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| Summer ReadingConfession: I didn't read a lot of the books assigned to me in high school. I skimmed and skipped my way through, relying -- as others do -- on thin plot summaries and precanned analysis. For shame, for shame, I know.
I found a copy of The Great Gatsby waiting for me on my end table when I got back to Arcadia. Coincidence, Act of God - I don't know. I was bored, it was hot; I started reading. And y'know what? It's actually pretty dang good.
Summer reading has always been a tricky thing for me. I make a list, buy some books but invariably end up with a stack of incompletes and shrugged oh wells. I used to read voraciously as a kid, but that was mostly cause my parents didn't let me watch TV. Damn that was fucking smart of them. I didn't want to do homework, so the natural thing to do was read.
It's not so simple anymore. Too many distractions, shorter attention span -- whatever. My leisure reading has mostly been limited to the precious private hours before sleep, indulging near a bedside lamp with a stack of pillows four-high. At least, it used to be. The past year: living in a dorm with a roommate and TV? Fuggetaboutit.
Point is I should read more literature. Starting with what I missed in high school, moving on to other stuff. Suggestions?
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| Suicide and PregnancyUnrelated incidents. A friend of a friend killed himself. An acquaintance from high school is extremely pregnant.
I heard this from someone a long time ago: you don't begin to realize your own mortality until someone you grew up with dies.
What of the opposite? When someone you grew up with is expecting a child of their own. The same, but of a different root.
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| Who we are, why we fightRecent things -- little things -- have forced me to evaluate the type of person I am.
I'm very opinionated, on the verge of being dogmatic. I strongly assert myself, and if I feel like you're wrong I'll make sure to let you know [if you're worth it]. Most people aren't. Thanks, Debate.
I have a very sharp perception of morality. Not necessarily good and evil, but right and wrong. I hate tyranny, believe in the rule of law, and will always champion for the little guy. Perceived Knowledge as a weapon is inexcusable to me. I hate when people talk down to others. KC calls this my inner-paladin. I think I owe it to my parents.
I hold grudges. It takes a lot to get me angry, but I don't easily forgive or forget someone who I think has wronged me or others. Little things reveal the bigger things, etc. My "Good People" measure, I guess.
I guess each of those things I listed could be perceived as flaws. Overall though, I like the person I am. Huh. Go figure.
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| Are you kidding me?!Benjamin Button for 13 (thirteen!) nominations?
Fuck that noise.
Then again, the Academy Awards do always seem to award mediocrity. | | |
| Houses, HomesI'm flying back to New York tomorrow. My parents plan to execute a long overdue move to Arcadia-proper in the upcoming weeks, leaving the house they've occupied for the past twenty or so years. I've spent my entire existence living in said-house. Said-house is my home.
Today is the last night spent in the house I grew up in. I transition from long thought permanence to the forever never-last of the college dorm. I don't know how to feel?
Sad. Bittersweet. Nostalgic. Eager. Adult.
I've attached meaning to these green, once-purple, once-white walls. There is the floor where I once puked out eggs and tomatoes. There is my bed where I had my first kiss. There is my couch where Michael C. called shotgun and plomped on before anyone else could reach. These are the doors of my formative years and they are closing.
THINGS TO DO
-Mail External
-Buy bags and boards
-Pack
-Clean
-Enjoy your room one last time
-Stop being such a sappy fuck | | |
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