"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Curse You, Books...

Is there any sane reason why I should be absolutely starving at two in the morning?

Is there any sane reason why I should be awake at two in the morning?

Oh, that's right. I'm crazy. And addicted to literature, be it someone else's creation or my own.

I've worked on Common so much this week that I feel like I've actually accomplished something for once. And that's really saying something, coming from me.

Of course, I feel like I haven't slept in a week, either. Not because I haven't [ex: woke up at 12:45 PM yesterday], but because my sleep schedule is all out of whack. Seems to always happen whenever I get a new idea for a book.

Damn you, writing. You always have to make it difficult...
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