You can't blame the horrific moodiness on me; it's called Being Female.

When your internal reproductive organs commit Seppuku suicide once a month, then we'll talk.

Caught "READ" Handed

Some friends and I recently inaugurated a book club; current membership totals 5, possibly 6, hopefully increasing monthly. Considering how voraciously I’ve been reading this summer, I’m glad that this establishment will guarantee the continuation of reading in the name of enjoyment. I'm excited to select which book we read when it's my turn!

The majority of my repertoire is composed of the abiding classics. My particular favorite is Brit lit, but lately I’ve been delving deeper into the banya of Russian literature; they are the kind of books you have to sweat out, but you feel profoundly refreshed once you’ve finished them.

Reading is my escapism. The existential world of fiction was not crafted directly by God, and yet it has many of the same (and often greater, because the there are no physical limits) awe-inspiring characteristics as the world we live in. It is the ink of printed words, not blood, which flows through the characters’ veins and gives them life. It is the pages that capture with rapture our attention, pulling us into exotic or even mundane scenarios where we participate as silent witnesses to a panorama of humanity unfolding. Reading is magic and chaos neatly pressed between two covers. I love it.

Pyromantic

Initially, when you meet a special person, sparks will fly. I think love is a lot like a novelty firework:

-All it takes is one little flame to set off a whole explosion.
-It's not something you can experience every day.
-It isn't easy to find the exceedingly high-quality ones.
-The end result ignites all of your senses.
-It can be cheap, costly, or even illegal.
-And yes, sometimes it can burn you.

I'm a pyro. I'm a romantic. I love fireworks. And I love love.

Happy 4th of July!

UnWillingly

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Leer/Lire/Lesen/Leggere/Ler/ прочитать/讀

2009 Summer reading conquests (thus far):
Anna Karenina, Tess of the D’Urbervilles, Lady Chatterley’s Lover, The General in His Labyrinth, The Clan of the Cave Bear, The Principles of Sustainability, How to Solve the World’s Problems, The Idiot, Unlce Tom's Cabin, Little Dorrit, The Poisonwood Bible, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, Hot, Flat and Crowded: Why We Need a Green Revolution--and How It Can Renew America, Drood, Water For Elephants

Tomfoolery

I've determined that blogging is akin to mild schizophrenia; it’s as if I’m conversing with me, myself, and I. But then again….the three of us generate some fairly witty banter.

Blogging could also be posited as talking to a hypothetical audience of people who may or may not be there, and who you may or may not know on a personal basis. These are people who in truth have no obligation to care about you or what the hell it is you’re talking about.

Either way, blogging = tomfoolery.

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Tomfoolery denotes foolish or nonsensical behavior, deriving from the Middle English "Thom Foole", the mentally-deficient man personified.

Bring it on! I'm excited about this blogging experience.