Today I wasted time on various forms of social media. I did pack up some of my worldly possessions, but other than that, I wasn't terribly productive. I thought about going to bed earlier, but it boils down to just wanting to surround myself with Hunter S. Thompson instead of sleeping or doing anything else. Silly me. I did draw Hunter S. Thompson (as you can see above), but I didn't particularly feel like posting about it, because I'm not terribly interested in it. I should be reading. Instead, however, I was posting on my Grimm By Design blog, and trying my hand at Tumblr. I came to the conclusion that I like what other people post on Tumblr, but as far as blogging and such, I'd rather use Blogger, and as far as sharing things that other people have posted, I'd rather use Pinterest. I like that other people use Tumblr, and post amazing things. But it feels constricting to me, and that is something that I do not enjoy. Thus, it is nice to return to my little protective shell of Blogger, which I am comfortable within.
Any ways, I suppose that I will read. I am almost finished The Rum Diary, and then I will be onto Hell's Angels. Both are books by Hunter S. Thompson. I have been reading his books and writing almost religiously. Something about the way he writes just sits well with me.
I also found a book on unknown serial killers and murderers, and I am looking forward to reading that. Oh, so many books to read, so little time. The good thing about books that are divided into short parts about different things is that you can pick them up at any time. Which is good for someone like me, where it has always been my curse to have the psychological and emotional need to read at least 10 books at once. Yes, I do that. Yes, I can remember everything that is happening in each book. But with books without a plot I don't have to!
I am going to write a bit more. It just occurred to me (yet again) that I have the most eclectic taste in books, and the type of reading/book material that I surround myself with. I have books everywhere in my room because I have this need to surround myself with books. I have books under my bed, books under my pillow, books at the foot of my bed, books under my desk, books on top of my desk, and even books on an actual book shelf (how amazing is that). I've stopped enjoying library books as much because I can't make them part of my habitat, so to speak. I actually get a little bit sad when I have to take a book back to the library. Unless it's a novel... but I don't really read novels anymore. Unless it's Charles Dickens, J.D. Salinger or Hunter S. Thompson (wow. Do I sound like a literary student or what... Good thing I'm not. That would be hilarious. And I wouldn't be reading these authors because I want to, and I probably wouldn't like them in the same way). Any ways. Ramble ramble... I have a huge array of books. Fashion reference, history books, books on wildlife, second hand fairy tales, several copies of Alice in Wonderland, books on human anatomy, books on the Old West, books on generally unfavorable topics (like serial killers and 19th century brothels), and the list goes on and on and never stops being eclectic. I just hope that I don't use up all of my eclectic and eccentric-ness while I'm in my 20s. If that happened I'd end up being a boring person in my golden years. That would be terrible. Especially since then I would have absolutely no use for all of these beautiful and wonderful books.
Any ways... for real now. Tomorrow is going to be a crazy day. Ending with a Def Leppard concert. I don't even listen to Def Leppard... but I get to go, so I'm going. Mostly because it is Def Leppard.
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