06.27.04
bob the russian

some people make me feel so stupid. not because they flaunt their knowledge or patronize me, but just...sitting back and listening to the things they say. some people's minds never take a break...

dont get me wrong...i think way too much. but i dont tend to think on world events and philosophy and crap like that. i dont even know what i think about, just that i do.

anyway...that was completely unrelated to anything.

so david (my brother) and i have decided that we want to read books together, and then get together and talk about them. thus far we've read a painted house by grisham and the notebook by sparks. erm...neither one of them did a whole lot for me. we decided that we wanted to read some classics, so we just bought copies of anna karenina by tolstoy. thus far ive read the introduction and the first few pages. i think it will be good, i just hope im smart enough to follow it. something about reading tolstoy just intimidates me. i think the next time we read a classic, we're going to do the brothers karamazov by dostoevsky. i also want to read the tale of two cities by dickens sometime relatively soon. we'll see...david didnt seem overly enthusiastic about that one. the next book after anna is going to be the house of sand and fog by...someone. im too lazy to look up the author. both david and i have heard of the book, but dont really know much about it. the back cover makes it sound interesting...so yeah. that's not really a whole lot to go on, but oh well.

i think the hardest part about reading a russian novel is the friggin names. how the crap am i supposed to keep everyone straight when they all have names that consist of about 48 letters, only 2 of which are vowels and the rest are letters like 'v' 'y' and 'z'? i think im going to just mentally rename everyone. count alexei kirillovich vronsky will hereafter be known as bob...

have you ever wondered what classical song best fits you? probably not, since im pretty sure that's one of the oddest questions ive ever asked myself...and i ask myself some pretty weird questions.

anyway...seriously. classical music is extremely expressive. different songs convey very specific emotions, and can even put the listener into a particular mood if well done. that's what makes it classic, the fact that so many people, despite the difference of generations, can listen to it and somehow connect.

i think that somehow, beethoven's moonlight sonata best fits me. i cant really put it into words, but it just...does.

well...i should be doing homework. really, i should. ugh. i dont know what possessed me to take summer school. well...actually i do. i wanted the 6 hrs credit in the short amount of time. but yeah, it's the summer! i dont want to be writing papers. pardon me while i whine...

i can be so melodramatic sometimes. i went back and re-read my last few entries. i guess that when i dont write very often, i tend to only write when im feeling very overwhelmed. hence my coming across as a completely unhinged psychopath in this journal from time to time. but i promise, im pretty normal...despite the odd questions i sometimes ponder. meh...i dont know why im bothering to explain myself tho...it's not like anyone reads this. except heather. hi heather! ::waves::

ok...homework and bed are both calling me. hmmmmm...tough choice...

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