The best way to describe my emotion about being home is "meh." Not necessarily bad, but certainly not exciting. I just realized that I only have 10 more nights of sleep in my bed at home, not really too long. I just want to be back in my bed at school in the worst way, yet that also means school starts again, boo. Whatever. I actually think that this semester will be great for me, I really turned around last block, if only it was that way first block. My grades could be so much better than they are, and they always could have been, even in high school. It really helps being around people that actually have a good work ethic, something I couldn't seem to find in high school. I got by pretty well somehow, being in the top 10% of the class. One of only six males to sit in the top row at graduation. I very often try and break things into subgroups just to make my accomplishments seem better in my own head, I guess I'm vain like that! I still wasn't proud of what I did because it wasn't even close to my best. I really hope to turn this around next semester. I'm especially excited for junior year, where I can finally be in a teaching element, something I feel I do very well and am actually proud of. I don't know, we'll see.
I finished "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" in only 2 sessions: the last hour on the train, and this morning. I'm pretty glad I did it this way because I'm pretty sure Charlie would have read it this way as well. Throughout the past several years I've realized how much of a role books have played in my life and how I view things. I think the most important have been every John Steinbeck novel I read in school: Of Mice and Men, Cannery Row, The Grapes of Wrath, The Pearl, East of Eden being my favorite. I really want to finish reading all of his works. He is such a great author, and always thought-provoking. My recent favorite was unexpected, "The Testament of Gideon Mack" by James Robertson. The author completely highlighted everything I ever believed and wove it into some of the most beautifully written prose I ever read. It seemed like poetry the entire time. "Perks" is the only other book that has done this to me, in two ways. I love dog-earring pages to mark significant moments or realizations I had while reading. This could either be the author pointing out something obvious, but putting it in a poetic and meaningful way. I also do it when I read a new idea or realize I have been wrong about something. It was cool to find that as I was dog-earring pages that Andy had already dog-earred, so obviously he got the same kind of response out of the passage. I think reading is so important because you can't really become an intellectual person if you don't taste the views the authors. If someone can write a 300 page novel, chances are they are intelligent, plus had a motivation to write about something profound. They obviously have great minds.
I think "Perks" had the most impact on me by pointing out how any moment can stay with you as long as you live. When Charlie has the moment of feeling infinite, I realized I have had a lot of these kinds of moments within the past few months and this last week especially----time slows down just for you, and your mind simplifies all your thoughts and emotions into one singlular feeling. And it's such a great feeling too.
Now I've just started reading "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac. I only into the first two chapters, and I feel like I need to re-read it already. For some reason, I couldn't keep my mind even halfway focused on what I was reading. I hate that, when I'm just looking at words as opposed to reading. I hope it's not just the book. My goal is to have it finished by the time I get back to school. Then it's yours Andy! I think I might pair it up with "Siddhartha" so I can actually finish it. I don't think I'll ever find the time to really finish a book when school starts up again. I also have "The Soloist," a book my brother bought me for Christmas. I can't remember the author, but it's about music in some fashion. I'll most likely enjoy it--kudos Kyle. It sure is nice to have a reading list again. Hopefully it will grow throughout the semester.
By the way, I've lost around 25lbs since I started the semester! I haven't really cut food out of my life or started exercising either. I guess I can attribute it to the fact that I watch what I eat and when I eat it. I never drink soda with meals, and I keep things as low fat and low sugar as possible. I also have tried keeping everything as natural as possible, the less ingredients on the label the better. I always count calories too. I compare foods to see which is healthier and always pick the healthier choice. There is something bizarre my body does though...I lose wieght like nothing, like a man usually does, but I gain weight like a women, not getting way with the slightest splurge of McDonald's or anything. A good this though is that I don't evenhave an appetite as much anymore. It's not like I had a weight problem, but I'm glad that I'm looking better, and as a result feeling better all around. For example: Today I was completely satisfied with tea, mac and cheese for dinner, two vanilla chai teas (mmmmmmmmmmmm) and a piece of angel food cake. I'm actually quite stuffed to be honest. I don't feel sick either, just in case any of you were worrying.
Anyhooooo, I hope this blog entry finds you in good spirits, and if not, cheer up you piece of shit!