Somewhat-Logical Explanations For My Leisure Activities

My leisure activities have actually become hobbies lately.
Yes, I have a list for that too:

1. Watch a movie/TV (hulu.com)
2. Read (novels, magazines, Bible)
3. Work on Puzzles (on a board, crosswords, sudoku, or word finds)
4. Color or draw (coloring books)
5. Play online poker (Google+ or Yahoo!)
6. Write (essays/articles, blog, journal, novels)
7. Take pictures (and edit/photoshop them)

This is what I do all day, every day. Maybe not all in one day, but a majority of each. My mother still continues to describe this as doing nothing all day. But if you think about it, some of these things could also be classified as an occupation. For instance, I have an interest in movie critiquing, so no.1 is a good start. I love to read and have developed strong knowledge in books, I also love libraries and wouldn’t mind a career as a librarian so no.2 is also a good starting point. I’ve heard crossword puzzles help develop your brain in the case of memory (which I desperately need), so no.3 is perfect. I like bits and pieces of art, but mostly drawing people. Although I became discouraged in becoming an artist (something I had my mind set on since first grade) after observing my 7th grade art teacher. But who knows, I might change my mind again so no.4 is perfect also. I have no excuse for no.5. There’s no doubt about it; it’s just a leisure activity I greatly enjoy from time to time. I want to be a writer, so I’m doing what I need to do when it comes to no.6. I have an interest in photography yes, but I’m not sure I want a career in it. There’s still the possibility, so no.7 helps build skill if I change my mind.

Heads up. I’m going to bore you with another list of my current books:
I just finished Of Men and Their Mothers by Mameve Medwed of which I enjoyed last night. The rest:

  1. North of Beautiful by Justina Chen Headley (currently reading)
  2. 1984 by George Orwell aka Eric Blair (also currently reading)
  3. Some Girls Are by Courtney Summers
  4. The Miles Between by Mary E. Pearson
  5. Okay For Now by Gary D. Schmidt
  6. The Year of Living Biblically: One Man’s Humble Quest to Follow the Bible as Literally as Possible by A. J. Jacobs

So among reading these books, I’m also trying to finish the sixth season Bones episodes on Hulu Plus before the free trial subscription ends in October. I must say, I really enjoy this show. But I still refuse to pay Hulu in order to watch everything. Damn them.
Meanwhile I’m still cyber stalking (not really) Johnny Depp.

A quote from my mother during a conversation I barely remember. Good thing I wrote it down:

“If you limit your children educationally to what they can comprehend age appropriately, then you never give them a chance to comprehend it.”

One last thing, is it possible to have insomnia as well as hypersomnia? Insomniac at night, hypersomniac at day? Maybe I should just work on adjusting my sleep schedule (a very difficult process I’ll have you know). Easier said than done of course.

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Where is the love?

Today wasn’t a complete waste of time.
I woke up at noon as usual (I should stop saying this, it happens regularly so we’ll just assume I wake up at noon everyday), had my bowl of Honey-Nut Cheerios in peace (surprisingly). Then I got back in bed and finished my book. The last few chapters were very emotional, and I didn’t expect that, but overall it was a good book (sequel actually): “Children of God Go Bowling” by Shannon Olson. Her life oddly resembles mine in a way.
I wrote a little after I finished the book. I didn’t start on the next book immediately like I used to. I guess since it was so emotional, I just wanted it to sink in, and think about it a little bit more. But my next book is: “Lottery” – by Patricia Wood.
The rest of the day was devoted to Tumblr. I stated my opinion on a post about ageism (I seem to be stating my opinion a lot lately). Basically my point is Ages 13-19 are considered teenage years. Why single anyone out when they’re in the same category? Everyone hates 13yr-olds supposedly because they’re immature. There are several immature people in the world. It doesn’t have to be a specific age. You can be 40-something and still be immature. It just depends. I’m seventeen; I’ll be eighteen at the end of May this year. I was pretty much immature up till February 2010. My dad’s death had a great impact on me; still does. I’ve changed into a completely different person. Mostly someone silenced.
You can say you’re 17. But proclaiming your age doesn’t tell your maturity level. You can assume, but you can never be sure. We’re all young. The world is fucked up enough as it is; why do more damage? Why not just come together? Different countries are struggling with different-yet-similar issues; whether it be leadership, or financial issues, or anything else, one thing is certain: the world is struggling. They’re aren’t that many people that see this.

Maybe I’m naive, but this is just how I see the world. Among other things.