sleep….

So i only got a little over 4 hours of sleep… just could not do it… the thunder kept me up…. that and the weird way my window shakes every time the wind blows hard…

So I stayed up and read Rama  II all night… I finished reading that about 9 am…

My room mate the lovely woman wok me up at 10…

I went back to sleep…

at 1:30 my best friend and lover woke me up…. I have managed to  stay awake since… But I love to text and people are texting me so it works….

YUM i smell the coffee that I am brewing….

LOVE IS A HOT CUP OF COFFEE!

Now I am off to pretend to write another chapter of my book… I did finish chapter 14 yesterday which included the rant I posted the other day (American idiolect dialect)

I am going to do one or two more slow chapters than start to pull it all together and start the conclusion!

this is me… excited

Test Readers wanted….

Ok so I am half way done writing this book… i hopes people like it… it is chick lit no lie… It deals allot with living in the moment as well though.

So, I am hoping to find people willing to read the first four chapters and let me know what they think. I want an honest feedback as well, but i also am really only interested in people who read fluff and chick lit. This is in no way the next great American novel. This is what you read when you just want to escape life for a little bit.

So if you are interested feel free to send me a message at missamandamae at gmail.com or leave a comment here.

I have posted some of the rants found in my book in this blog. To let you know the whole book is not like them. Those are inserted into the end of some of the chapters. They are written from the point of view of the main character Naomi about things she is passionate about. No lie they are things that I am passionate about too

Something more from my book/ American Idiolect

I just wrote this yesterday…. comments not only welcomed but needed

id·i·o·lect (ĭd’ē-ə-lěkt’)
n. The speech of an individual, considered as a linguistic pattern unique among speakers of his or her language or dialect.

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American Idiolect Dialect

“Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.” I hear this crap all the time. Why do we say this? Really who plays horseshoes any more? In a generation or two no one will even know what that means. I do not think I have even ever played it, but I am at least aware of what it is.

“That works like a charm.” I can see how this statement came about at least but why do we still use it? We as an intelligent people know charms and spells do not work. If they do anything for us it is purely placebo effect. It is because we believe in something that it may work. Long ago when it was a time of less technology and medical knowledge I could see how one could believe in charms so when it worked they could say, “Worked like a charm.” Now it should have the meaning changed, because we know that they do not really work.

Another one that makes me crazy is, “More fun than a barrel of monkeys.” How fun is a barrel of monkeys really? If you think about it a barrel of monkeys is kind of scary. I mean wouldn’t they be all mad and stuff? I know if I was a monkey and I was trapped in a barrel with other monkeys with a monkey foot in my face and a monkey knee in my back I would be mad. That is one barrel that should never get opened! Who wants that?

Okay, okay I know that is not what this statement means, they are referring to the little red or blue plastic toy that every kid has at one point. You know what I mean right? It is in the toy box next to the Mr. Potato Head. All the little pieces have fallen to the bottom of the toy box though so you never really played with it. But it was never all that much fun anyway so you do not worry about it. So I guess that just about anything is more fun that a barrel of monkeys. So there is no point n saying it. You may as well say, this is not that fun really.

“Well aren’t you as cute as a button?” What the fuck does that mean? Really have you seen cute buttons? Okay perhaps there is some out there. I know I have never seen one and I also know I do not want to be compared to one. Who came up with that? That is one of those that have been around since before our grandfathers. I can not imagine any one who would have liked to be called as cute as a button. If they do it is only because they really, really like the person who said it.

Do not even get me started on urban speak. Now before you call me a racist I realize that this is not a race thing. People of all races destroy the language trying to sound cooler than they are. What they do not seem to realize is they only make themselves sound dumber. They only impress the people of equal level, and will never be able to rise above where they are. No one can take you serous when you speak like this. Have you ever seen this stuff spelled out? I have studied language and even a little cryptology, but must have missed the day in school that they taught this. I can not decipher it. I was once told I would catch on. I replied saying I have too much respect for my language to even try to catch on.

Why do we keep saying this crap? You know as soon as it is said just how dumb it sounds, but you can not stop yourself. Things like this really do dumb down the people who say it, and the people around them. We have campaigns for save the whales, save the rain forest, save the baby seals. Can we have a Save the Brain Campaign? Rather than a war on drugs, let us have a War on Stupid Slogans! Rise up and throw off the shackles of overused sayings with dumb meanings!

Stop making funny bones jokes, they are not that funny! Put an end to your barrel of monkeys; cast aside your useless charms! Let us find some respect for our American Dialect! People’s idiolect has ruined our dialect.

Naomi’s Rant: Off the Grid and Out of my Mind

This is from the book I am working on I hope you guys like it!

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Internet, leases, phone contracts, IM, Myspace, Yahoo, Google, utilities, and mail: It is all part of the grid. Fuck the grid. Fuck scan bars, UNI card, ID, and passports. Why must every movement we make be traceable? Social Security, driver’s license, hunting licenses, W2s, W4s and, “Let me see your ID please.” I hate this shit. I am a Modern American Reject Gypsy. I have no place for your Grid! I will run and hide from it.

Yes, I have a cell phone. So I guess I do have a little bit of a life line still attached to this evil that is the US way of life. I only have it because one never knows where they will end up and when they will need a little bit of saving. In case you can not tell I am a small female, with a big mouth, so I need saving a lot. To be honest everyone should have a cell phone, but that is a rant for another day.
I say turn your TV off, close your laptop, and get the fuck off the Internet! Stop putting your name on everything. What is this human need to leave a bit of them self everywhere they go? Keep doing that, and after awhile you lose yourself. There is a life outside of IM’s, email, and text messages. Now get out and live it! Take the things that hold you to this grid, and throw them at the next 18-wheeler you see.

YES, I am crazy, never denied it, but really am I wrong? I am out of my God Damn mind! Who says I need a credit card? Why must Visa, Master Card, and American Expresses rule my life and tell me what I can and can not buy. Really I don’t have one. No one believes me, but I don’t. I work for tips, and never get a paycheck. I am good by this, and think more people should be like this. Too many people walk around say how much they hate their job. This really gets to me. Do not tie yourself to something you hate. Your job does not own your soul, you can quite. Why stay if it upsets you. If you have ever cried at work, then you are in the wrong business.

No I am not paranoid, well maybe I am a little. I don’t think aliens are tracking my movements, and I am not worried about the government hunting me down because I bought something weird. That is jut dumb. I am not running from warrants, the law or charges against me. I just miss a life where what you do is privet if you want it to be. I miss the general population being able to disappear if they feel the need. Sometimes mystery is good.

Sometimes you need to just turn off the electric buzz in our everyday life. I never did like white noise. I was once told that pink noise is really more soothing, but I do not know anything about that. Are you like me, and just need a fucking break? When I left the grid it was only meant to be a month tops. Told all my blog readers I would be back after a vacation from life. Who knew I would love it off the grid so much that I would dump it all! I live here, and now. My home is in the moment, and I never worry about who leaves comments on whose page. I don’t care if no one sent me an email, or left me a comment on Myspace for a while, and so what if I have not had any hits on my blog for 2 months now. I am to busy living a life less ordinary! If you ask me that is what really matters, “Freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose!”

Now come on every one lets all go out of our minds and off the grid! Join my evolution revelation. Free yourself! Lets jump this and find out how good freedom feels! I am a rat fleeing the Titanic. I am jumping this ship while it is still afloat!

/end rant/ end transmission/ free your self