Just finished
Lord of the Flies. It was good. Not sure what happened last summer. Maybe I just wasn't as motivated to read it then as I was now. (You know, that horrendous inner voice that goes "Do some work! Quit laying around! You'll regret your slacking later!" I hate that voice, but it does come in handy.) I decided to do my notes for this one like I did last year, just reading and writing in my notebook when I come across something interesting. I got online intending to look for a biography, but no dice. Harmless diversions too tempting.
I wanted to know what Cassie Claire thought of OotP. She's got
some interesting points. I would give my opinions here, but I know there are people who read this that haven't read it yet, so I will save that for another time and my uJournal. A time when the rugrats are pestering me to let them use the computer and I don't feel like letting them. Sometimes I am one sadistic sister. (Lookie, alliteration! My brain cells aren't dying over the summer.)
These new Blogger colors are kinda cool. It has style now. Still no backdating entries, which majorly sucks. But I've been here for almost a year, and I'm kind of attached. I looked around
diary-x again. Seems cool, and has my much sought-after backdating option. And I've been brainstorming nifty usernames. Eh. I don't know if I'll make the switch.
My dad traded in his cute Camry for a Trailblazer. A freakin' SUV! My mom told me, when he was finally bringing it home, "He seems happy. And he works very hard, so I guess he deserves a new car." Yeah. I agree. She uses that "works very hard" thing a lot, and I get that. But I liked driving the Camry, in that neophyte, still-doesn't-have-a-license,
so working-on-it way. The van is higher off the ground, bigger, and has a blind hood. And I've never wanted to drive an SUV. Normal cars are tricky enough. Or so my dad would have me think, what with the yelling and the
reaching across to grab the steering wheel. How am I supposed to learn if he keeps physically correcting me? Didn't he read that handbook thingy (that I suddenly realize is totally lost), where it said to let me make the mistake if it can be done with endangering anyone/thing? Guess not.
I should go to bed now. Yeah. My body clock won't wake me up until after 9am, and then I don't get out of bed until 10. Not good. Bedhead makes me sad. Also, happy July, and a belated happy summer.
