That was probably my favorite part of the book. It doesn't matter where we're going, as long as we're on the road. Lately I've forgotten why the hell I'm doing what I'm doing. Why am I friends with the people I'm friends with? Why am I taking the classes I'm taking? Why am I living the life I'm living? Who the fuck cares? I'm alive.
Also, I dropped by Half-Price Books and picked up some books! Please applaud me for finding a copy of Franny and Zooey for $0.75-- you have to admit, that's impressive. Also finally found a Jack Kerouac book for under $7! I was looking for On the Road, but The Dharma Bums is supposed to be really good. And I got some Hemingway, because I really liked The Sun Also Rises. I've realized that I love books written during/about the 1920's. Either that, or I really like Modernist styles. Or maybe I just like Hemingway and Fitzgerald. Who knows? Who cares? I'm alive.
I've also been writing something new. It's at that stage where I don't know if it's good or not, and I don't know if I'm just going to abandon it in a week. I would describe it as a mix of Palo Alto Stories, Less Than Zero, and my own weirdly entertaining life experiences.
Anyway, here are some aesthetically-pleasing snapshots of my life, and the usual round-up of Internet thingies. I've had summer on the brain lately, as you can tell from my Pinterest board.
I already miss L.A. Which is pathetic, because I was literally just there a couple of months ago. Whatever. The summer cannot come fast enough, but soon I'll be back in the City of Angels. I swear, someday I am going to live there and never leave. Well, I'll leave, but I'll always come back.