I finished The Lovely Bones a couple days ago, and good God, was it ever impressive. There are a lot of opposing views on it, from what I've heard, but you can firmly plant me in the "THIS BOOK IS AWESOME" camp.
I've finished the lyrics for Burning Bridges, Au Revoir (the song I wrote about our directing class) and A Flawed Design, and started a song called Twenty-Twenty Hindsight. I'll post the lyrics in a separate post, as usual.
My back crunches. It really can't be healthy. I lean forward or shift my arm and shoulder forward, and it crunches so loud that other people can hear it; it rocks my body enough that it feels like I'm tearing my right shoulder blade right off. It doesn't hurt, but I can definitely feel it... I feel like I should maybe be worried about that. Again, let me know what you good folks reckon about it - I dunno what to do, yet.
I think I could live in my room, if I moved a fridge in here. I mean, it's only two rooms, but those would serve as bedroom/kitchen/living room/dining room/etc. and bathroom - I really don't see why you get people complaining about small quarters. I think it's due to the fact that they grew up in a way that they got used to larger spaces, but that still doesn't fill all the plot holes, because I grew up in average sized houses, too, and I almost prefer smaller spaces.
I've never understood the fascination with houses, while I'm on that - what's wrong with apartments? What's wrong with renting? I really like my apartment, and don't see the problem with sharing a building, really. Bah, whatever, I don't think I'll ever understand.
Sleep well.
