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On a whim, I bought the novel The World According to Garp by John Irving. It took me less than a week to read, not because I couldn't put it down, but because it was a better option than reading chapters of biology and psychology. I liked it though. It confirmed to me that I still have a lot of growing up to do. There were just parts of the book that I couldn't understand simply because I haven't lived long enough to gain such a perspective. I'll read it again when I'm 40 or something, when I've experienced enough of the world to grasp the intricacies of that novel.
I feel really lucky, lately, to be surrounded by so many wonderful people. I don't understand why some of these people are so good to me and are so on a consistent basis. I guess I feel like I don't deserve it. And then I fear that these people don't realize how much I appreciate them for just being them. They are all so...well, wonderful. I'll be really sad to leave them. It makes me sad just thinking about it. I hope it's not a goodbye forever.