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Sunday, July 25, 2004


You could die just the same on a sunny day.
I went to Borders last night around 9:30 with my brother and sister to buy a certain Incubus CD. We hung out for an hour or so, and I also bought myself a nifty little bookmark. Because I totally need more bookmarks.

I wanted to by myself a new book as well, but I didn't know what to buy. Lately, I think I want to read fantasy stuff until I die, but really, everything sounds good. I'd love to find a good book with vampires, though. I love me some bloodthirsty immortals, don't choo know.

My dad's been pestering me about it for a while, so I finally sat down this morning and read the first chapter of James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Naturally, I feel ridiculously sheepish now for ever hesitating to do so. It's brilliant. I've still only read the first chapter, but that's enough. I'll have to read it a couple hundred times over in order to catch all the little details because there's so much going on under the surface.

God, I love to read.

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