When I Write My Book...

I read this book...It was very strange. When I bought it, I thoought it would be a funny relief from all the horror/medical/crime books I've been reading lately. It turns out, it's just a creppy sex horror book that will haunt me in a different way than usual.
Sometimes I wish that books had ratings or limitations, like movies or internet porn sites. Like on the bottom of the back cover, would it kill them to put a little PG-14 logo? Maybe I should volunteer to read all the books in Coles and rate them myself...That would be a sweet job.
Anyway, I find it very disturbing sometimes when you think you've found the greatest book when all of a sudden you come accross some foul language or a sex scene or someone selling perscription drugs. What has become of our literature?
I just recently decided to go through my books, because the bookshelf was sagging so much, I was in fear of my life when I layed down to bed (I have shelves directly above my headboard). So I put in a box (soon to be given away or sold to the Owl's Nest) my old Everwood and Gossip Girl books. When I look back now, it seems so rediculus to have bought 11 GG books (at 15 bucks a piece!) when I knew they were filthy and filling my mind with nothing but sin.
So yes, my point in all of this was that if I were to ever write a book (oh poor souls who would have to read my mumbling), I would put a rating on the back cover, for all to see.

Last night I went to Reitmans with my mother. She needed new clothes for her trip to Montreal next week. I saw a counsellor (monitrice) there from French camp. I found it annoying that I could not get myself to speak French to her, even though I know I could have and I thought I was confident enough to, and she wouldn't have said anything if I did mess up some stupid grammar rule. How come even though I think I can be confident, under any sort of pressure (e.g. I didn't know she work at Reitmans and I didn't think I was going to see her there or speak French this weekend) I clam right up. I annoy myself sometimes.

To touch on a topic that we have been discussing on one of the other blogs I'm involved in (The Message of The Son, see link in sidebar), judgement seems to be a humungous deal in society lately. I know that I am constantly judging others, even though I try so hard to supress my inner feelings towards some individuals. I mean, everyone does judge to a certain extent, right? Whether you stereotype or judge or anything, you always get that feeling of guilt in the back of your mind, right? I really feell, deep down in my heart, that God is the only thing that should ever be judging. We work our whole lives to defend ourselves on Judgement day, but we don't realize that God is constantly judging us through others on an everyday basis. You forget to tell your sister that her boyfriend called. What does she think when he gets mad at her the next day? She would probably be more mad than understanding, right? Everyone judges constantly, but we must do our best to control our thoughts and actions and words. It is better to say nothing at all than to stick your nose where it doesn't belong.

Sorry about the rambling (agian). I don't think anybody accually reads the paragraphs in the middle of my posts anyway. :)
Hannah