, they normally are. I don’t like socks, remember? You don’t? Are you sure? I think you’d like them very much. Well, I don’t like them because they tend to imply that I’m putting on close toed shoes. Socks by themselves are pretty good. *Sigh* In a world of metaphors, I’d take that further, but on this note I must say, tune in next time for a discussion on SOCKS! (Maybe. Probably not. We’re fickle like that.)

Yeah, probably not about socks. But just keep your head on the ground and feet in the clouds. 😀 🙂 ❤

*inserts no emoticons because as pointed out by ACG I am lame*

Posted in Fiction Land, Life and Likes, Reading

You Should Name It in Romanian

Hey, everyone! ACG is back and starting off to tell you that I got a fox! 😀 (and a panda bear, but the fox is still here with me). I, AJA, would be the one with a panda. Well, not currently with the panda but same difference.

Yeah, and because I know everyone’s first question is totally, “Woah! What are their names?” Instead of something absurd like, “How in Alaska did you get a panda and fox?”


I’ll just tell you. My fox is named Vulpe and AJA’s panda is named Grobian. Your next logical questions would be, “Why are they named such bizarre things?” Well, maybe it’s not bizarre if you speak Romanian. At least, Vulpe’s isn’t.

Or, if you’re insanely skilled like AJA was when she first heard his name, you automatically realize the word vulpe means fox, though you think it’s Spanish before I correct you with a nice, “Not quite, it’s actually Romanian.”


And, if you’re still hung up on the fact we have a panda bear and fox, rest assured they came from Dollar General and are very much of the plush stuffed variety. I don’t even know what a real fox eats, or what it says (sorry, couldn’t resist). But real pandas totally eat bamboo, and they speak Chinese, so it’s okay. I’d just need an English to Chinese dictionary, even if Grobian was real. Though, my parents might not have understood me bringing in a live panda bear, so good job, ACG.


Thanks, I guess. Anyway, if you’re wondering “why Romanian” there’s a simple answer. I’m kind of obsessed with Romanian-esque stuff thanks to a book (The Prince of Wolves books by Quinn Loftis, if anyone cares, and remembers that we don’t condone any of the bad things they do or say in them). The men live in Romania and the girls are from America.–I love how the males get to be “men” and the females are only “girls.” I don’t know if Jen would ever take kindly to be called just a “girl.” Excuse me, everyone involved is offended because I forgot the proper term is actually female.–Plus, Romanian is a pretty language.


Anyway, Vulpe’s name is fairly easily explained. Grobian on the other hand does not literally translate to “panda bear.” Partly because Romanian has no word for panda apparently…? Romanian speakers, let me know if there is one. Please, and then introduce us to some cute Romanian guys that speak English please! The other part is because the word “bear” literally translate to “urs” in Romanian. Now, since I am practical user of technology and was doing all of this through Google translate in ACG’s truck(shout out to the trucks and truck drivers of the world!!!!), there were “synonyms” for the word “bear,” or rather for the word “urs” and one of this synonyms was “grobian,” which translate to “coarse.” How that means anything like unto “bear” I am not positive, but I thought it sounded cute and yet had a tough meaning. Ergo, Prince Grobian, the panda.

He’s not officially recognized in our state as a prince, just in her house when he’s with King Illusion, his “daddy.” What are you even talking about? He’s totally a real prince. (Don’t listen to her, Grobian, your highness.)


I’m just saying that the state doesn’t recognize him. More important authorities do(us and the prince of Uruguay (do they have a monarchy? *shrugs* I am barely up to date on our local government affairs. Speaking of which, tune in next week when I host a celebration for the brief lack of campaign ads every. where. She just thinks they’ll stop. Oh, wait. Next we get to decide on a President. Two years though. Two years…we could vote. *hangs head* *hangs self* WE DON’T PROMOTE SUICIDE, OR PRACTICE IT. Right, AJA? Suicide is a very serious manner. And I’m a very not serious person. So, excuse my inappropriate jokes. *cheesy grin and thumbs every dashing book character has nailed* Better? Much. I just wanted to make sure people realize we don’t float that as a solution.) and a select few others who are sworn to secrecy for the prince’s protection) however.


I think the only way to close this pretty-much-a-complete-trainwreck post up is to say that if you must name something, do it in Romanian.

A, Not a trainwreck.

B, Peace, Love, Romanian!

And remember, kids, drive safely! *corny wink*