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i dont remember the exact time but around the time when the first Harry Potter came out (the book) and A Child Called It, i got really into reading. i rememeber sitting in my room (in my old house) on my blue blow up chairs reading for hours. i would finish up to two books in one day. it was so enjoyable. for each book i'd find a different place to read. harry potter was on the blow up chair, a child called it was in my hamock chair and some other book that i can't think of right now was on the window seat outside of my room. i dont know why this all came to me right now. i miss reading. i miss having the time to read. i dont know which way to look at it though. because when i was that age, i didn't go out very often because i didn't have very many friends and because the friends i did have, their parents were not willing to drive to alpine to just have their daughter "hang out". so i read. alot. and i wrote. alot. i wrote such ridiculos stories. one was about a man driving home from church thinking about how his life was perfect and he hit a dog who was actually an angel and the dog showed him how is life was half full. i read it the other day and laughed. not because it was funny but because my writing STILL HASNT CHANGED. well... maybe it has. life is such a slow process when youre in it, but when the time has passed you wonder where it has all gone.
ive really been focusing on people alot lately. not on their emotions but rather on their personalites. ive just been watching people. i like it. i get to see people in action rather then being in their action, like always. im beginning to talk to people i never thought id have the courage to talk to and realizing that they aren't as intimidating as i believed them to be. some are actually quite disappointing while others are keeping my hopes up. im beginning to be more forward in what i want but in subtle ways.
life is wonderful.