The Past, Even The Grimy Parts Of It, Just Keep On Gettin' Brighter...

Wow, what a week. I mean really, who knew so much could happen in so few days? I'm doing this instead of doing my math homework because I feel like I'm going to fall asleep, and when I feel like I'm going to fall asleep, I don't get much math homework done. Oh also, because you need to know this, I'm rather upset at my mascara, because it's like falling apart and it doesn't even feel like I'm wearing any mascara at all. I wish I hadn't washed my other kind.

Reading Fahrenheit 451 in class has gotten me thinking. What are the point of books anyway? You know at first I was like, it's to be entertained, it's because we want to feel a connection, it's because we want to learn, but you know what? Most of all it's so that our lives seem a little less sucky. We use books as a way to get out of our lives. Have you ever noticed that the people who don't really like to read are the people who already have wonderful, exciting lives? Perhaps not the wonderful part, but at least the exciting part is true. Of course, then the people whose lives are pretty boring (c'est moi) read quite a few books. My conclusion for this statement is that we read books to make ourselves dream. We daydream to make ourselves have hope. We need hope so we can continue moving on in our meager existence. Girls dream of their prince charming (is prince charming a proper noun? Because it kind of seems like a general kind of prince) is going to come to them, and they think of all the wonderful ways that he could ask us out or whatever. Guys, I don't want to know what you daydream about. The point is though, that even when we think that we are totally seperable from our dreams and ideas, we're obviously not. We know, way deep down, that half the stuff we think about isn't ever going to happen. This is kind of depressing, but at the same time, we can take it as something more. We can change ourselves to make those dreams come true, or we can just accept it. The books are good no matter what, even if the book could be written based on your life. "Things are tough all over," but books help us move on.

Hurrm. That didn't turn out the way I originally intended. Of course, I'm not sure what I originally intended it to turn out as.

I just thought I would put this in here for kicks, because it's one of my favorite scenes from Watchmen, the comic book, not the movie. It's completely random, but I love Walter Kovacs. He would still scare the crap out of me if I ever met him...(Yes, I am aware he is a fictional character). I typed it out in the traditional comic book style, all caps with a few random bolded words. Apparently there aren't any randomly bolded words in this passage however. Too bad. I think it's quite funny.

Newstand Man: OH. GOOD AFTERNOON, SIR.

Sign Guy: GOOD AFTERNOON. IS IT HERE YET?

Newstand Man: HUH? OH! YOUR COPY O' THE NEW FRONTIERSMAN! SURE IT'S HERE. I
KEEP IT FOR YA EVERY DAY, DON'T I? HOW'S THE ENNA THE WORLD COMIN' ALONG?

Sign Guy: IT'LL HAPPEN TODAY. I'VE SEEN SIGNS. NATIONAL EXAMINER REPORTED A TWO-HEADED CAT BORN IN QUEENS. TODAY FOR CERTAIN. YOU'LL KEEP MY PAPER FOR ME TOMORROW?

Newstand Man: UHHH. SURE. SURE I WILL. NO SWEAT. HAVE A NICE DAY.

Sign guy leaves and Newstand Man sits down to drink his coffee.

Sign guy is seen walking back.

Sign guy taps Newstand Man on shoulder: YOU WON'T FORGET?

Newstand Man : ~~FPFFF~~ Spews coffee