"Spanning the 20th century, the story ofRosestakes place in a small East Texas town against the backdrop of the powerful timber and cotton industries, industries controlled by the scions of the town's founding families. Cotton tycoon Mary Toliver and timber magnate Percy Warwick should have married but unwisely did not, and now must deal with the deceit, secrets, and tragedies of their choice and the loss of what might have been--not just for themselves but for their children, and children's children. With expert, unabashed, big-canvas storytelling,Rosescovers a hundred years, three generations of Texans and the explosive combination of passion for work and longing for love." - GoodReads Review
Although it may be 624 pages long, Roses feels almost too short. I could not put this book down. A 20th century Gone With The Wind of sorts, but reads like an Anglo-Saxan or Greek Epic. Both fast-paced and engaging, Roses is not a book to be forgotten. The characters are extremely well-developed and I think everything about this book is simply wonderful. Definitely one of the best books I've ever read.
You may know him as the boy who tried to tell me that "y'all isn't a word." or to "Stop being so Southern! Do you want to secede from the Union?"
He's too smart for his own good, a kill-joy in my opinion, and an all-around know-it-all.
As per usual, I have a new quote for y'all! Yesterday in our lounge after Latin class, I called him a Music Snob (He really is. He looks down upon O.C.M.S & Kenny Chesney and looks up to Led Zeppelin & AC/DC) to which he replied, "Zip it Scarlett."
I nearly hyper-ventilated. He actually called me Scarlett, as in Scarlett O'Hara. I was quite happy, much to the confusement of my friends.
He also asked me, "Do you like, want to live on a plantation or something?"
It has been the craziest week thus far and I didn't schedule any posts until tomorrow and my computer decided to start acting up, so I will try to get back on track for this weekend!
My first marking period ended last week and I am sort-of proud to report that I ended up with two A's and four B's. My school has a very intense grading scale, so I am quite happy.
Monday was a year since I gave my 9th grade speech. I really can't believe how fast time goes. It seems like just yesterday I was getting my name called to present my speech to the entire middle school on Single-Sex Education. It seemed like a daunting task at first, but I was really pleased with how it turned out.
It's hard to believe I only have three and a half weeks of cross-country season left, it seems like the season just started. I've been feeling very stressed lately about school and four applications I've been filling out, Mission Training for Operation Smile, CIT at camp this summer, and two school applications, which I hope I will be able to talk about more soon!
On another note, a Very Happy Birthday to my best friend AHD, I don't know what I would do without you!
Here we are before our Homecoming dance last weekend. I didn't ask anyone, but I still had a lot of fun anyways! One bad thing, however, was the music! I don't really like to dance to rap/hip-hop, as I prefer oldies music. Much to the dismay of my friends, I did have to request "Shout" by the Isley Brothers and I shagged to it with a good friend of mine and we definitely showed everyone how to dance!
I got a personal record (PR) in my cross-country meet on Friday! 24:52 holla!
I have a two hour meeting this afternoon + homework + four applications that are waiting for me.
I'm going to have to start a quote-of-the-week special for this boy who sits behind me in MEH. You might know him as the "Y'all isn't a word." boy from a few weeks ago. Well, I have a new one for y'all! On Friday, he tells me, "Can you like stop being so southern? What do you want to do, secede from the union?"
Yes, I am being over-dramatic and no, I don't care.
Today is the PSAT. The Preliminary Scholastic Aptitude Test.
Now, let's stroll down memory lane to last year's test:
I am sitting in the Spanish II room, filling out the personal information form. I decide, like the little smarty-pants that I am (not really), to put my 'interested major' as Bio-Medical Engineering. You know, to sound smart and all. But, in true Royar fashion, as my friends will all tell you this happens often, I had a moment. And instead of putting number 342, I put 542, thereby declaring my interested major as Russian Linguistics.
Great one, Royar.
This year, I can only hope to get that one part right, as it is the only one that matters to me. Sorry, CollegeBoard if I got y'alls hopes up, but this year I only intend to mark Pre-Law. But who knows, I hear Japanese Linguistics is right across from it. Maybe CollegeBoard will get a surprise after all. And maybe I'll get a surprise too. A perfect score wouldn't be too bad.
Yesterday, while my English teacher talked and talked and read over the directions once again, I practiced writing my Pre-Law Major number a few times, just for good measure. Yes, I might be taking this a little seriously, but then again, when it comes to college, I take everything seriously.
And I am serious about being here in about two and a half years.
I have gotten some thought-provoking comments about what it means to be a prep or to be preppy.
I have mentioned that I like J. Crew, Lilly Pulitzer, Vineyard Vines and the others as my preppy staples, however I don't believe that the preppy style is limited to any one brand. Lilly Pulitzer will always be a classic, preppy staple to me, as with a few other brands, and the list can go on and on. However, in recent months, as we have all seen, J. Crew has begun to take a turn for the worse, as evidenced by this:
Oh J. Crew, how I miss your critter shorts and pastel polos of days gone by...
Back to my point, when I shop for clothes, I channel my Grandmother, as my inspiration for being preppy stems from my family. My Paternal Grandparents are the preppiest people I know, and my Grandmother is my idol. I am named after her, and I love her dearly.
Aren't they just darling?
To me, preppy is wearing fun, classic clothes year after year, and buying clothes for quality and not because they're the most fashionable. I don't limit myself to one brand, but I definitely know what styles I like. I can't define what 'preppy' is nor is there one way to be preppy, in my opinion.
"It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on."
There are Tibetan Buddhist monks in a temple in the Himalayas endlessly reciting mantras for the cessation of your suffering and for the flourishing of your happiness.
Someone you haven't met yet is already dreaming of adoring you.
Someone is writing a book that you will read in the next two years that willchange how you look at life.
Nuns in the Alps are in endless vigil, praying for the Holy Spirit to alight the hearts of all of God's children.
A farmer is looking at his organic crops and whispering, "nourish them."
Someone wants to kiss you, to hold you, to make tea for you. Someone is willing to lend you money, wants to know what your favourite food is, and treat you to a movie. Someone in your orbit has something immensely valuable to give you -- for free.
Something is being invented this year that will change how your generation lives, communicates, heals and passes on.
The next great song is being rehearsed.
Thousands of people are in yoga classes right now intentionally sending light out from their heart chakras and wrapping it around the earth.
Millions of children are assuming that everything is amazing and will always be that way.
Someone is in profound pain, and a few months from now, they'll be thriving like never before. They just can't see it from where they're at.
Someone who is craving to be partnered, to be acknowledged, to ARRIVE, will get precisely what they want -- and even more. And because that gift will be so fantastical in it's reach and sweetness, it will quite magically alter their memory of angsty longing and render it all "So worth the wait."
Someone has recently cracked open their joyous, genuine nature because they did the hard work of hauling years of oppression off of their psyche -- this luminous juju is floating in the ether, and is accessible to you.
Someone just this second wished for world peace, in earnest.
Someone is fighting the fight so that you don't have to.
Some civil servant is making sure that you get your mail, and your garbage is picked up, that the trains are running on time, and that you are generally safe. Someone is dedicating their days to protecting your civil liberties and clean drinking water.
Someone is regaining their sanity. Someone is coming back from the dead. Someone is genuinely forgiving the seemingly unforgivable. Someone is curing the incurable.