Kathleen

Hi Journal.  I went to the County library a couple days ago with my dad.  I had a list of about eight books.  I went to the library’s computer cat. system, and they didn’t have a single damn book on my list.  They didn’t even have Oscar Wilde or T.S. Eliot.  Somehow I managed to get four books by the time we checked out, but this took about an hour.  I must have been seriously disoriented while there, because when I got home, I realized I had an Emily Bronte book in my hands.  The minute I opened up Wuthering Heights I realized my ridiculous error.  I absolutely hate Romantic Period lit.  There is so much unnecessary crap in this book because, if I remember correctly, Romantic authors were paid by the word.  In spite of all this, I’m reading it anyway, and the other three books that I’ll list in a second, for the hell of reading them.  I should have been more aware considering I had already read Jane Eyre…

The other books I have in my living room right now are Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy, some compilation book by Washington Irving, which I don’t know if I’ll like, and A book containing The Scarlett Letter and The House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne.  I only picked that book up because we’re required to read The Scarlett Letter this year in English.  I began Anna Karenina and the names in that book are insane.  I know Tolstoy is Russian or something close, but my God.  The main character “Oblonsky;” his full name is Prince Stephen something something something…

Anyway, it’s ridiculous.  Now that it’s raining, I’m hoping tennis is canceled.  I’ve gotten better, and I’m pretty sure I could beat my father now, but I don’t feel like going.  I know that sounds ridiculously lazy, but I’ve got a lot of other shit I have to do, like laundry.  Of course, if I hadn’t put it all off I wouldn’t have to do it now.  I’m going to go ahead and let myself believe for the next two weeks or so that procrastination and laziness are not synonymous.

Euphemism maybe…

Love
Kathleen.