My first poem for the blog

In a nutshell, I've been watching too much Animaniacs, and reading too much Calvin and Hobbes. I also blame my sister for reminding me about how creepy my home town really is.

The poem (I don't have a title).

There is a race
That came from space
With long tentacles and deadly machines.
They thought it right
To come and fight
Against the Earth, a planet, blue and green.

And just before
They start this war
A human they needed, to study his head.
They wanted one smart,
A scientist to start,
And just their luck, they abducted me instead.

They poked and prod
Me. This poor sod!
To get me talking to they could learn our language.
I was not in ease,
So I aimed to please
By saying things like, “Gotach fam toka mertagage.”

On that spot
I did taught
Those aliens our culture; everything bright and new.
In misdirection,
I didn't mention
They were all things no human would ever, ever do.

In just an hour
They showed their power
By making a copy of me to send to Earth.
I did not dare
To show how scared
I was of this abomination they had birthed.

The creature's mission:
To sow dissension
Among our leaders, to ruin and make a mess
To make us weak
And when we're meek
They will take over and destroy us more or less.

The copy went down,
And when she was found
Was taken to my apartment by the cops.
My husband dear,
Had little fear,
Was unaware of the plan he had to stop.

That bad clone of me
My husband did see
Act in a manner that was wild and obscene.
Even as a hostage,
This I could acknowledge
Watching the Mothership's wide visual screen.

It didn't take long,
For things to go wrong,
My husband knew and finally submitted.
Was this his wife
He wed for life?
In the end, he went and had me committed.

The invasion was doomed
To a white, padded room.
The creature was locked up with all the psychotics.
Her masters wondered
How she had blundered
While doped up on five kinds of narcotics.

Up they beamed prescriptions
Of every descriptions
Wonder written all over their ugly mugs.
A lie I told
Was bought and sold.
Those alien fiends readily took the drugs.

That super strength
Would come at length
Was the fib I told; they wanted to believe.
They laughed and cried
Some even died
Chaos reigned until their senses were retrieved.

From drug delusions
Came to conclusions
That Earthlings used too many vile tricks.
They vowed to pack,
Never come back,
(At least 'til they needed another fix.)

To end my doppelganger,
They exterminated her,
And cleaned her remains up without sign or trace.
As for MY dilemma,
I don't mind to tell ya,
They disposed me in their experiment's place!

As if my life
Needed more strife.
Those aliens only ruined me a little.
I nearly snapped
When I was trapped
In my new cell inside that mental hospital.

I couldn't tell
Those in my cell
That aliens sent me here like a delivery.
In just a few
Short months, it's true,
I walked away a miraculous recovery.

Normalness returned.
From TV I learned
Not to let my mouth spill over like a tipped cup.
I won't jeer,
I lived in fear
That if I talked the government would shut me up!

But I just couldn't keep it
From my husband, this secret.
I trusted him above all other men.
I was without
any true doubt
Until he had me committed again.

7th month anniversary.

Yes, my husband and I have been married for seven months since yesterday. It's so sweet. And to celebrate, we went to go see a play down in the Orem Hale Center Theater. It was really good. It's called "The Hit". If you ever get the chance, go see it. I thought that is was so cute.

We barely got there in the nick of time due to the fact we stopped by Sizzler for some food. Our waitress probably thought we were crazy because we told her we were in a hurry, and had her bring to-go boxes when she brought our meal. So we're shoveling food into our mouths, and rushed out the door. We were late to the play, but the play started 15 minutes late, so we were lucky.

It would have been a terrific day if it wasn't for the fact that when I got home, I laid on the bed in exhaustion. I hadn't been sleeping too much, so I couldn't wait to climb into bed and sleep. Then I saw on the ceiling about five tiny, baby spiders crawling around. My husband and I killed about twenty of them. After looking around the house and seeing that they were only in the bedroom, I figured they came from the window. Or there's an egg sack in our mattress (which is something I don't want to dwell on for long). Knowing I would never get any sleep in that bed, I made my husband sleep on the futon with me.

But other than that, I had a great time yesterday.

That's 7th month anniversary in a nutshell.

Books I recommend that I've read recently

Recently I've finished a couple of books that I've been very happy about, some that relate to the books I've recommended on past books.

I finished the third book of the Circle of Magic series called Daja's Book by Tamora Pierce. I didn't think it was as great as the first two, but it was fine.

Next I finished the second book of the Keys to the Kingdom series called Grim Tuesday by Garth Nix. I really love this series. It is fantastic. It's very creative, and it feels like Alice in Wonderland but with a plot. It has strangeness all over it, but a nice adventure feel.

Another book I finished is called The Roar by Emma Clayton. This book is a distopia and kind of creepy. I would not suggest this for younger audiences. It's post-apocalyptic and involves corrupted governments and lying politicians, as well as kid endangerment and brain washing. I really like the characterization of this book, and some of the plot twists. Now I gotta go get the sequel "The Whisper".

Last of all is a book called The Princess and the Hound by Mette Ivie Harrison. This isn't my usual type of book. It's fantasy, but more on the romance side. It was very interesting, and a different type of fantasy than I'm used to. My only complaint was the ending was kind of slow and a bit softer than I liked. I was hoping for a cliff hanger since there's a sequel.

I'm still addictive to books. I can't do anything without taking a book with me. I'm currently reading two more, and then one with my husband. I can't stop. Also I bought three more books at DI. What am I to do?

At least my husband is keeping up with my addiction. He's just as bad.

That's my obsession in a nutshell. I'm glad that I might be able to spread it to others.

My name is Emilou and I'm an addict

It's true. I can't stop. I don't know what to do.

And my husband doesn't help. He's just as bad.

So we have four bookcases stacked full of books in our apartment, a bookcase for fantasy, one for religion, one for my comics and manga, and one for the rest of books. Besides that, I have two shelves in my closet and inside my nightstand holds over 120 books that I have read.

And my husband isn't helping. Almost once a week, my loving husband goes to DI, half the time I go with him. When I go, I can walk out with up to fifteen more books. Good news is that usually that was about ten bucks spent for fifty dollars worth of books (I love DI). But I can't get over this addiction.

I tried to sell a few of my books. Over the space of two years, I have accumulated about twenty books that I didn't want. So I decided to sell them to a used book store. The first one wouldn't take them, the next one only sold LDS books, and the last one was closed. Instead of taking them home, my husband said he'd buy ten dollars worth of merchandise at DI if we donate the twenty pounds of books to DI. We went home with twelve more books.

I am an addict, and I can't stop getting more books and reading them.

I have no life. My nutshell is too full of books.