Where Did Green Eggs and Ham Go?

I think it would be lovely if a boy could grow a pair of balls and use them.

On a lighter note, I am reading this book I got called Wideacre by Phillippa Gregory. I've read a lot of this author's works before, but this book shocks me and makes me ask, "Did that just really happen?" The female protagonist is the reincarnation of the devil and I never realized a person could have that much evil in him or her. I have no idea whether I admire this character for her sense of wanting to have her land or despise her because she causes evil. In the course of more than 600 pages Beatrice has done the following:

- lost her virginity to Ralph
- killed her father
- cut off Ralph's legs so he only has stubs
- sleeps with her brother, creating an incestuous relationship
- had two children by her brother and passed them off as relations
- tricked her husband into marrying her
- poisoned her mother
- encouraged the drunkenness and imprisonment of her husband
- tricked her sister-in-law
- made all of her tenants and formerly-beloved followers hate her

That is the beginning of what she has done. How can an author create so much drama and evil in a person? But she is only reflecting what people do in real life and that can be scary to think there are people out there like this who kill and lie only for power.

I Know I Said No More Venting...

Some think they have control over me and think they have me wrapped around their little finger. This is not true. Some people think they have such strong personalities that they can force you to do anything. I pick and choose my battles carefully. A lot of people I know, no matter if I even got into an argument with them, would never change their minds because they are so stubborn. If I did choose to say my opinion to certain people, they would make it into such a dramatic situation, I do not have the patience to reason with immaturity and dramaticism. What is the point of losing brain cells dealing with unreasonable people? People will insult or tell me their real opinions of myself and my decisions, but I don't care what they say. I do not care what other people think about me and I know my strengths and weaknesses, not anyone else.

Another thing I hate is how people say how much busier or tired they are than me. Some people bring stress upon themselves, wanting to be the best and No. 1, they will pile high in work and activities. I am perfectly happy being just one in a million. Everyone says they are "different" than the average person, but if so many people are saying this, it is not really unique - you are saying what everyone else is. People are always busy, and each person has his or her fair share of stress, exhaustion and work to do. Some people handle stress better than others, so if you can't then it's your fault. You choose how much you want to do in life, and whatever works for you great. Just don't say you are the busiest person you know - there is always someone else worse off than you. Worry about yourself, not bragging how busy and tired you are compared to others.