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People in the City of Rensselaer can't drive for shit. I was backing into my driveway and instead of waiting 3 seconds for me to finish backing in, this dude whizzes by about 4 inches from my front bumper at around 45 MPH. I was like "Holy FUCK" and then everything was fine. Backing into parking spots is not my forte by any means, especially one at a 45 degree angle down hill but I'm getting used to it and I've done pretty well thus far.
I got 3 books from the library. I'm such a geek but it's ok. I got Lullaby by that guy whose name I can't pronounce or spell but it's pretty good so far. It's fucking weird but most books that start out fucking weird turn out great in the end, or at least that's been my experience, but then again I'm a Vonnegut fan so just about anything goes. I also got Flowers For Algernon which I read part of in a highschool textbook a while back and forgot all about till today when I said what the hell. The last book I got is The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. I admire him a lot. He's such a great writer. There's so much out there to read and I feel a tad frustrated because I wasn't a big reader in highschool but I love to read I just never have the time to. I haven't read a lot of the classics that I would've liked to but I'm getting to it.
Here's a weird fact about the way I read and the way I've read all my life. I can't just sit down and read unless I know how many pages I have left in a chapter and how many pages I have left in the designated amount of chapters I plan on reading in a day. I'm very meticulous like that in just about everything I do and I hate it because it gets in the way of really getting into a book. Sometimes as well, I try to read a book and I end up daydreaming about something in the middle of a sentence or paragraph and forgetting completely what the first part of what I read was about. And I have a weird way of percieving things that happen in a book. Whenever I'm in a class and someone asks about symbolism or one of those designated English class questions I always come up with something completely different from the rest of the class that no one else would ever think of. It's frustrating sometimes because I feel like I'm wrong which I know is impossible because stuff like that can only truly be answered by the author and sometimes not even by him or her so it's really up to interpretation. I hate the aspect of right and wrong in these situations because unless you're a shithead and you're saying something that has nothing to do with anything, you really can't be wrong. It's weird, and it's weird that I think about such things, or maybe not; I dunno.
I got 3 books from the library. I'm such a geek but it's ok. I got Lullaby by that guy whose name I can't pronounce or spell but it's pretty good so far. It's fucking weird but most books that start out fucking weird turn out great in the end, or at least that's been my experience, but then again I'm a Vonnegut fan so just about anything goes. I also got Flowers For Algernon which I read part of in a highschool textbook a while back and forgot all about till today when I said what the hell. The last book I got is The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. I admire him a lot. He's such a great writer. There's so much out there to read and I feel a tad frustrated because I wasn't a big reader in highschool but I love to read I just never have the time to. I haven't read a lot of the classics that I would've liked to but I'm getting to it.
Here's a weird fact about the way I read and the way I've read all my life. I can't just sit down and read unless I know how many pages I have left in a chapter and how many pages I have left in the designated amount of chapters I plan on reading in a day. I'm very meticulous like that in just about everything I do and I hate it because it gets in the way of really getting into a book. Sometimes as well, I try to read a book and I end up daydreaming about something in the middle of a sentence or paragraph and forgetting completely what the first part of what I read was about. And I have a weird way of percieving things that happen in a book. Whenever I'm in a class and someone asks about symbolism or one of those designated English class questions I always come up with something completely different from the rest of the class that no one else would ever think of. It's frustrating sometimes because I feel like I'm wrong which I know is impossible because stuff like that can only truly be answered by the author and sometimes not even by him or her so it's really up to interpretation. I hate the aspect of right and wrong in these situations because unless you're a shithead and you're saying something that has nothing to do with anything, you really can't be wrong. It's weird, and it's weird that I think about such things, or maybe not; I dunno.