I don't understand.

the point of Tumblr. It seems like Twitter, which is basically Facebook...

There are far too many sites these days that are all about the fucking same. I don't know what I'm talking about.

I'm mad. Really mad. I don't even know why. I'm sick of being so goddamn pathetic.

I like a boy.

Yeah, I know. I should stop caring. I mean, just because he asked me out... And said he'd call... And didn't... Doesn't mean I should get all bent out of shape, right?

I know this. I promise you.

But goddamnit, I really like this boy. And it bothers me that he doesn't give a damn back.

Whatever.

I found this. (:

It's adorable.

I love cute things. XD

I ate like 50000000 brownies today. I feel extremely fat. xD

Ugh. I can't get into this.

I'll post more when I'm feeling funnier or less pissed off.

Listening to: Regina Spektor and Taylor Swift (please don't judge).

Bye.

Chuck Palahniuk, Kurt Vonnegut, and giving into trends.

So as you may or may not know, I'm a huge Chuck Palahniuk fan. I think he's absolutely freakin' amazing, and he is seriously a genius. I could go on for a really long time about him, but I'll spare you the detail. Suffice to say that I'm a fan.

So I was talking to Friend Number One, and she said "Oh, why don't you read Kurt Vonnegut? He's seriously JUST like Palahniuk, but funny."

I chose to ignore the dig at dear ol' Chuck (I find him absolutely hilarious at times) and thought about this. I hadn't read Vonnegut before. I merely knew him as a "funny old guy who wrote Slaughterhouse Five", a book that sounded completely rotten (based on the title alone).

Then, in class, we read Harrison Bergeron, and I realized just what the hell FNO had been talking about--he was amazing! His story was a beautiful dystopia (the only sub-category of Sci-Fi that I like), and he didn't overuse words. Brilliant.

So now I'm reading "Armageddon in Retrospect" (a $25 value for $4.99--seriously), and I'm very happy I decided (well, was forced) to read HB. Very good choice, teacher.

In the same trip to the bookstore, I got "Lullaby", by Chuck Palahniuk. I had been talking to Friend Number Two about him as well (I talk about books a lot), and she mentioned that her copy had been stolen. Aside from being shocked that she was so calm about it (stolen books?! call the cops!), I decided that, having not read it, I had to buy it. So I have, and it sounds promising.

My little brother wants to read it... I'm not sure how to explain that Palahniuk is NOT a good idea for an 8 year old to read. Or a 15 year old, probably, but Mom's given up on me reading "teen books". :D

I think I'm going to start limiting my time spent on this here interweb. I spend an average of 2 hours a day on here, just surfing the 'net, and it should stop.

... Starting tomorrow. :D