Day 88- Friday, April 6th, 2012.

Day 88- Friday, April 6th, 2012. 

I stayed up until 2:30 last night ..well this morning... reading Book 2. I think that the reason why I like Suzanne Collins's reading so much is because she thinks like me. She is honestly head over heels in love with Katniss and Peeta. And when it is SO clear they share that connection, it come off in her writing. That's why book 1 took me 8 hours to read. Thats why Book 2 took me 7 hours to read. Book 1 gave me moments  I felt like I was going to die along with Katniss in the cave, I felt trapped when they were on the Comucopia, I felt dizzy when the berries reached their mouths, and I had a strange sense of borderline scared of the unknown when they intertwined their fingers before stepping off the train. I thought that was crazy, for me to feel like that about fiction characters. But that was before I read Book 2. Book 2 brought on a world of its own. At times I gasped from astonishment, I felt waves of nervous-ness, fury, terror, rebellion, relief, dizziness, anger. A few times my room mates looked up from what they were doing to stare at me, apparently there were times I actually gasped out loud, I scared them a few times with the expressions of my face as I read on. And I know why I feel this way about these books…In the first book after reading the first chapter, the face of Katniss morphed into something different. It was no longer a face of someone I didn't know. It was my face. Suzanne Collin's wrote these books to get to me. And it worked. I was no longer a astonished fan any longer, but I was there, I was… I am Katniss. Everything she feels and thinks I see myself feeling and thinking. Every pain and terror she goes through I go through. I am Katniss! And the thing I am terrified the most is…I have 1 more book left. And then I'm gone. Book 3. The last book. I know I must continue on in "our" story. I must face the fact that what Gale has told me is true. "We" have to keep moving. I have to keep moving, not as Margarita. But as Katniss. I HAVE to keep going, I HAVE to do my part, and most impotently to me, I HAVE to find Peeta. Last night while Haymitch told "me" what happened. I had to stop reading, I had to de-morph from being Katniss. Either way I was furious. I slammed my face and fists into my pillow thats on my bed, I wanted to break something! I wanted to take it all back, all "we" had done up into this point and just freeze a past moment in time. The last real alone time "we" shared on the beach. The moment on the rooftop. But mostly "I" wanted to drawl back into "our" cave, as the rain and storm stormed on outside, away from this world. Where "our" cave-world was the only thing that mattered. Katniss and Peeta's world. Peeta and "My" world. But "I" can't. "I" can't go back. "we" can't go back. "We" have to move on. "We'll" figure something out. It will be brilliant! "I" am going to save Peeta…BUT...But at the end of Book 3 its over. And I am terrified of finishing book 3. Because not only will this amazing new life of mine end. This amazing new confident me will end too. 

BAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! YEAH!! I won! I figured it out, HAHAHA!! Its awesome! So (insert name of Lameo here) doesn't like me, this is OBVIOUS! Its so obvious! Like with every molecule of oxygen he/she breathes in, he/she breathes out not only carbon dioxide but dislike to me and my roommates. After this treatment being turned up to the gagillionth degree since Tuesday night, when we moved in, I was feeling a bit bummed out about it. Who knew that when someone treats you like THIS, it is lame. WELL! Apparently when I just chill like my regular American self he/she goes from dislike to repulsed. Which I figured out as I chilled back in my chair. I went from siting like a lady to slumping back and eating like an American (eaten with my fingers, taking big bites, and slumping back into my chair, in other words, I was COMFORTABLE) Well as I switched so did he/she. He/She went from dislike to being repulsed. Which I found to be hilarious! So of course I kept chilled back watching as he/she tried their hardest not to look at me in all my disgust, but of course he/she couldn't help it. Curiosity got the best of him/her and he/she just HAD to keep turning slightly back to look at me. He/She had to cross the kitchen twice and the sides of His/Her face snarled up in repulse. Somehow this struck me as hilarious. And it took seriously everything I had NOT to start laughing right there and then. SERIOUSLY! EVERYTHING I HAD! And at this point was not much left, just some tortillas so I crammed a chunk in my mouth. Well he/she saw this and looked like they were going to die. Which made me want to laugh more. But my mouth was at full capacity thanks to the thick tortillas we had made. Either way it was hilarious and it made me happy that I could mess with him/her like that. It was the best moment I have had since I was laughing like a fool in the internet cafe talking to my sister! :) Now I know what to do to get him/her off my back! GENIUS! Him/Her- 0 Maggie- 1! Whoop! Now all I have to do is be well…myself and I will seem repulsive to them naturally! That should be easy enough! :) haha What he/she doesn't know is that not only am I American I am a Californian! A CALIFORNIAN! CALI-FOR-NIAN! Its possible we are the BEST state ever when it comes to repulsing people! We got sick-minded surfers in the south and good ol' disturbed country hicks in the North. This is in the bag! I got this! It was the funniest thing ever! He/She started talking about the indigenous people here (oh yeah by the way he/she can make some pretty racist comments when it comes to people not of his/her oh so charming kind) Anyways, He/She started talking about the indigenous and how dirty they were (mainly because they are working in the dirt all the time but also because they probably can't afford soap, none of which seems to matter to him/her) Anyways, he/she goes on to say he/she were talking to one and asked them why they were so dirty and didn't wash their clothes! CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT?! No shame! The indigenous person told him/her that they did wash their clothes, they just washed them different from him/her. "No" he/she said, "That's no excuse, everyone should wash their clothes flat out instead of scrunched all up." Then turning his/her voice in my direction, but not his/her eyes, he/she says… "But SOME people are just dirty and ignorant. It must be how THEIR mothers raised them, their mothers are probably just as dirty and ignorant as they are! And its really disgusting and THEY should be SHAMED to be seen like THAT…dirty and IGNORANT just like THEIR MOTHERS" I almost fell off my chair laughing, instead I just ended up standing up awkward and choking on my mouthful of tortilla. BAAHAHAHA! I had to go next to him/her to wash my plate, and so naturally I couldn't let a chance go by. I crammed almost a whole tortilla in my mouth and slouched back, while washing my plate. His/Her mouth dropped open in disbelief as his/her words made no effect on me. He/She literally starred at me the whole time I was washing my stuff. And it was just TOO GOOD! I couldn't pass it up! When I finished washing I filled my cup with water, swished it in my mouth and swallowed when I finished my cup, they were still starring at me. So I washed my cup, his/her eyes getting bigger and bigger, stepped away from the sink as I grabbed another tortilla and crammed it in my mouth, . And then because I couldn't help it! I winked at them and left the kitchen. A gasp of disbelief and shock and as I was walking down the hall to my room, he/she started his/her usual slamming of dishes and kitchen things. BAHAHA!! It was like it was from a movie, but drastically different. Haha! Either way it was hilarious! When I told my other roommates about it they laughed like crazy! To me its pretty funny how my natural self is so repulsing to him/her. He/She should go to California, I think it would be good for his/her health! BWAHAHAHA!!