yet another pointless post, and I still don't learn not to write while I sleep

I just reread yesterday’s post. I wish I could delete it, but sadly I think it needs a place out side my mind, so I’ll leave it up there. As some sort of reminder of how fugging weird I am when I feel sleepy xD. Ok so this post will probably be even more.... cukoo but, at least I have some sort of distraction.

I ordered some books about a month ago and they finally arrived! Yay! I got them on thursday. The same day I started reading Looking for Alaska by John Green. Sadly I finished it later that day. And It made me love John even more (I didn’t really tought it was possible). And on friday I started An Abundance of Katherines (by John Green obviously xD) and since then I’ve been trying to read it really slowly so It will last a bit longer. Well it didn’t really work, I’m already rereading it. I finished it officially at 11:23 a.m. I kind of hate that, I hate that I can’t make the reading process last longer when it is a book I like, sure rereading a book is lots of fun, and it helps you notice the details you missed the first time.

But there is something about the first time you read a book, the first time you turn page 111. The first time you see yourself forced to bend the cover so that you can actually read the pages without making some weird maneuvers. There is something about that little damage you did to the upper corner of the page you didn’t/but did want to read because you knew what was gonna happen, the felling you get after the damage is done, that horrifying feeling; that I-disrespected-the-author/publishing company/editor/tree/whatnot feeling, it’s simply amazing.

Ok so, I’m sleepy and tired again, and what I wrote doesn’t make sense. But as a great friend told me, “If you wrote it it’s because, at that moment you felt like it was important to capture it in some bizarre way.” And he is right. I do this for myself, to look back on it one day, and say, “Gosh, I was _____(right now it would provably be dumb)”