So I was riding home from work with my friend Danielle on Friday night, and she mentioned something about the blog she'd posted for the class the night before, and, uh, let's just say some school-inappropriate swears escaped from my mouth and echoed loudly throughout her Infiniti... I felt dumb. So, so, dumb.
So I haven't started my second outside reading book, because I'm a procrastinator. I'll get it done, I know that, but right now it's just sitting pensively on my floor. My first book One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest was actually pretty good. I'd seen the movie in April or May, and didn't really care for it. So why did I choose the book? No idea. I think the day we had to sign up, I had yet to make a selection, so I picked the first on I recognized. At first it was slow-moving, but past that... SOOO GOOD.
This time, I picked Blood Meridian. My reasoning behind it: the girl who sits in front of me was talking about how gritty and weird it was... And that appeals to me far too much. I like dark stuff. Why should the world be glossed over?
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