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I've left you for so long... and all I bring is shit.
Nothing ruins a book more than having to write a report on it. it's not like I wouldnt' do that naturally or discuss books with friends. No, see I hang out with people who read it's really rather nice like that. I was actually talking to a good friend the other day [i'm at her house now watching her brother and his friend. they're in 7th grade so this is v. v. easy and nice] and it turns out that our lives revolve around two things: the internet and fandoms. and you know what, those fandoms are all literary based so nyah! I feel superior to other fangirls. :D ::snigger:: Oh don't hurt my ego, it's v. bruised and small already.
For summer reading I did The Catcher in the Rye. Oh my bob, why didn't I read this earlier? It's so good I love it. I'm so glad I bought the copy instead of borrowing because quite frankly, Holden is my hero. ::swoon:: If you want to read my litte expose [put an accent on the last e for me] then you'll have to highlight. I hate nothing more than getting a book ruined for me, and my language teacher did that too! I swear, Holden Holden Holden, how I love thee. I don't care if you have a nervous breakdown, are a total washed up fuck, I still love you. You could feel him in the room with you, he was there telling this story. And I loved how he digressed--constantly. I mean, how much more yoli can you get than that? He had the sadistic streak, the cynicism, disillusioned, jaded innocent naivtity. I realize that that is completely oxymoronic but you know what, it's our contradictions that give us depth and if we were all always one way then it would be so terribly boring and blah. That's what makes life interesting. It's the only other major factor aside from time and weather that seperates one day from another, our actions. I'm getting all philosophical and cheesy on you aren't I? It's terrible, I'm in a Holden state of mind. THis will last for about a weekish or so I suppose but it's okay, I don't blog here much anyway so it's not like some excessive amount of spam. I don't blog much these days at all to be perfectly honest. Im such an effing isolationstic pig. Really. Fucking world should revolve around me dammit, and I should be able to keep the door closed most of the time. THis keyboard is all screwy so I am retyping the major typos but I suppose our perfectionist minds will have to hush a bit and tolerate some bizarre capitalizations and stuff, dropped apostraphes that sort of stuff. It's all good.
That was a terribly long paragraph and I digressed like mad crazy. Give me a tangent opportunity and you'll be damned if I don't hop right on it. :D I swear, I think half the time I'm crazy. And then I think myself crazy for thinking I'm crazy in the first place. did anyone understand that? does that mean anything to you? because if it does then please, explain it to me. I haven't the time nor drive to go get it down professionally. besides, I trust you a lot more than some scary person who went to school and got a degree in all that. I mean, professional sadism isn't all that attractive you know. I think that's what it is. I mean, I'm called a sadist all the time [not really, I exaggerate like mad crazy] but I'm also interested in things like diseases and mental conditions. Anything that differs us drastically is worth a looksee and the corruption of the human body. THe human body isn't really all that attractive, I'd take a tree over it any day, but it's complexity and how everything just goes together and works is simply fascinating. And then you get things like viruses, who are probably the closest we'll ever get to alien life forms, who aren't even alive and yet than can debilitate this great machine and bring up to our deathbeds in such rapid movement. I mean, ebola. Can anything be more fascinating than that? I can't really tolerate excessive amounts of gore either. ::Shudder:: You know what, I should stop. You're eyes have probably glazed over by now, I've learned to skip long entries because they're usually just pointless ramble or equally if not more so pointless angsting. Gawd, nothing I hate more than angst. I'm such a hypocrite. I've also abused the phrase "I mean" more times than is healthy in this one singular little piece of crap.
until the crazy muse bites again.
all my love,
yoli
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