May 18th Poem

Imagine

It's weird to look back at the carefree imagination
And reminisce
I laugh a little at the irony
Of then pen I'm using to write this

Black, typed print
Indicating the name of the university
My future

All I want to do
Is go back and listen
To the stories of bugs
And try the pollen candy
I would never have even thought of

And then I think of growing old
And losing that one spark
That truly differs from everyone else's
My imagination

It's Tuesday

So if you hadn't figured it out already.... it's Tuesday! I'm not exactly sure why that's exciting but whatever. My Readcation has (sort of) officially ended! It's been nice weather outside and it seems quite rare for May. Last year it took forever to get the good weather to come here. I like it! It's starting to feel a lot like summer. Which is both a relief and a stress point. I'm going to assume that it's time to start bringing out the summer play lists and umbrellas. I thought I had more to say than this but I am pulling a big blank..............

(yes, I am just sitting here pressing the . button over and over again looking real bored) I think I should stop now........

Readcation

So for anyone who read my last post you'll know that I'd decided to go on a 'Readcation'. Yes, that's what I've been calling it. (If you google it there have been plenty of other people that call it the exact same thing) I get a headache just thinking about reading another book at the moment. I am up to suggestions though for what I should read after this readcation ends (which I think shall be soon).

This week has been long and unexpected in some sense. There were lots of moments I didn't foresee and others I did but completely differed from what I'd originally thought. It's sort of okay and sort of not okay. Sooooo, yeah, that's about it for now. I have several draft posts done up but I'm not sure if or when I'm going to post them. We shall see. ;)

Reading Reading Reading

I've been reading about three books a week over the last couple of weeks. It's kind of tiring and I think I've read myself out; if that's even possible. The sad thing being that I don't remember what I read last week. I get a mental block every time I try to think about it. I can, however, tell you what I read this week.

1)  An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
I've been reading quite a lot of his books lately and I like the comedic nature of this one. He's very good at creating these likable characters and capturing the readers' interest. John Green is also as talented at capturing the humor as he is at framing bitter and heartbreaking moments. (I bawled my eyes out when I read his other book The Fault in Our Stars)

2) Dreamland by Sarah Dessen
She is by far one of my favorite authors. It amazes me how she can take everyday issues and turn them into literary gold. This book was so electric and fascinating that I finished it in a day.

3) The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake by Aimee Bender
Now I have to say that I almost stopped reading this one. I was really stumped when it came deciphering what was a conversation and what was an inner thought. There were no quotation marks. None. But I'd already gotten into it, so I decided to just finish it. Let me just say, that I have spent the whole afternoon utterly confused as to what happened in the end. There was the jump across time and I think it threw me a bit. I think I'm going to be mulling over this one for a while.


I think I need to stop reading for a while. My brain needs to recover before I can digest anymore words, characters, stories and lack of quotation marks.

Worry

Sometimes it's weird how people react to things. Often I space out. No, scratch that, I space out a lot. It seems that I'm always thinking, always wondering, always worrying.
But sometimes if I am spaced out people think I'm upset. I guess I just get this weird look on my face. My sister went on a 20 minute rant last week depicting the different facial emotions and expressions I typically go through when I'm spacing.
Sometimes I think it would be better that I didn't dream or think so much. I tend to think of the worst possible scenarios and outcomes in life. It sucks. (To put it in mild terms)
Though I often find myself thinking that it helps my writing. I tend to dream up all the conversations I wish I had or that are inevitable but they never seem to happen the way I plan to. When I go to write though, I pause on the conversations and my pen halts to a stop. Frozen in time. I guess it would be nice not to worry whether or not I'm good enough and if everything in the future will turn out just fine.