There are worse things I could do.

I've decided that I'm on a crazy book craving rampage.

Putting aside the fact that my Barnes and Noble wish list is so long that it could be rolled out and used as a pathway for my journey from here to Mexico (Okay, exaggeration, I'm not going to Mexico.) I find myself looking longingly into the windows of used bookstores as I pass them in the car. It's as if it's one of those romantic scenes from a movie where the main character sees their lover walk by with another guy/girl and that sad music plays in the backround as the said couple suddenly move in slow motion while the person watching is like OMG THEY CREEPIN'.


YEAH. Any person I see walk into a bookstore who is not me is automatically the other person!

I have issues!

But anyway.

My point is I WANT BOOKS.

My Aunt on Facebook, Yes, I communicate with my family on Facebook, (Do not judge me! I live in California now!) already helped me to decide that this is a super-genius trait, which I shouldn't be too worried about, because she reads like 3 books a week. I know. The woman is a reading machine.

But I am kind of worried. Because sometimes I feel like I'm isolating myself from the real world by throwing myself into the many imaginary worlds I love. Which isn't that bad of a thing, I mean, I could be doing worse things. Shall I go into that? Yes, I shall.

There are worse things I could do list (Thanks, Rizzo):

1. Make a ton of noise with my plastic bag while someone next to me is on an important phone call.
2. Make a ton of noise with my plastic bag during a Broadway performance.
3. Make a ton of noise with my plastic bag at a symphony concert.
4. Carry around said bag with me at all times. If I hadn't, how the heck would it have ended up as such a public nuisance? Shame shame, plastic bag. I know your name.
5. Play Hannah Montana songs obnoxiously loud with my window rolled down while driving past the movie theater.
6. Put food on my plate, decide against it, and then put the food back with the rest of the food at a buffet.
7. Scratch my neck while I'm in the waiting room at the doctor's office. If you scratch ANYTHING while at a doctor's office people will look at you like you've just been diagnosed with the swine flu.
8. Tell my mom I have the swine flu because I licked a pig before I was married to it. Haha, Jonas Brother joke. Kinda.
9. Sing Greased Lightin' while I'm on my floaty toy in the pool. And make a lot of Vroom Vroom noises with my mouth. Samantha knows. I'm very comfortable with doing covers. Especially John Travolta's.
10. And last, but definitely least, spit into someone's water bottle when I take the sip that I swore to be free of backwash.

So as you can see, I could be a lot more annoying.

Even when I was little I was better at playing pretend than playing with the completely unappealing real world. There is nothing so great about the real world. That's the conclusion I ended up with when I asked myself what exactly is so great about the real world.

And when you're a writer, living in the imaginary is your job. It's what you do. It's like, your skill. I need to stop being so hard on myself.

I mean, I do need to be hard on myself when it comes to writing but not when it comes to who I am and what I'm doing to prepare myself for I job that consists of my absolute and complete passion.

Makin' up stuff.

Writing this has helped me to realize that I'm on exactly the track that I'm supposed to be on. And what I'm gonna do when I go to a Broadway show.

And it feels good.



Movie Quote of The Day:
Mikey, Mikey, this ain't the kind of place you wanna go to the bathroom in.
- Chunk
The Goonies