Me and libraries have an off and on relationship. I check out books, lots of them, then never return them, add up a fine, avoid the library for a while before reluctantly paying some of the fine or working it off by volunteering. A few months back, I racked up a big fine. Like, triple digits. I think it was about 125. Yeah. No idea how. So I haven't been to the library recently.
Until a few days ago when I caught up with my dad and he lent me him library card.
AND OMG I LOVE BOOKS.
I've been reading about one a day, since Monday. A teen fic chiclit called Sophomore Switch, which was adequate. Yesterday I finished The Graveyard Book. God, I love Neil Gaiman. Today I'm reading Anansi Boys, also by Gaiman. I've still got Bone, another teenfic, and...no, that was everything I checked out Monday, I think. Today I picked up the first in the Riverworld series, To Your Scattered Bodies Go, and a Neil Gaiman short stories book, and V For Vendetta because Alan Moore is so amazing. And I've got a bunch of Old Who DVDs on request and a bunch of Batman graphic novels. And Stardust and American Gods, also by Gaiman. I've read American Gods but it's still, like, my favorite. And Brokeback Mountain. Which is not a book. But I have not seen yet. And Dark Side of the Moon was lost at some library, so that suucks. Also "lost" means some punk kid stole it.
Oh, the librarians rock because they totally knew I was using my father's card and didn't say anything although I don't think you're really supposed to do that.
Today I had a good moment, if somewhat accidentally. Lately I've been walking the block home for lunch instead of hanging out with my quote friends unquote. But today there was a SPAM meeting and SPAM is this, oh Student Peer Abstinence Movement, the "dont do drugs dont have sex" club of the school. They have pizza at their meetings, which is why I go. So we got pizza and juice (juice! yay, juice!) and we did this little "exercise" or game or, no, "activity" where some girl who was "stressed out" had to hold all these balloons that had things like work, school, parents, boys, etc, written on them. A clunky metaphor, as it were. She, the SPAM lady, was asking us things that would stress them out and I was like, "how about the increasing instability of the American economy?" but nobody heard me. Then she was talking about what things could help her cope with all this stress and without even thinking about it, I said, "Drugs." Cue laughter and me, not noticing that I had actually said this aloud, said, "oh right yeah NOT drugs, right?"
Anyway.
I hate the way my hair curls nicely on one side, that is, does the flippy-out at the end bit, the kind of 50's style or 60's ish, very plain of me. Well one side does this perfectly and the other side just botches it up and goes all wonky. Bah. It's a wonder I don't cut all my hair off someday. I do cut my own hair, tho.
Until a few days ago when I caught up with my dad and he lent me him library card.
AND OMG I LOVE BOOKS.
I've been reading about one a day, since Monday. A teen fic chiclit called Sophomore Switch, which was adequate. Yesterday I finished The Graveyard Book. God, I love Neil Gaiman. Today I'm reading Anansi Boys, also by Gaiman. I've still got Bone, another teenfic, and...no, that was everything I checked out Monday, I think. Today I picked up the first in the Riverworld series, To Your Scattered Bodies Go, and a Neil Gaiman short stories book, and V For Vendetta because Alan Moore is so amazing. And I've got a bunch of Old Who DVDs on request and a bunch of Batman graphic novels. And Stardust and American Gods, also by Gaiman. I've read American Gods but it's still, like, my favorite. And Brokeback Mountain. Which is not a book. But I have not seen yet. And Dark Side of the Moon was lost at some library, so that suucks. Also "lost" means some punk kid stole it.
Oh, the librarians rock because they totally knew I was using my father's card and didn't say anything although I don't think you're really supposed to do that.
Today I had a good moment, if somewhat accidentally. Lately I've been walking the block home for lunch instead of hanging out with my quote friends unquote. But today there was a SPAM meeting and SPAM is this, oh Student Peer Abstinence Movement, the "dont do drugs dont have sex" club of the school. They have pizza at their meetings, which is why I go. So we got pizza and juice (juice! yay, juice!) and we did this little "exercise" or game or, no, "activity" where some girl who was "stressed out" had to hold all these balloons that had things like work, school, parents, boys, etc, written on them. A clunky metaphor, as it were. She, the SPAM lady, was asking us things that would stress them out and I was like, "how about the increasing instability of the American economy?" but nobody heard me. Then she was talking about what things could help her cope with all this stress and without even thinking about it, I said, "Drugs." Cue laughter and me, not noticing that I had actually said this aloud, said, "oh right yeah NOT drugs, right?"
Anyway.
I hate the way my hair curls nicely on one side, that is, does the flippy-out at the end bit, the kind of 50's style or 60's ish, very plain of me. Well one side does this perfectly and the other side just botches it up and goes all wonky. Bah. It's a wonder I don't cut all my hair off someday. I do cut my own hair, tho.
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