Yes, Mischa! I wanted to name my son (if I ever decide to have children) Mischa for the longest time. I still would. And yes, it was so so sad, but it was one of those books I obsessed over. I never read books more than once, because I remember everything in such great detail, but that book I read three times. And yes, he met the little girl, Janina. And stayed with her family in the ghetto, and oh my goodness, such a wonderful book.
Mischa is such a lovely name. I already have my children’s names picked out. I am quite name obsessed. I spend hours on behindthename.com looking up names and the meanings of names and writing lists. I always claim that I need to do it as part of character research but I just really enjoy it. I don’t know why. The best part of writing for me is getting to know the characters I write stories about. Erin, Sonia, Rosie, Lara, Fitz, Ben. Such interesting people in my head.
I want to name my son Cormac and my daughter Elsa. Elsa, Elsie. So cute. :)
I’m watching vlogbrothers videos. They always make me laugh, but I’d like a little bit of social interaction tonight. Seriously, where is everyone? Why am I left all alone.
I need a new TV show to obsess over. A good one. Right now the only thing I’m watching is Gossip Girl. I want something that has already aired on TV, so I can just download the entire season and sit my way through it all. I miss Dexter so, so much. Dexter really used to get my excited. It was good suspense.
I always feel insanely good about myself when my hair looks nice. Curly or straight doesn’t matter. Just nice. Make up never gives me that feeling. I just feel like my pores are clogged. But nice hair, always cheers me up.
I do this thing where I go grocery shopping and buy food to fill up my empty cupboards and then eat all the delicious food and never get the chance to store it away and my cupboard and fridge remains empty.
“I don’t know why I’ve been feeling like this lately. This quiet, yet screaming fear that I’m going to lose you. That you’re suddenly going to dissapear and I’ll be stuck with absolutely nothing but a gaping hole in my chest. But it’s been eating at me, consuming my thoughts and threatening to spill the tears I try to hold in.I wish I could be there with you. No miles seperating us, no distance between us. I want to fall asleep with my head on your chest, your fingers tangled in my hair. I want to wake up next to you in the morning, giving you small kisses and trail my fingers over your bare skin. And until I have that, this fear is here to stay.”—
Ah there’s been so many beautiful boys on so many trains. I hate them, they walk in and walk out with little bits of my heart.
There has only been one, for me. It’s a terrible shame the only questions I’ve asked him have been “What can I get you today?”, “Would you like that upsized?”, and “Sorry, that was the twister with no tomato?”
You should definitely ask him something else! Go for it. Go, go, go. :)