Seneca of the Hunger Games

Ready for me to get dorky? Seneca Crane is the Head Gamemaker of the Hunger Games. In the Catching Fire book, they state that he was ‘executed’ (page 19)  because of his mistake to keep both Peeta and Katniss alive after their suicidal berry attempt.

Now, in the movie, they lock Seneca Crane in a room with a bowl of these poisonous ‘suicidal’ nightlock berries, indicating that he had to literally kill himself for his mistakes that he made in keeping 2 victors alive, instead of none.

Here is a little excerpt from Wikipedia regarding the life story of Seneca The Younger, a Roman story dating back to 4 B.C. :

Lucius Annaeus Seneca (often known simply as Seneca; ca. 4 BC – 65 AD) was a Roman Stoic philosopher, statesman, dramatist, and in one work humorist, of the Silver Age of Latin literature. He was tutor and later advisor to emperor Nero. While he was later forced to commit suicide for alleged complicity in the Pisonian conspiracy to assassinate Nero, the last of the Julio-Claudian emperors, he may have been innocent.^[1][2] His father was Seneca the Elder and his elder brother was Gallio.

Yes, I did research the meaning of all the characters of the Hunger Games. In my

previous life, I was a high school literature teacher. HA. Enjoy my dork reference!

i can die happy

my favorite make-up guru replied to my video! impressive, seeing that her videos average 300,000 to 2 million views! stoked :)

wake up!

man, i am on a tough one this morning. and let me say, i am quite the morning person. it is just shy of 7AM and it is still pitch black outside! i think it is just mentally psyching me out. but the reason why i am sleepy...

JULIA SUPRISED ME AND CAME HOME TO SD!!!

i was totally suprised. i had an idea at about 1:30PM yesterday, and when i got home at 4:30...she was there. i was sooo excited and genuinely shocked because it seemed too good to be true! my mom and pizzaz were in on this...but my question for pizzaz is- if you knew ju was home, why didn't you send me home earlier? like 7AM? ha ha ha. it all worked out well, but i was so excited and happy. she is down here with 6 (yes 6!) girls from portland, and last night we went to gingham. i heard about this restaruant on the radio (along with burlap, searsucker, and that somethin-deen in point loma) and the food was INSANELY good and INSANELY cheap, considering. nothing over $20. baby back ribs, halibut, catfish, baked mac n cheese, beans, hushpuppies, soul food. YUM

i ended up cancelling all plans i had after work this week so i can be with my HOMEGIRL, my best friend, my lady soulmate. so stoked shes home, so i guess i better get used to being tired for the next week.

happy monday!

where the wild things are

this strange post that i am about to present to you is excerpts from an email i sent to julia...modified and censored because we cuss a lot...welcome to my freaky friday post! i must be a few cans short of a 6 pack today...

"First of all, I went ape shit in target. I hit up the little girls section and they were having a $6 legging sale! You know I be a girl’s 14-16 (XL), so I got some lavender and hot pink leggings. The USUAL. Pink bunny ears, a Chuck Norris shirt that is AMAZE balls **chuck Norris uses pepper spray to season his steaks** Also , I got the DVD where the wild things are. Did you ever see that movie? I saw it circa 3 years ago with someone i am no longer fond of, and I remember sobbing the whole time I saw it but assumed it was because I was in turmoil over dating a napoleon dynamite infused with kris Humphries that treated me like donkey arse- so I thought I would give it another chance because the DVD was only $5.  Anyway, I ended up watching it last night with pizzaz in my parent’s spare bedroom laying on new Costo doggie beds on the floor (my parents are odd and we can't hang out in my room, but i respect that, hense i am now laying on the floor of a room filled with a treadmill, 6 guitars and a piano)***and my dogs get more luxurious beds than i do*** and I literally cried the whole time again. This freaky weird movie that makes no sense completely triggers all these hellish emotions. they aren’t animated characters…they are real wild things in chucky cheese-like suits and they are awesome….and they say things that literally make NO SENSE. So I literally am sitting at the end of the movie sobbing into pizzaz’s poor shirt and he thinks I am emotional because of this SILLY plot-lined movie, but really I am so sad because I relate to this character named K.W. and her owl friends Bob and Terry- does this shit make any sense? Keep this post when you watch the movie- or if you have seen it and you think I am psychotic feel free to let me know."

anyway, i love that movie because of it's oddities and it is officially the 2nd DVD i own! personally own! (the other one is from ju baby- she gave it to me for my 18th bday or xmas....they are so close together....and it is the holiday with cameron diaz (one of my favorite actresses who is a terrible actress) jude law (hot) and jack black (forever in love ever since tenacious D came out))....so i have 2 DVDs. i think i also have pretty in pink from my dad for xmas when i was 13...but we keep that at his house because he actually loves watching it. lets just say he bought it for himself because i THINK he loves ducky.

i digress....

pictures from the movie- enjoy your freaky friday!

<- that's K.W. love her.

My Proclamation: I Like to Rummage Through Crap

I feel like the title is self-explanatory, but in all actuality it is myself-explanatory, so I guess I should narrow down the search engine in your head and tell you what’s up. I like to dig through other people’s crap. Ever since I was a little girl, I have loved thrift stores, garage sales, consignment shops…you name a previously used item, I want it. One of my first memories in my mom and I’s apartment when I was a little, little girl was our garage sale that we had in the alley of the apartment. I put together a vase-looking container filled with hair ties, clips, scrunchies, etc, and this die hard Mexican family couldn’t live without it and we sold it for the $2-$5 range. On my end of this deal, I got gypped. So I decided to switch to the dark side and do the buying rather than the selling. I learned that for $2, I could get a pitcher full of hair accessories. And this is where my addiction started.

To this day, when I enter a thrift store, I pretty much have rowed onto an island of euphoria, where time and morals have been left on planet earth. I kid you not, time stops when I enter a thrift store. And somehow, my credit card limit is endless. It really is magical- I don’t even think Harry Potter can cast a spell to make my addictions come to life like the Good Will can. I thought I was in the thrift store for about 30 minutes, but it was 2 HOURS. Here I am, rummaging through the thrift store in my work skirt, heels, badge and somewhat professional face, digging balls deep in a drawer of buttons, a basket of light switches, or a bucket of sunglasses. $70 was spent that day, and my memory of those 2 hours are a complete blur. I digress.

The first step of addiction is to admit your problem. The second step is to open your own thrift store and find complete content in digging through people’s drop offs. I’ll let you know when the storefront opens.

honey the trickster

since i am now all settled in, i thought i could finally accomplish a outfit of the day! but, honey decided she needed to help. so, i present to you, an epic fail of photo proportions, because honey decided that she was going to be my stylist/assistant/toddler and assist.

photo 1- honey presents her photo bomb
photo 2- trying to take a picture of my jewelry, which means im actually trying to pet her (?)
photo 3- successful! bracelet from target, ring for $2 at the closet in OB and it never turns my finger green ;
) lucky!
photo 4: honey mounted the table that the camera was on
photo 5: tried a sit down photo, but that was clearly a fail.


so i present to you: HONEY! with a side of kay flood.

skirt is from marshalls, top from target, belt is a new thrifted wonder i found in encinitas...and there is some serious gold hardware on it. it screams texas.

enjoy!

xoxo HONEY, not kay flood today.

mara