I feel like I've accomplished much over the break. It was weird. I actually read an entire book. Dewwwwd, I haven't finished a good, non-school-related piece of lit. in a looong time.
---Probably since *gasp* last summer or something. It's just one of those evil things that comes with Internet access and an excessive amount of textbook material to blaze through daily.
My Brain: "Wha---what EVEN IS THIS??
Me: "A book."
My Brain: "But it's like...on a page, and not on an LED screen, and not burning through my eyeballs, and I don't have to scroll down in order to resume reading."
Me: "Yup."
My Brain: "Whoa...I can feel my inner structures toning up and becoming less mushish."
Me: "Okay, I get it already."
My Brain: "No really---why do you even let me sit and saturate in front of that geometric-shaped object that lights up and you go 'clickity-click' on all day? DON'T YOU REALIZE HOW THIS SO-CALLED TECHNOLOGY DEGRADES ME?!"
Me: *headdesk* "Shut up."
My Brain: *munches contentedly on paper and ink*
It makes even more sense to me now, why great authors and wielders of pen are often caught red-handed in libraries and bookstores. In order to write, you see, you must feed the machine. Devour as many words as you can, consume them rapidly from every paperback, hardback, and article that you can find---then you will be ready to spew them out all over the blank page in front of you.
Alas, novelising has yet to be my cuppa tea, and an artist of pencils and canvas I remain. But a good book doesn't hurt a thing, weather your dreaming, doodling, or demolishing.
That has only been a small segment of Spring Break. Of the rest I care not to tell you.
---And that is my way of saying that I am a lazy girl who does nothing but listen to Hammock, Relient K, and dashes of OneRepublic all afternoon long.
No words. Because words aren't needed.
And what about you? How's life. Confusing? Strange? Glorious? So many analogies, so little time.
Further in,
K-Minty
