Some Same Things

Wow. I’m done reading The Catcher in the Rye. That bastard! Took me two whole nights to finish. I can’t help comparing it to To Kill A Mockingbird. But definitely, The Catcher was sweeter, but I don’t think it was easier to read.

I heart Holden. Sometimes I pity the jerk. He is so much like me. He must be sorry.

Once, I was disheartened of a lot of things. Life-sucks kind of stuff. I hated everyone. Everything hated me. But damn was I over that! Though sometimes I feel sore, but yeah, there’s gotta be sunrise tomorrow still. So I’m not feeling bad or anything at all.

By the way, I couldn’t move my right thumb. Last night, it can hardly hold a pencil to write. I felt like throwing up. I thought I had some cancer cells stuck on my thumb! Boy, that was real funny to think about in the first place. It depressed me. But only for a while. I ate breakfast, which is quite unusual, but since I couldn’t move my right thumb and it electrified my whole right hand, I had to fill my stomach of something heavy to stop it from turning up.

So you can only imagine how I typed all of these.

Anyway, I observed that I rarely blog these days. I’m fuckin’ bored to blog though I had lots of things to write in my mind. I’d rather curl up and read than sit-up and pound the keypad.

I watched Shrek 3 the other day. It was funny, as usual. I like it.

So here goes my writer’s boredom again. Got to end this. Hmpf.