Books

It's weird. I feel like I go through seasons of "intellectual" hunger and then of wanting to only read what's considered to be more superficial reading. At first, I was totally in love with books that had wordplay that would go into the nuances of language and culture with witty and self-deprecating characters (The Elegance of the Hedgehog) but now I'm all for the somewhat deep yet simple plots of The Mysterious Benedict Society. Maybe I just have too much going on in my life.

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Or perhaps I just needed to get into the swing of things. I still like The Elegance of the Hedgehog I've decided.

Bored at Work

Well really it's writer's block. I can't think of what to write about next and I'm sick and tired of the restriction that I have (I have to use 30 vocabulary words in a page and a half of writing). I mean once you get used to it, it isn't that bad but it's still a mental strain. And for me, it's just getting restrictive and annoying.

And the clock is ticking. I have 7 more stories to write in 2 days (using the last day for revisions). BLEH

Restless. Can't wait to be done working.

My Future?

Travel.
Study.
Work.

GEEZ there's too much going on. Seriously. And what do I do? I do what I do best. Procrastinate. I realized that a lot of the time, I don't really make sense because I'm in my own bubble and I don't know how to explain things to other people. Is that why I like writing so much? It seems that perhaps through writing and constant revision, I can finally get people to understand me.

I wonder if my thoughts are more coherent in writing. Sometimes when I try to do stream of consciousness in a semi-coherent manner, my thoughts and writing pretty much don't make sense, even to me. I suppose I need to work on that.