I have post-book depression.

When I read a really good book, I find myself dreading the end. Everytime I turn the page, my stomach sinks. I relish every detail, forcing myself to slow down. I want to make it last even more than I want to know what happens. I never want to leave that little universe. I guess what I'm saying is, it's about the journey. Not the destination.

Things that are contributing to my ridiculously good mood:

1) the weather and the hour i just spent reading outside on the beautiful quad.
2) the feeling that tonight is going to be so fun!
3) daniel abdalla
4) ra friends!
5) my room, which is clean and comfortable and MINE
6) rocking out in above-mentioned room
7) the fact that i get to go home and see my family in two weeks :)
8) post-workout energy burst
9) school, especially the poetry of e.e. cummings, the spanish language and my history of latin america class

Visiting u of i was like being on vacation. Now I'm home and doing everything I can to avoid my homework, which is all for Poetry, which I currently have no thoughts about. Actually, I have one thought about poetry, and that is that though I like a poet here and there, most poetry is frilly and unnecessary and boring. Also, the fact that I have to read Early Modern English poetry is ridiculous because its only redeemable quality is that it is old. Surviving the ages through a series of freak accidents does not justify torturing English majors with a neverending chain of eerily similar poems about jesus. Seriously people, get a standardized system of spelling.

Anyway. It was really great to see Kristin. Sometimes I think our friendship is improbable, because, on the outside, we don't have much in common. It works though. We have completely different taste in most things, so we never fight over boys, we force each other to experience new things, and we always have new stuff to tell each other. The things we do have in common are the important ones anyway. Plus, we've been friends for so long we just understand each other. It's nice to just be a girl and hang out with girls.

As lame as it is, I liked writing 25 things about me for facebook. It forced me to not only think about myself, but about the image I present to people. More specifically, I got thinking about the things I choose to talk about with people. In conclusion, I talk about everyone else too much. I need a cool hobby.