ALERT: This post is very girly and rediculous.
The past few weeks have been super busy for Rob especially. Being one of the lead engineers on a major project at work, he's been punching out between 13 - 14 hour days all last week and all this week. Luckily, the chaos will give us a break come Friday (our happy birth day/Hunger Games/City Creek Center awesomeness). I feel bad for the poor guy, though. He has been so stressed and go-go-go for so long. It's hard for him to fall asleep at night because all he thinks about is work. Ug, I hate not being able to fall asleep! The worst. As he works from 7 pm until around 10:30 pm, I put Sam to bed, clean, dinker around upstairs, watch the Hunger Games trailer for the umteenth time, and finish reading Mockingjay. I'm on page 300 as of last night.
I went to bed in a bad mood on Monday night because I was so frustrated with what was happening in the book. Last night was better. Much better. Isn't that funny how literature can inpact us (or is it just me) like that? Rob noticed and asked what was wrong as I was turning over and pounding my pillow. I told him that I couldn't tell him (because it would spoil the book). He chuckled a little and asked, "Peeta died didn't he?" I laughed because he was pretty sincere for making fun of me. Oh, if only he knew!
You may be shaking your head, thinking I'm totally rediculous for being so attached to this character. But, let me fill you in on what is going through my brain...
Yes. I love defending and justifying myself. And, in the case of Peeta, it's pretty rediculous and fun.
Ok...so, when I read a book (not necessarily when I watch a movie...only sometimes) I identify myself with a character pretty strongly. So much that I feel their emotions (as best I can) and especially their frustrations. Pretty standard, right? However, in the Hunger Games, I got wrapped up in the "love triangle" sort of thing that goes on with Katniss, Peeta, and Gale. Now, when I say "wrapped up," I don't mean in an Access Hollywood - Benifer, Branjolina - kind of way. No, it's like going back to High School for me. I had a crush on a boy for seven years. Seven. Years. Yeah, it's pretty pathetic on my part. At least I can say that when I dedicate myself to something/someone...I'm unyeilding right?
Do you hear that hun? I'll love you forever...NO DOUBT.
Then, after High School, I began writing a friend of mine while he was on his mission. We had known each other since Elementary school and had always managed to stay friends, even if we were in different crowds. We wrote pretty much non-stop for a year and a half...and in the back of my mind I thought, "what if we were more than friends?" I even started to believe we were more than friends. In my mind, he and the-seven-year-crush put together is Gale. The relationship was purely friendship, nothing more. Rob, the love of my life is Peeta. Obviously, there is something, more than just platonic, there.
So, now all of you who have read the books can understand my frustration a little more. And, those of you who haven't, well - read them and then you'll see!
When I see Peeta's character in my mind, though, I don't see Rob. I see Josh Hutcherson...who I think looks exactly how I picture the character...I mean...come on
Isn't this Peeta?
P.S. I warned you this was gonna be girly.
