There Really Isn’t Anything Else To Talk About

Every now and then I have moments in which nothing in my current stack of library books interests me. It doesn’t last long though.
The current stack:

Okay For Now by Gary D. Schmidt

Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour by Morgan Matson

Ten Things We Did (and probably shouldn’t have) by Sarah Mlynowski

Boy Toy by Barry Lyga

Ten Miles Past Normal by Frances O’Roark Dowell

Border Crossing by Jessica Lee Anderson

I’m picky yet all over the place in the genres of books. Sometimes this, sometimes that. It just depends on the moment I guess.

But enough about books…

I don’t really have anything else to talk about besides books. That’s sad, I know. I’m working on it; not really but really. But not really. If that makes any sense?

I’m just now realizing my blogging consists of lists and books. Not necessarily in that order.

I received $20 a few hours ago from a generous-but not so generous family member, and two hours after that (including one hour of doing entirely nothing but thinking of what I want as I scanned my room. I seriously had the same pose of ‘The Thinker’ while sitting on my bed.) I finally decided what I think I wanted. So I called my favorite bookstore and had them hold The Year of Living Biblically: One Man’s Humble Quest to Follow the Bible as Literally as Possible by A. J. Jacobs. I stuttered on the Biblically part (easier said than done), but luckily she knew what I meant. They have it. One hardcover. $6.99. Hell yeah. I’m proud to say I’m a successful bargain shopper. During the hour of thinking of what to buy (yes, cash always seems to ‘burn a hole in my pocket’), I also considered other reasonably priced stores. Except Barnes & Noble, who is never reasonably priced (I miss Borders already). There is nothing wrong with a used book so long as the previous owner treated the book with respect. I’ve seen people use books as coasters and the like. If you are one of these people, shame on you. A few days ago I could have easily been called a hypocrite, but I really didn’t have a place to put my drink but on a book. My desk is crowded with books and more books. I feel terrible about it.
Once again, I really didn’t intend for this post to be about books, but I really have nothing else to talk about, since that’s all that goes on in my life.
I could talk about how much of a pain in the ass my two cats are, but I don’t feel like getting into that at the moment. I still have trouble sleeping because of them! Especially Cleopatra…

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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.

Pick A State, Any State

Just about everyday has been uneventful. There’s not much to talk about when nothing happens, but I like it when nothing happens because then there’s peace.

I finished The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger yesterday I think. It was an enjoyable read.
I’m trying to get the classics out of the way before I start reading the latest novels again and others from the library. I feel like I should have read them years ago. Probably.
These are next:

  1. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (currently reading)
  2. 1984 by George Orwell
  3. On the Road by Jack Kerouac

I use the library a lot because it’s easier to rent novels I’ve never read before free of charge, instead of buying them and taking the risk of displeasure. So I save $20 every now and then.
The only problem with the library is that they don’t always have the latest novels. It’s uncommon for them to have books published in 2009+, which is extremely frustrating. Sometimes I have no choice and have to make a few purchases, but it’s a last resort.
I was browsing my local library’s web page and noticed a “suggestion” link for the first time (I swear I don’t remember it being there). Hopefully the librarian will approve the purchase suggestions of the new books I sent.
I have a list of 100+ books to read; it grows just about everyday. I find it exciting rather than the overwhelming emotion most people have.

I’ve been renting Redbox DVDs quite frequently lately.
I finally got around to watching Charlie St. Cloud. It was truly beautiful. I really understood it almost to the point of tears.
The Company Men is a movie I’m considering buying. It’s rare that you find a movie that depicts the actual reality of struggle.

In about 136 days, it will be time to move. Hopefully by then my mom and I both will have jobs. Otherwise, it’s another year or so here at this apartment. I hate moving; it’s such a pain in the ass. It’s not just the labor that’s the problem, it’s the effort in which I try to protect my fragile items. I’ve been through three lava lamps; for some reason, I can’t seem to move to another place without breaking a lava lamp. Also, we have way too much junk. I think it took two moving trucks last time.
There aren’t much of any jobs out there nor much time left. My mom is trying to get into a Public Relations career, or possibly writing. Me, I have enough experience to consider a Librarian field, but I really want to be a writer. I wouldn’t mind starting off sorting mail, but all the jobs I’ve applied to won’t even respond.
Nowadays my mom asks me to “pick a state, any state”. Most opportunities seem to be pointing towards Virginia, but I don’t want to live in Virginia; there’s not much out there.

One last thing,
Is there a problem in music not being my everything? I enjoy it every now and then, but I’d much rather be reading.

I’m Not Moderate

I guess I really do spend my time doing nothing.
When I decide to get up (somewhere around 11am and noon), I have all these plans and things I need to do. None of them involve Tumblr. But what do I do anyway? Tumblr.

I need to go pick up some things at the library, but I guess I would need to leave the house in order to do that, and well…that’s not happening. At least not now. Maybe tomorrow. No, not tomorrow.

I had planned on finishing this book, figuring out some Sudoku puzzles, possibly opening my GED book, and watching a movie later tonight.
I cleaned the cats’ litter boxes, and browsed Tumblr for the rest of the day.

Lately I’ve been correcting errors in articles usually pertaining to Johnny Depp.
I’m not a snob, but they shouldn’t post false crap.

There isn’t much else to say, because not much happened.
Hopefully tonight I can fulfill my original plans for today. Though I doubt it.