2:40 AM.
My room-mate, I think I’ve figured him out. He’s an optimist, and it’s because he reads fantasy! Fantasy books always used to put me in a good mood. Now I’m reading real shit, with real people, who do real mean stuff to other people because it’s serves their best interest. My Jane Austen class has given me inspiration to not have inspiration. Meaning that there is no logical explanation to human nature, and I must accept not being accepted. Someone may subconciously hate me because my eyebrows are too thick, or because I have blond facial hair.
I’ve been reading lots of Toby Wolff lately (well, not really LOTS, because he hasn’t written much). This Boy’s Life, and Old School are probably two of my favorite books. I’ll get back to this topic in a future post. I still need to figure out why I like him so much.
We’ll see what good a blog does me. Once a day update can be good.
Good day. (:I)
