Back in Novemeber, my friends and I skipped homecoming to have our own night out. We ate a fancy dinner at Olive Garden then wandered around Lynhaven mall until it was time to watch "It's Kind of a Funny Story". Overall the movie was okay but I can say that it wasn't my favorite.
Fast foward to now--I was in the school library looking for a book called The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I couldn't find it, as Salem high school has a very limited selection of quality literature. What I found instead was a book with semi-colorful binding titled It's Kind of a Funny Story. "Strange," I thought to myself, "I didn't know that this was a book before it was a movie." So I checked it out.
You know how most movies leave stuff out that happened in the book? Well the movie was quite the opposite. It actually fabricated a lot of events--the majority of the movie didn't happen in the book. The book was more in depth about the things that did happen, which made a lot more sense. It wasn't as sparatic as the movie but I think that's why I liked it.
It was a major accomplishment because I read all four-hundred and forty-four pages in a time frame of less than twenty-four hours. My next mission is to read The Beautiful and Damned which is 449 pages. I checked it out a couple of days ago but I haven't began read it yet. I want to be able to read it without interruption--something that is near impossible. I might try tonight, maybe.
Anyhow, I stopped writing the "Cartas de amor" at number seven, which was written in English. I know what I want to do with them but I need to wait for good weather.
Which brings me to this random point: The older you get, the more frequently you look at the weather. I remember days when I would look outside and it would be sunny so I would go enjoy my day--just to hide under someone's porch because it started pouring. I guess it's because as you mature, you prepare yourself for the things to come. It kind sucks. Where is the spontaneity?
I want sunflowers. I think I'm going to start reading. Goodbye.
