Miley Cyrus

This really shouldn't come as a shock to anyone. I harbor a deep sense of apathy-hatred toward most celebrities. I see no point in feeding their fire of insanity and fame. With the exception of Lady Gaga, Zefron and the cast of the Harry Potter movies, every famous person could stop functioning as a celebrity and my world would keep on turning. (A world that’s full of happiness, that I have never knooooooown.). On that note, (Pun intended) because of my aversion to most things Disney Channel, I have tried like mad to avoid seeing or hearing anything of Nick Jonas in Les Mis on the West End. So you can imagine my mixed feelings of violent sickness and admiration when I saw this video of him kicking A Little Fall of Rains ass.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbcHoU7J8IQ&feature=related

But I digress.

Where was I? Oh yeah.

Miley Cyrus might be my all time, least favorite person on this planet. Granted, I don’t know her, and maybe she’s a super nice person, but the chances of that actually being true are extremely small. Hannah Montana literally makes me want to tear my eyes out of my face in a fit of blind rage. Her acting is so incredibly appalling and her voice so unbearably unpleasant, that I am thoroughly convinced that if the show were to never exist; the earth would surely be a better place. The world would know peace, all wars would come to an end, puppies and butterflies would frolic and fly as their respective hearts desired in fields of cotton candy and streams of raspberry lemonade. So needless to say, I avoid anything remotely pertaining to her.

Now, If you know me, you know that I enjoy reading. I've recently rekindled my love of reading, and currently devour any book placed in front of me. I've really only avoided the romance. I tried my hand a Nicholas Sparks but I never really got into it.

Sorry, this is super all over the place, but there's a lot of points that I feel must be made.

Last point.

I have been writing two books for two years now. Right now, I'm super lazy with it, but the stories are constantly going on in my head. One is a trilogy about the aftermath of the fall of America and the vigilantes who try to regain justice in the corrupt empire. It's pretty boss if I do say so myself. The other is more of a chick lit kind of thing. But like chick lit for girls with brains. I'm in love with it. The story is kind of all over the place right now, but the characters are so dear to me. My only real motivation to finish these stories is so other people can know my imaginary friends.

Ronnie is the coolest. She's smart and funny and sarcastic and awkward and getting into her head is awesome.

SO! Not having read the Nicholas Sparks book The Last Song and having a violent dislike for Miley Cyrus, you can imagine my horror when my sister brought home the DVD and the back read that the main characters name is Ronnie...

SERIOUSLY?!

This totally awesome person, who I someday hope to get published will forever be associated with Miley Freaking Cyrus!

I cannot change Ronnie's name. It doesn't work like that. Her name is Ronnie. Her name has been Ronnie fr 17 years. I have zero control over the characters and the things that happen to them. It sounds super stupid and artsy, but thats how it rolls. I'm just the vessel for the story.

You can imagine my disgust when I found this out. I ran from the room in a dramatic flourish to drown my sorrows in a 2 liter of Dr. Pepper.