3 days just seems too long,
and I have so much to say.
Today I thought about a million things. The day was beautiful and I stayed inside for a third of the day reading and basking in the sun. I listened to all of the "stories" you recommended and I especially liked the one about the girl with self-help issues, and how she described her self-help addicted ex-lover as "tall, skinny, and had shiny hair". haha. The other one's weren't as funny, but interesting all the same.
Muscle tees at the gym look simply ridiculous. like wearing a t-shrit for tots, sorta defeats the purpose of looking "manly".
I got really jealous after reading this really juicy novel. I want to write the stuff of ingeniousness. it must be right if it feels so good. Something that draws you in so powerfully can't simply mean just "a hobby", it feels more like a "perfect fit". You get so excited and overly involved in this so-called fiction, it takes all of your senses and begins to summate all kinds of wonderful sensations. It's better than food, exercise, and watching movies! It's amazing! People only rarely fall in love with a career path, for some it may be architecture (which I find astoundingly credible as well), or cooking, or teaching, etc. For me, I believe it's writing, but I guess we shall see after my summer at boston.
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