Free Reading

It's like I've forgotten what that phrase means.

I mean, I suppose it's reasonable after 2.5 years of grad school (as a history student, mind you) to be a bit "tired" of reading. But I think the hangover has worn off. I want to read. I like to read. I have like a bajillion books.

So why do I feel so intent on literally forcing myself to read certain books. I have several books on weighty, intellectual, acedemic-y type subjects. And while I am very interested to read them all, someday, that day certainly is not now.

I'm not sure why it has taken me so long to stop pushing myself, or punishing, as it now seems. Who cares if the first books I read after grad school are Harry Potter and my 9 millionth re-reading of The Hobbit? No one, that's who. And the 4 friends I have on goodreads.com aren't going to care either. I mean, one is reading Twilight for christ's sake.

Thus, it has been decided that tonight I will begin re-reading The Hobbit (I already finished HP7). And when I'm done with that, I will read the Lord of the Rings trilogy, because when I was younger I never finished it. SO THERE, pretentious self. I'm reading what I want. The heavy stuff can wait till I go back for my PhD. ;)

here goes nothing

Well, I guess I'm jumping on the bandwagon. I'm starting a blog, along with the rest of them (you). I'm really just looking for an outlet to get my thoughts down on "paper" as it were. A place to reflect on this disaster that is my life. Late 20s and trying to figure out when life gets "easier" or at least manageable, when the second guessing becomes less prevalent, and why the heck the NYS legislature can't seem to do it's damn job. I don't know if anyone will ever read this, and frankly, could care less. It's kind of like starting a diary, except 21st century style - you know, where privacy is thrown to the wind. Well, here goes folks. Stay tuned for the ridiculous rantings of me, myself, and I.......