:: Sunday, February 01, 2004 ::

Today I was reading Cat's journal (see link to the right) and she noted that she's read 7 books this month. I'm hoping she's referring to January, because we're only one day into February. Compared to my 1 - I'm feeling a little behind.

Something about school makes it very hard for me to enjoy reading anything. It all becomes work. And so I keep a token book beside my bed and I read a page here or there. I faithfully carry it around with me in my bag, creasing the cover, trashing the corners, pretending that I'll read it on the bus when I know I'll only stare out the window, watch the storefronts rush by and daydream.

I salivate when I think of summer and the blissful freedom that accompanies it, and the intellectual frustration of not being in school, and the longing for school, and the temporary amnesia about stress and fatigue, and the piles and piles and piles of books to be quickly but thoughtfully consumed like a big bowl of strawberry ice cream.

Yum.


~song~ Tori Amos - Happy Phantom

:: Katy 9:39 p.m. [+] :: ::