For a dreary Monday afternoon

I'm a life-long reader, meaning: reading books and all that it entails is the only thing I have ever done with my life with any real consistency. Everything else falls to the wayside. I've tried soccer, I've tried roller derby, I've tried horseback riding (that one is second ... but not a close second), running, basketball, journalism.

But I am always a reader. And when I think about the time, and space and relationships that have been devoured, for the sake of that next page, that next scene, that next author, that next book I have to have ... it's really quite pathetic, really.

26 years, countless hours melting into days and weeks and months. And all that it means to? Some 450 books. I read and all that it it amounts to is some 450 books that I have actually read.

Not much, is it?

New season, new quarter

I have decided to do a reading list once a month, so here goes:

Books bought in March:

1. "Lords and Ladies," Terry Pratchett
2. "Witches Abroad," Terry Pratchett
3. "Equal Rites," Terry Pratchett
4. "The Gunslinger," Stephen King
5. "Anansi Boys," Neil Gaiman
6. "Darcy's Story," Janet Alymer
7. "A Long Way Down," Nick Hornby
8. "Jane Eyre" (second copy), Charlotte Bronte
9. "A Picture of Dorian Gray" (second copy), Oscar Wilde

Books actually read in March:

1. "The Big Over Easy" by Jasper Fforde
   
2. "Jane Eyre" * Started
   
3. "A Picture of Dorian Gray" *Started
   
4. "Equal Rites" *Started
5. "Darcy's Story" *Started

OK, so the numbers don't exactly add up... but hey. I bought more books than usual this time, because I got my tax refund, haha. Besides, I don't really think you can be a healthy reader unless you purchase more books with the best intentions, but can never possibly read them all. I will get there, some day. I still have books I bought in high school I want to read, and haven't read yet, and books I want to re-read, and so on. But anyway, I thought doing this about once a month would help me keep track. It's still awesome because I rediscovered Terry Pratchett and how wonderfully witty and hilarious he really is. So I still win. Now on to the real post...

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Sometimes, I just want to write stuff like this:

Today I bought index cards. A dog barked and growled at me, then ran away in fear. I love English classes. I hate work, most of the time.

But I won't.

However, I will do a few, quick updates. =) Steve and I got the house, we're moving in May 1. It's crazy. It's exciting, but it's crazy. Mostly exciting, though. I can't wait, somewhat because I'm really excited about really having my own space, but mostly because I will finally have Oscar with me and I won't have to drive home all the time for a cat. hah.

I am also really excited about my final quarter as an undergraduate. I am taking all English classes -- I had the first two today and they're pretty awesome. I get to read stuff of Oscar Wilde's, the Bronte's and Virginia Woolf's -- honestly, how could they not be? I know the quarter is going to be stressful, but not because of classes really, more because of my sister's wedding and all of those preparations, moving halfway through the quarter, and working 30 hours a week. If nothing else, it will be interesting. Speaking of stress and never getting a break, I am going home this weekend, yet again, for Lauren's first wedding shower. Yes first. She is having three....

Still, I suppose now is the time to indulge her as she is getting married. heh.