i have a cold

so all i've eaten this week is a lot of soup, oatmeal, and toast with honey. but today my butter decided to go bad and i can only go to the store on monday. so it's gonna be soup-oh wait, i ran out of soup also. i'll switch to porkandbeans. so porkandbeans and oatmeal. good thing phil is working all evening, can't see him enjoying that combination. anyways.
I was thinking the other day about how it's not really good enough for me to just know that places are out there. I want to see them for myself. I remember what triggered it now; something about someone coming back from a trip to Egypt, and i thought "i'd really like to see the Sphyinx and Pyramids". I would like to visit Red Square, and Easter Island, and the Aztec Ruins, and the Acropolis and everything. and Then i usually think about how many more years i even have to do this stuff IF and/or when we have kids (scary word), but it's true, it does stand in the way of freedom. so we'll see. i still have a cold, they probably don't let sick people on an airplane anyway. ok NOW i'm just rambling. to sum up, have cold, will travel.

Book burning

What makes an author any good? I picked up Dan Brown's Angel's and Demons Saturday afternoon from the library and finished the 500+ pages Sunday night. Although i was a little dissappointed at the many similarities to the Da Vinci Code, i could Not put it down. I think his writing is fantastic, even if he seems to be a bit of a nut job when it comes to fact/fiction. And then there's Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte which I have been "reading" for probably about a year now, and i read a chapter maybe every month. To me, it's long and getting boring. It was okay at first, but then the whole setting changed and the characters and everything. Why not write like 5 different books? Nick Hornby is another author who write so you don't want to put it down. Not in a fast-paced heart-racing way like Brown, it's more of an intriguing thing. Not even that so much, he just knows how to keep you interested. For example, A Long Way Down. It's about four different people who all convene on a rooftop on new years eve seperately to commit suicide. Do any of them succeed? haha read it yourself.

In other news, something smells like sewage in my office. I need bigger candles.

i am thinking about christmas. something about having the heater on and wearing sweaters does that to me. i have my christmas list started early so i don't forget anything. a few years ago i asked for a discman and cds, now i want tupperware and egg molds so i can make my scrambled eggs in perfect circles. i thought it might be depressing to ask for such things but i'm pretty excited about it.

i am frustrated

frustrated with how my thoughts, feelings and goings on come across on this thing. am i really that trivial and air-headed, have i learnt nothing about sentence structure and vocabulary, or do i just plain suck at writing. well i never wanted to be a writer anyways. nothing sounds deep, nothing sounds thought-out, nothing reads the way it sounds in my head. when i write about what happens to me today it sounds like really not a big deal at all and who cares anyways. but really, all that happens to me is that i work and make food (which sadly to many but not to me, is really a lot of fun) and hang out with my parents, phil and satellite tv. i guess me and phil have "taken up" tennis, which we are bad at, but it's fun. there.

friends with money

i watched this with my friends phil and jen. it was seriously great. i mean okay yeah sure there was language and that but it was surprisingly tame, if that's the right word. I felt good and full after, and happy. it just ends so nicely. so go watch and feel good.