Books: The Magic of Melina

Stage Two | Our Adventures Apart

So, it’s fitting that my induction into ‘Stage Two’ begins with a book rant, but don’t worry, it’s all positive.

It’s about this magician called Melina Marchetta, whose thoughts are transcribed seamlessly into words, paragraphs, and stories, and how lucky for all of us, that her words are published into these wonderful, public semblances: books.

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My Diary of The Vampire Diaries

(Sorry about the title, I like to think I’m punny sometimes)

So turns out I never actually watched the Last Song movie because I spent the last four days obsessed with The Vampire Diaries (aka TVD) courtesy of one of my fandom/tv-obsessed best friends, Sophia. So basically I finished two seasons and 4 episodes in the last four days, which is quite horrible and I’m surprised I’m not blind, but this show just gives me so many feels!

Like I basically watch this for Damon, because apart from being super hot (like eyes and hair adlkfas; <3), he is also a tortured, under appreciated, unrequitedly-loved, sassy, and funny lowlife with few redeeming qualities. Yet this truly attracts me to him, and apart from being the most interesting character on the show, I feel that he deserves the best. Like SO much better than Elena. It actually kills me how the lead female role is always such a wuss. Like “man up, woman”, you know?

Anyway, I’m not usually one for fantasy and ESPECIALLY not vampire fiction because the whole concept is kind of revolting, not so much “sexy”. And all the needless death and then turning those deaths into trivial incidents, it all really pisses me off. But, really, I can’t get enough of this show.

Show to appease my thirst for Delena (figurative!!), I basically spent last night reading the scenes and quotes highlighted in five seasons that capture the quintessence of Delena. And yes, as Sophia puts its, SPOILERS OH NO WHY, but I’m telling myself I’ll stop at season 4 and anyway, the show does turn shitty.

So I’ve basically been text-ranting to Sophia throughout my sped-up TVD journey about all my emotion and tears and feels watching this show, because despite it all, it’s so goddamn addicting. Every episode has 35 minutes of bullshit and killing and needless drama and unexciting characters, and then there’s those 5 minutes of redeeming screenplay and cuteness that keeps me hooked because I vicariously feel butterflies.

I’ll go on to a character breakdown as I keep watching, but for now, Ciao, because I really need to get back to this show!!!

-Delena xoxoxo ❤

P.S. Please trust me, I’m not usually this much of a girl, especially not a fangirl, but this show akldfjal;kfas

Facebook Trauma

59 likes. 60 likes. 99 likes. One more please! 5 minutes pass … I comment “Thank you ur gorg/perf/pr8y too!” Back on the newsfeed. 2 more likes. Thank goodness! Past 100. Wait but … what if I can get 120. Ya that’d be great. I think it’d look best. A little less desperate, just 100 looks like I tried hard and just barely achieved it. Wait. Wait. Wait …. Tap impatiently on the keyboard… whatever I give up. I close the tab. Command T. “f…”! Perfect!


Facebook. It’s an addiction. It’s an infestation. It’s lies and popularity. It’s the masochistic struggle with every status update, profile picture change, number of birthday wishes.

What is the “it” I achieved?


The reason we go on it: to check up on our social standing.

First, the popular kids check – for self-assurance, to go flaunt their beautiful lives and tons of friends and boyfriends on facebook.

Then, the regular kids check – to see if they have hopes of still becoming popular, to assure them of friendship, and to chat. The most optimal use.

Lastly, the lonely ones check – to torture themselves. To make themselves feel worse like there’s no way to get better and get over it. But they never do.


Facebook is likes. Its how many you can get in one minute, in one hour, in one day. Its how many wall posts from a variety of people you can get in a day, a week. And the numbers please no one.


The chat list is reassurance – you need to have interesting stalkers, at least 50%  opposite gender – of course you have to stay appealing.


It’s a quest for the perfect profile – the perfect number of page likes without being spammed or looking overly enthusiastic; the most beautiful profile picture, without looking too hot to touch or too ugly to look at, just the perfect amount of goofy in it.


It’s a resume. A resume of friends, opinions, looks – everything on the surface. The social life resume.


It’s a sadistic world. A race for perfection that none can achieve.