It has come to my attention...

What is the water bottle doing there? Why don't I make my bed? I really should move that rose...

I have recently been informed of two things.

Firstly, that I should consider shaving my head and becoming a Buddhist monk, and secondly that I have been too hard on poor Hans Christian Anderson.

Since I am comfortable with my current line of religion, I’ll disregard the first, but being an open-minded lover of literature, I decided to examine the second thing that I have been reproached on.

So, on a whim (while I was picking up “Rosemary’s Baby,” a book that is ominously staring at me from across my bedroom), I picked up the illustrated/annotated guide to Mr. Anderson.

My first reaction? OHMYGAWSH PICTURES!!!!!!! I started flipping through it and I legitimately fell in love with the dude. Did you know he was Danish? This automatically MAKES him cool!

So, I’m writing him an apology letter. Yes, he is dead and no, you may not eat the last cookie. (It’s mine, get over it.)

Dear Hans (Can I call you Hans? It sounds better, *winkwink*),

Soooo, wassup bro? You’re still not mad about the whole “little match girl” thing, right? Cuz if you are, I think you’re totally over thinking the situation. For realizies. :] Give me another chance, kay? I’m actually a pretty chill chick. Let me know when you’re done being mad and we can swap roast goose recipes.

XOXOXO,

Marbear

P.S. Blogging Rosemary’s Baby starts soon! Keep your eyes out! In the meantime, enjoy this picture of me, as I struggle through the horror story I'm about to embark on. (Just kidding! It's Rory...I only WISH I looked like that, =P) How does she make reading look so adorable?

SUPERCUTE! :)