Peculiar

I don't idle well at all. I lazed til about 3 today and worked myself into a mini depression with my latest book project book-the Cather in the Rye. It's good, but why does it have to be so darn depressing. I know Holden Caulfield hates life, but does that mean I have to too? But then I got out of the house and went to a craft store. You know those places where they let you write on to test pens and sharpies and all that jazz? Well, most people write their name or draw a smiley, but I decided I wanted to write quotes. So I did. Peculiar, right? Here's what I wrote.

"Curiouser and curiouser..."
-Alice in Wonderland (my random obsession)

"Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable! But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and it is generally frowned upon in modern society."
-Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

And then two of my own, very similar because I just though of different endings.

"Life can never seem meaningless when you stop to think about what it really means."
(ok, so I admit, I only wrote up to "think" on the paper, but then I thought of more.)

and

"Life can never seem meaningless when you start to live."


Well, that's how I felt and was trying to feel and etc. etc. So in summary-bad morning, good afternoon, and I need to keep busy.

Goodnight imaginary readers!