Well, ladies and gentlemen, my senior prom was last night…
AND I FINALLY PICKED A BOOK TO READ!!
The morning after prom last year i felt COMPELLED to read William Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream; it was just too fitting for the situation..
So this morning I woke up, thought back on the fun and excitement of the night before and it immediately came to me..A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM!!
It’s that sad, sad morning I have anticipated..
When I begin a book, I cannot help but bring it everywhere with me, read it for marathon hours, as well as any little free moment I may grasp. So, as you may imagine, I was completely disheartened when I woke up this morning and went to grab The Hobbit, but realized I finished it last night…
What do I do? I’m so adjusted to Bilbo’s little sarcastic comments and the nonsensical Bombur and Bofur..I feel lost, as if I’ve been coldy dropped off in some unknown, uncharted territory, now forced to excavate my survival…
I guess it’s time to get wrapped up in another book…The Age of Innocence? Pride & Prejudice (again!) ? The Canterbury Tales? Sherlock Holmes? The Boy with the Cuckoo Clock Heart? Night Circus? or One Day? SO MANY DECISIONS!
About me
hi there, tumblr person! i'm chrisila, and as you could probably guess, i love the moon. <3 i'm 17, but have the awe of a four year old and the memory of a five hundred thirty-eight year old. new york is my home, but in some life i'm pretty sure i was english. you'll always find me drawing on something (paper, walls, people, etc.), and if i'm ever talking to myself, that's completely normal; i'm probably writing a story in my head that will later splatter the lonely pages of my collection of notebooks. music is everything. i've grown up to my mother's show tunes and my father's guitar, so a moment of my life without music just would not happen, and if it did the walls around me would crumble and the sky would fall upon me, drop by drop, as i turned into dust and flew away in the wind. so, thank god, there is always music on, whether it be mozart or vampire weekend. history is another passion, extreme passion. i don't know many people who have a passion for history, but it's amazing. history class isn't learning something new, for me, it's almost reminiscing. i also have this idea that i've lived forever, but that's neither here nor there. well, i'm done. enjoy!
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