Titles Are For Phonies

I typed this entire post out. And my internet went crazy on me. So now I must retype. Funfun.

I started to read my first independent reading choice yesterday. I didn't want to have one of those moments where I'm reading the last 150 pages at 2:30 in the morning the night before it's due, so it was probably best that I began it this early. I maybe got around ten pages in before I got home from school. Fascinating, no? Not really. But I'll spice it up some. This next part may sound completely unrelated, but just go with it and trust me pretty please!

I got home from school yesterday, changed into yoga pants, and laid down on my couch. I ended up taking a half-nap for around thirty minutes. No biggie. But as soon as I was more conscious than not, I decided I wanted to put on my hoodie. Problem was, my left leg was half asleep; I'm talking mid-thigh down. But, being the smarty I am, I made the decision to walk on it anyway. This subsequently resulted in me putting all my body weight onto the side of my ankle, thus spraining my foot pretty bad. It was extremely swollen and painful, and walking on it only made these conditions elevated. Therefore, I did not come to school today.

I read The Catcher in the Rye in its entirety this afternoon instead, and OHMYGOD. So. Good. Better than good. There isn't an adjective strong enough to express how I feel for this book. I already want to reread it, an I finished it less than six hours ago. Anybody know what it's like when you encounter a piece of media that states every emotion you've felt for, say, the past month or two? That's basically this book for me. Something about a character who pays for the company of a prostitute but wants to only have a conversation with her makes me far too happy. I'm so ecstatic I selected this as my outside reading book, because not only has it become one of my favorites, but it ties in beautifully to my project topic.