I love books. I love reading books. I think I could be happy stuck in a library for the rest of my life with nothing else to do but read. Why? Am I some kind of freak? Why is reading always such an amazing and pleasant experience for me? I think the answer is because it means I'm not stuck here anymore. I'm not boring Kat C. who doesn't know what she's doing with her life anymore, I get to escape and go live out adventures in the lives of the various characters I read about. I always feel pity for those who don't enjoy reading to the extent I do, because it's like they have no escape. They are stuck here in the real world and can't even delve into the magical world of Harry Potter or elsewhere.
Why am I ranting about my love of books? I have no idea.
I just finished making a couple of graphs for Gini that weren't mine and I had nothing to do with, but graphed simply because I am bored. I have absolutely nothing left to do today, other than eventually leave work and go home. Once home, I'll probably just read the rest of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - I'm flying through it again which makes me a little sad. Been reading the whole series again start-finish but finishing is such a downer.
Man it's cold in here. They keep the building on air conditioning all the time and I decided to wear short sleeves today... and I'm cold.
I miss Australia people. And Australia. You'd think, after two long months at home (2 months exactly as of today), I would stop missing it so much and start moving on, but last night I had a dream that made me miss it all over again. Not that I wasn't before the dream but... yea.
I love my family, my dog, my friends here, Minnesota itself, but life was so much different there. It makes no sense because really there wasn't that much that was different but all the same, I miss it so much it hurts.
Alan I believe shares my sentiments, although lately it seems that he has been coping a lot better and starting to move on. Kristin is just glad to be home and I don't think is remorseful about leaving AU at all. Who knows what Michael thinks. Main of course is still in Perth and I haven't heard from Sarah in awhile. I wonder who is living in my room now... Flat 1 will be much different I expect now that we're all gone.
Six months ago today Alan, Michael, Kristin, Sarah, Main, and I went out to Northbridge. It was Michael's birthday (of course at the time no one knew that but Michael) and Kristin and I semi-danced and Michael tapped his foot and Alan watched us. Good times...
I'm almost 21. When did I get so old? I need a car. Or a plane. Or a flying house... yea you heard me.
Well I'm off to go do something else (probably read Harry Potter).