Books!
I'm reading books again! Which makes me surprisingly happy, in a weird, nerdish way. I'm starting to remember the me of yesteryear, when I read 3 books a day and went to the library to get 3 more books each day. Then came the REQUIRED READINGS OF DOOM of course that called for capitalization, why are you looking at me like that which sucked the fun out of reading and made me write about what the themes and motifs of the books were instead of me just subconsciously understanding them. I dunno which one's better, yet: getting it without thinking about it or consciously skimming for special techniques used. Ah well. They're still books, and I love them so~
But the books, or rather, the one who tempted me with these paper-bound novels of procrastination, have the WORST TIMING EVER. Me, being the ever-wonderful, caring, and sefless person that I am, agreed to join the Reading Olympics, and now I am forever in a pit of bookish despair. I'm desperately trying to finish them as quickly as possible without ruining my precious, college-worthy GPA, so cheers to that! I will fail, but let me fall with my books close~
I dunno whether to be proud or distressed by the fact that this entire post is books-related.