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I’ve been reading lately. Reading books.

Reading used to be a huge deal to me. Throughout elementary school, I just read everything I could get my hands on indiscriminately. Since I was reading before kindergarten, I’d made it through all the school library’s Goosebumps and Nancy Drew by third grade, all the Fear Street and Baby Sitter Club by fifth grade, then just gave up on the school library and started hitting up the public library for Stephen King and Dean Koontz. I would just sit in study hall and read instead of doing my math homework. (Which I never did. I just turned a piece of paper with numbers on it everyday. Got a C. True story.) Then, around sophomore year, I just put the books down. (And picked the booze and boyfriend up. In retrospect, fair trade.)

Last year, I never read anything for fun because I was too busy swimming in the mandatory reading materials that engulfed my life. Somehow, I felt my free time was better spent watching movies than reading. Recently, however, I’ve had a change of heart. I’ve been reading up a storm, and not just Stephen King. Lately I’ve been obsessed with Chuck Palahniuk (who wrote Fight Club for the uninitiated.) For a normal person, this would be fine. But since I have this weird obsessive compulsion with knowing everything about everything, I won’t be content until I’ve read everything good old Chuck has ever written and everything written about him. Same thing happened with Mr. Stephen King when I discovered him in sixth grade. My mom had to set limits on when I could start a new book with him, because otherwise I would just clean out the library and sit around poking through literature. Not okay.

As of right now, I have read two Palahniuk books and have recently purchased a third that I have yet to start. But that’s not where my reading adventures end. Ever since I saw Sin City, it’s been one of my goals to read a graphic novel. When  I saw the preview for Watchmen, I knew this was it. But because I’m ADD and just read really fast rather than enjoy any of the pictures, I kept getting lost trying to absorb the cloud of plotlines that is Watchmen. I made it to Chapter 3, and then saw the movie in IMAX (which rocked my socks, be tee dub). Now, I still wanna finish it because I’ll be able to follow it without looking at the pictures and because Rorsatch (sp) is my new psychotic hero. I’m also halfway done with a poetry book by Charles Bukowski. This isn’t exactly a voluntary exploration of literature; I need to get a review done on this. Since poetry and I cordially hate each other, the only basis I had for trying to grasp Bukowski is because of the Modest Mouse song about him. Turns out, I don’t hate it. So I’ve just been reading up a storm up in here.

I don’t think I use paratheses or commas correctly because I use them all the freaking time.

The movie Evita is probably something that all band geeks should watch. Beyond that, I don’t see why anyone else would sit through that film.

I find out if I’m still an RA tomorrow. That means I can start planning my life.

I’ve had a really strong draw to tattoo parlors lately. Maybe it’s a spring cleaning sort of thing except with metal and ink.

I touched Zakk Wylde’s hand, and that officially makes me about ten times more badass than I was last week.

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~ by crazydiamond07 on March 16, 2009.