I love love love to read, but I could count on one hand the number of
books that I have read for myself in the last three years. I'm a
history major with an interest in English, which means that my last
three years of university has been filled with books. Some were
wonderful (Rumor of War by Philip Caputo), and some were just plain
sadistic (Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte....haha, well I hated it).
But with all of this academic reading I never had time to pick up a
book that I wanted to read without writing a hair-pulling paper on it
or resenting the author and everyone they ever encountered in their
entire life.
So now you say "what about the summer? Couldn't you read then?", and my
answer is no. Working at a summer camp for four months with the hours
of about 730am to 1030pm six days a week means MAYBE fifteen minutes of
reading before bed IF you can keep your eyes open and your friends out
of your bunkie.
However, since I enjoy a challenge (aka setting myself up for failure), I have piled up NINE whole books that I want to read in the next four months. Just to give you a bit of a contextual timeline here, I will tell you that I managed to finish only one book last summer. That is 290 pages of Bill Bryson hilarity in three and a half months.
But as the deluded say, this time will be different. I am dying to read these books and I'm going to do everything possible to make sure I finish at least five of them by the time I go back to school in September.
Having set that benchmark, if you know me, doesn't establish much, so if any camp people are reading this I'd like to hear your bet for how many of these bad boys I will finish this season. (Or if you have any suggestions on which to read first).
I have recently parted ways with my boyfriend - School. Don't fret, he was all wrong for me.
He was possessive, irate, and needy, oh so needy!
We would spend hours fighting into the early morning, he was jealous of my suitors TV and Internet, and I swear he was stealing from me. There were good times sure, like maybe sometimes he showed up with an "A" and said he was sorry and that he'd change.But then I remembered all the crap he put me through before that A and deep down I just knew , I knew he didn't love me.
Now that I'm free, I have exactly one week to have a steamy fling with super-hunk Toronto before I'm off for my summer romance with Camp.
On the agenda:
-he will read to me (for leisure!) in the park while we bathe in the smog and sunlight.
-he will take me to the AGO and the ROM (free admission Wednesdays because he's kind of cheap).
-window shopping on Bloor.
-of course he'll let me have a night dancing to 50s and 60s rock with the girls (not much of a dancer that Toronto).
-I totally peeked through his wallet and there's a shiny $50 gift certificate to Chapters that he has probably been saving since his birthday to spend on me because he was worried School would go into a jealous rage (he's so wise that Toronto).
-being the wonderful and perfect fling that he is, he will encourage me to write on my blog as much as I can before I dive into my mini-marriage with Camp (he's so perfect. He just gets me y'know?...that's why it can't last).
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Of course this is only a tentative agenda subject to change - Toronto always surprises me with things he thinks I might like. It's his spontaneity I love.
I'm actually looking forward to my fling and my mini-marriage. But good things don't last forever, I'll eventually expire physically and emotionally from the freedom, fun and fresh-air, and crawl right back into School's waiting arms.
Hey, everyone loves a good on-again, off-again.
