...Scattered

To be completely honest, I haven't done much reading this week. I've been very, very busy. I read a little from The Year of Living Biblically by: A.J. Jacobs, but I really don't want to write another blog about that book since it would be my third. I mean, how many times can you say you like a book before you've even finished it?

At my speech meet last weekend, I read an adorable speech about a dim-witted dog and a pompous cat who "plot" to get rid of their new housemate "Fluffy." It mad me laugh with lines like:
Cat: Listen to me, Roofus! Our lives have been irreversably damaged! Now, what can we do to fix it?
Dog: Um...(pause)...let me think. Well, if it's been irreversably damaged, doesn't that mean we can't do anything?

It was cute, even if its literary merit wasn't particularly high.

Speaking of low literary merit, I (by definition) read a lot of text messages this week. I don't know if the poorly punctuated, melodramatic, angst-filled stories really count toward independent reading, though.

Oh, yesterday I read the unpublished book/really long short story my friend is writing. Well, I read 5 pages of it. It was great, funny and sad all at the same time, which makes sense considering it was about a drunk half-demon (which I think means half cat) girl hitting on the brother (I think) of her dead boyfriend. The story is really hard to follow (because I've only read bits and pieces of it in the wrong order), but what I have read has been elequent and captures well the mood of the setting.

I read my math book. It was rather dry, if you ask me.

I also read two fitness articles for my make-up work for gym. I found out that a University of Washington study concluded that even if you only lift a 20 pound weight 3-6 times, your sleeping metabolic rate increases 8%. Other than that, the articles were about as much fun as gym itself.

I read the nutrition facts of my Sobe Lizard Lava. 75 grams of sugar in one bottle!! That is absolutely ridiculous but delicious.

I read my ticket to a concert that was so loud the bass reverberated (that's a vocab. word) in my chest and made my pant legs vibrate like a Brittany's Boston Terrier, Mojo.

I guess, in retrospect, I read a lot. Well, maybe not, but I tried. I'm hoping to finish The Year of Living Biblically by next week, so it should be a bit less...scattered.