Reading and Writing to Stave Off the Boredom

One book has bitten the dust. I finished reading The Help a couple days ago, after only taking two-three days to actually read it. I've always been a fast reader, especially if the book is addicting. When I was younger, I sometimes read the Harry Potter books in one sitting...what does that tell you (we all know how thick those are!)?! But anyway, The Help. I have a thing for reading books before I see the actual movie, and I was determined to do the same for this one. I definitely got absorbed into my reading, getting angry at some of the characters, feeling bad for others...Kathryn Stockett definitely knows how to tug at your heartstrings. At some point I'll get around to watching the movie.

I also started writing again, for the first time in years. My problem with writing is that I can never complete what I start. I have all these ideas, and sometimes I just start writing something else, completely forgetting about the first. I think my creativeness needs to be on medication. I have an entire folder on my external hard drive of stories I started, getting only about 20 pages in before moving on to something else. There's a box in my mother's garage filled with old journals (which is just about the only thing I did end up filling up/completing) and stories; hundreds of pages of looseleaf that never were completed, youthful stories never to see the light of day again. Granted, most of those are pretty terrible, but still unfinished nonetheless. When I get an idea, I just run with it, not really looking toward the end. Disclaimer: this does not occur in the work environment, I always see everything through. It only occurs during my days of pointless writing. Writing with a purpose = achieving the end goal.


It has now been a week since my internet was cancelled. I alternate between heading to school and IKE Box; I hope I've been productive enough. I think the internet is like coffee...addicting. I'm starting to be okay at home without it. You'd think I'd clean or catch up on my chores now that I have more time. Negative. I find myself writing, watching trashy TV shows, and sitting outside staring at the clouds. That last part may be an exaggeration, considering it has been absolutely miserable out for the past month. Today (finally) you can see the bright blue sky. It only made it to the low sixties, though. I miss warmth. Buffalo made it to the upper sixties/low seventies today. Showoffs :-)