February 2011
Sunday. Good morning :) Good morning :) Good morning :) Here you go sir! Good morning!
1:30am Time to get ready. Oh I hope he doesn’t let me down. I’ll worry about that later.
2:30am Fuck. He’s not logged onto Facebook. What the fuck did I say? Of course he’s not online. Of-fucking-course. My brother and I cautiously roll onto his driveway, or what might be his driveway,...
January 2011
I find myself swimming in my own phantasmagoria lately. It’s almost as if reading books gives me this high that stays for a while. Of course, it makes me question my character as a whole. As I scroll through the social lives of my peers on Facebook, I realize that I get left out of a lot of things. Even though I’m painfully aware that it’ll make me depressed, I’m always...
I forgot how amazing it felt to get so wrapped up in a novel that you completely disregard the tick-tocking of the hands of time and follow the characters through their journey from cover to cover. I am perfectly capable of doing so in one sitting, but only if it’s good. The past couple years I reluctantly flipped through the pages of world famous works merely out of assignment. I’ve...
