random musings
I just made a poem for History class. I’d say it was good, considering I made it in under 5 minutes. I don’t know. Maybe it was good because I crammed. Yeah, crammers rule! Good or not, I’m not sharing (*bleh!*).
Yesterday, I started and finished Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. I haven’t had the chance to finish any book for almost a month now, and it kind of sucks. I’m currently stuck on the third quarter of Everything is Illuminated (I think I might have lost the book), and it feels quite good to have finished a book after weeks of procrastinating (even if the one I just finished isn’t on the “1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die” list).
This recent accomplishment made me think, ponder, muse–whatever you would like to call it. It made me wallow in regret of the things I have inflicted upon myself recently. I have known the first moment my mom read me a bedtime story that I would love books for the rest of my life. I just didn’t expect it to turn into such a strong passion (quite bordering on delusional obsession, really). And having finished another book at my own leisure made me realize what a perfect kind of life would be for me.
My perfect life would be staying home all day long, with the occasional walks for supplies and Vitamin D. I’d have a dog, a small and not-so-furry one, and maybe, a goldfish. I’d either have a bike or an energy-efficient vehicle. My fridge should never run out of rootbeer, pineapple juice, and tomato juice, and my shelves should never run out of M&Ms (plain ones) and peanut butter. I won’t have a television, but I’ll have a subscription to the daily newspaper (preferably, Daily Mirror), and at least 2 computers (at least one mac and 1 PC… could have more if need be!). I’ll cook gourmet meals at least once a week (for myself). I’ll wake up at 5AM and sleep at 9PM, and all that time in between will be either spent on reading or writing. One of my rooms would be filled up to the ceiling with books. It’s a simple life. Not entirely social, but as of the moment, socializing just makes me a teeny wee bit more depressed than I already am.
It would be kind of good to have some time to spend on things other than the things I currently do that do not matter to the people I’m doing these things for (hahaha! Made me breathless to type that one down!). I’m kind of missing those days wherein I didn’t have much of a commitment, and simply spent my days in boredom. Oh, how I wish I could just ask for those days back and spend them devouring book after book instead. Or if I can’t, I’m sure I’ve earned them, right? Can I claim them somewhere in the near future, perhaps?
I’m sitting in the middle of Environmental Engineering class, boring myself to death (and what a perfect time NOT to bring a book). The class is almost over, but every passing minutes seems exponentially longer than the last. I’m trying my hardest to keep from manufacturing z’s right now (can’t help but quote from Everything is Illuminated, pardon me) lest I should spleen (Alex, stop spleening me! Nyahahaha!!!) my professor if he discovers me.
OK. I’m starting to quote books now. I think that’s a sign for me to take some of the meds my shrink has recommended. ‘Til my next randomness, I think.