My Droll Day

I feel like making some sort of little journal entry about my personal life. Humor me or GTFO, I don't care. I'm sick.

Literally.

My throat hurts so much. I suspect the person who had their tongue shoved in my mouth a few days ago gave it to me (I jest, you know I'm not a dirty whore. )

I think I'm getting a fever too. Fuck. Why on the weekend? I'm so miserable, and there isn't enough soup in this damn house.

A few of my friends from class and I, decided to skip and go see Prince Caspian. We just wanted an excuse to skip, really... that class is so boring. My math professor is a nice guy. He recently had a heart attack and I feel bad, but I could fall asleep in his class! Anyway, I'm dedicating this weekend on catch up work since the final is just around the corner.

So we went to see Prince Caspian and got an ungodly amount of popcorn--- half of which, may or may not have been eaten. (It was dark, things were flying... it's hard to tell.) The movie was really good! I've heard so many bad things about it, but I was on the edge of my seat! Go see it if you have a chance.

After I made my way back near my house (they live a few towns over, it's about a 25-30 min. daily commute to school.) I stopped by our local used book store. Those who know me, will know that I detest buying new books, which is why I scrounge around old book stores. I hate over priced literature, it's dull and new and no one aside from the book maker has laid eyes on it.

Our book store is so useless. The woman who works in it is nice enough. She has a tiny barking dog that's a bit like a cute rat, but besides her rat dog is pretty much the most useless book store worker ever. I bring her author names and lists and she's not familiar with any of them. She didn't even know who wrote The Tempest for Chrissakes. Also, she fails to find one book I've ever asked her about. She'll point me to the genre's shelf (if she knows the genre). I find it hard to believe she doesn't know whats on the damn shelf SINCE SHE STOCKED IT HERSELF.

Anyway, I brought her a whole list and she was zero help. ZERO. Apparently, people in our area don't read good books and therefore blow ass. If you're curious, here is my list (it's a collection of book titles or authors):

Michael Bishop
Greg Bear
Illuminatus by Robert Shea
H.P. Lovecraft
A Brief History of Time
Robin Hobb
Tim Powers
The Drawing of the Dark
Expiration Date
Bloodworld
House of Stairs
Agent of Chaus
Of Men and Monsters

I'm most angry that they don't have the friggin' Dark Tower series.

Anyway, I ended up purchasing a few books anyway. (The only ones I could find remotely interesting that I don't already own.) I bought:

R is for Rocket by Ray Bradbury
I, Robot by Isaac Asmov
The Time Machine by H.G. Wells (My 2nd copy)
The Island by Peter Benchley

I've also recently purchased </i>The Book of Air and Shadows</i> by Michael Gruber from Hastings. If you guys have read any of these, tell me if you liked them! Also, feel free to make any suggestions!

I just finished Ishmael by Daniel Quinn. It's a LIFE CHANGING book, the link to the full book being read allowed on YouTube is always in my journal footer. Seriously, read this 200 page book, it will change your life forever.

I'm currently reading The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. It's funny, I tried to read him once when I was much younger, but I found his writing style soooo boring. Now, I actually kind of like it. A friend suggested him when I mentioned how I've developed a liking for Vonnegut's work. I remembered that I had this book collecting dust on my shelf, so I figured I'd give it a try. I've also cracked into R is for Rocket, which is a bit cliche for sci-fi already, but is saved by it's great descriptions such as:

"There was this fence where we pressed our faces and felt the wind turn warm and held the fence and forgot who we were or where we came from but dreamed of who we might be and where we might go.... (One of the few ellipsis that I accept exist.)

and

"The other pirates were okay. Sid Rossen, Mac Leslyn, Earl Marnee, they knew how to jump around like all the kids, and they loved rockets, too, but I had the feeling that they wouldn't be doing what Ralph and I would do some day. Ralph and I wanted the stars for each of us, more than we would want a fistful of clear-cut blue-white diamonds."





Note: Sorry I couldn't include recent dA events etc in this journal. As I said, I've been dling WoW for a few days and my internet is unbearable slow. I still love you though!