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Did you know that not everyone can picture what they’re reading as they’re reading it? I learned that recently. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t automatically picture the thing I was reading about. Is that why people don’t read? Because they only see words? Do people also not make up stories in their heads when they’re bored? God, I don’t know how anyone can handle that! No reading, no imagination… What’s the fun in life if all you have are songs with loud beats to overcompensate for the lack of a story, And movies, because you couldn’t come up with something like that in your mind? Man, I have a bunch of skills that will never help me in the future, don’t I? Instead of doing math at 4, I learned how to read. Instead of being able to keep a deadline, I can read books in a day, usually less. I have a killer imagination, but I will only be able to share that with people who enjoy reading, which is about an 8th of this stupid country’s population. And our country is stupid. We only read if a book is being made into a movie, is super short, or has an Oprah sticker on the cover. And even then, we need pointless things like the Kindle, because we’d rather read a book off of a small screen, burning out our pupils, but can’t handle reading a paper book, where the most damage you can expect is a paper cut, unless someone hits you in the head with one. Like, our school is very book-oriented (entertainment wise), and even then, our library is tiny, kids only read books about vampires and the like, and some of my very best friends don’t like to read. And don’t even get me started on manga. The story lines would make great books, but are watered down to about a thousand words, and a bunch of pictures. I greatly dislike having to fear the day when books are just… gone.
The reason I am so jittery throughout the day.
I am kept away from the wonder that is sleep by the same thing that keep my grandma awake. No, not hourly bathroom trips. Books. No matter what, I stay up almost all night reading them, searching for ones I plan on reading, or jotting down story lines for that book that I will one day write. I’ve always been like that, though. I get these weird obsessions and I just run with them. For all for eight grade I was convinced that i was going to be a famous artist, and spent hours pouring over a sketch book I found in the garage, trying to decide if I was going to play it safe, and use a cheapie crayon, or if I was going to splurge, and use a Crayola. I won’t even get into the full three months I thought my born purpose was to become a professional balldancer! (Sadly, this phase was much more recent then it should have been. Yay denial!!) I suspect, however, that it won’t be long until i am no longer kept up by books, but because of them. Because when I undoubtably procrastinate so much that I am writing a ten page paper in twelve hours, aided only by three Starbucks Double Shots and sheer force of will, it will be because I ‘only had one more page/chapter/book’. Seriously, if there was a way to pass school just reading and writing, I’d do it. But no. we must focus on things we will never use ( unless we’re planning on being engineers, which most aren’t) like Math, and Science. And while crap programs like football and friggin’ golf aren’t effected at all by the huge budget cuts, all of the arts are in danger of being cut. The arts are more useful then any sport, bar none. The number of theatre students that pursue their career and are successful is much higher then that of sports professionals. Especially ones from tiny, no name schools like ours. Hmm. Off topic. A sign I should go to bed. But will I? No. Gotta finish my book.
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Wow. Why does no one have the seemingly simple talent of reading aloud? in American Literature we’re reading Our Town, and i swear, it’s like these people’s minds turned to mushy goo! like, whole words and sentences would suddenly vanish into thin air. and Simon Stimson suddenly be came Simpson Stimpson! it’s just sad and depressing. people stuttering over simple words like moonlight, or heliotrope… i died a little inside, seriously. on another note, i finished reading Glass today. i think it’s the first book i’ve read where i really and truly despised the main character. i mean, she’s hooked on drugs, has a baby who doesn’t even recognise her because she’s always away getting high, then she gets busted dealing, and finds out she’s pregnant again. she contemplates abortion, and i actually found myself hoping she’d do it, if only to save that poor baby from being born addicted to drugs, abandoned by its mother, and alone! then the bitch has the nerve to be optimistic, and plan to quit drugs, get a good job, and raise it. just like she had planned in the first book, Crank! Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! okay. all better.
So, i’m reading this book, Confessions of A Jane Austen Addict, and i gotta tell you, it’s amazing. it’s funny, it makes you think, and most importantly… it’s well written! it makes you wonder, what would happen if you really did switch places with a character from a book? how different would life be? For me, it’d be pretty damn swell, since my favorite book is Tuck Everlasting, and i’d get to live forever, eternally youthful! granted, life would start in the early 1900’s, but hey, i can handle making my own butter, or whatever for a couple decades! lol…
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Oh. My. God. 1984 is the most boring, horrible book i’ve ever read!! and i love books! when i was eight i attempted to read the lord of the rings, and the parts i understood, i loved! but this book was just awful! and then, after everything this guy goes through, he loses anyways! and he has sex with this girl, and only does it because it is corrupt! he only beleives in corrupt things, and it’s just awful!! ugh!