Exams are ruining my life. I keep dreaming about all the fantastic things I will do after I am done with this torture. I need to plaster my walls with some more of my creativity, get lace curtains and cushions for the window seat, work on my book (I KNOW RIGHT) and read as many issues as possible of Rolling Stone.
Also, I discovered TWO very unusual libraries near my house and want to visit them only after I am free of all buderns and worthy of such a pure place.
Meanwhile, I read a chapter of this enchanting book between my Math exercises.
The situations and problems that Riley, Alice and Paul have to face are quite mundane, however, they create an exquisite world of their own, where every tiny little problem seems like a huge hurdle. Its the way the words are woven together in this book, an ever lurking sadness in the background that stays even when everyone is sound and happy. It seems as if you are inside the character's head and viewing everything through their imagination, where every moment is exaggerated ten-fold giving it an odd magical quality. Its annoying, how at times Alice is TOO shy and gullible while Paul can be TOO much in love and overly dependent, contradicting his original personality.
To curb myhuge tiny bubble of anxiety (see : EXAMS) that at times erupts out of nowhere, I decided to watch a movie along the lines of optimism and 'nothing is impossible'.
The Art Of Getting By.
(what the hell happened to her??)
It had an opposite affect on me. Why should I waste time getting good grades and doing something I don't like when we all are going to die in the end anyway? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE? WHY ARE BUTTERFLIES COLORFUL?
I need to go, find-the-purpose-for-my-existence crisis.
Laterrr.
Also, I discovered TWO very unusual libraries near my house and want to visit them only after I am free of all buderns and worthy of such a pure place.
Meanwhile, I read a chapter of this enchanting book between my Math exercises.
The situations and problems that Riley, Alice and Paul have to face are quite mundane, however, they create an exquisite world of their own, where every tiny little problem seems like a huge hurdle. Its the way the words are woven together in this book, an ever lurking sadness in the background that stays even when everyone is sound and happy. It seems as if you are inside the character's head and viewing everything through their imagination, where every moment is exaggerated ten-fold giving it an odd magical quality. Its annoying, how at times Alice is TOO shy and gullible while Paul can be TOO much in love and overly dependent, contradicting his original personality.
To curb my
The Art Of Getting By.
(what the hell happened to her??)
It had an opposite affect on me. Why should I waste time getting good grades and doing something I don't like when we all are going to die in the end anyway? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE? WHY ARE BUTTERFLIES COLORFUL?
I need to go, find-the-purpose-for-my-existence crisis.
Laterrr.
