I met someone, and some other notes on life

Here's the deal. I had this thing about trying to have pictures in every post. I like pictures and honestly sometimes I don't even read the words of other people's blogs. I just scroll through the pictures when I'm in that kind of mood. I haven't been good about making time and taking them and as a result I haven't been posting as much. I feel guilty about not posting and then I avoid my blog altogether which means I post even less. Sometimes I even start a post and then quit halfway through. It's a vicious cycle.  In good news I'm over it. Back to that post I meant to post on Monday (now with corrections to reflect the fact that it's Wednesday).






Not like that. I already met that someone. I even have a baby bomb clock that says 29 27 days to prove it.

The person I met tonight Monday works at the library. She's nice and about my age and her name is Leah. She has a dog named Chauncey AND she gave me a book. Apparently it's it was World Book Night. Publishers donated 30 books that they just give away. The one I got is Wintergirls. It doesn't really look like something I would usually read, but I think I'll read it anyway just for kicks.

You know what other book was on the list?

A Prayer for Owen Meany.

You probably don't know this because you're not obsessed with my personal reading history, but A Prayer for Owen Meany is one of my favorite books of all time. I read it in seventh grade (an age for which it really isn't appropriate, but hey) and I loved it. I've read it so many times I have the majority of the first paragraph memorized. I looked it up to check.

I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice. Not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God.

My version skipped the "instrument of my mother's death" part, but otherwise it was word for word.

Also of note, tomorrow is Tuesday was National Physics Day. Yay, science and reading!

 

In a note that's actually from today, Newsweek deemed Anthropology the #9 Most Useless College Major based on unemployment rates and earnings. I have a Ph.D. in it. Boo. Yah.

Also of note, Physics was not on the list, but English Literature sure is. Too bad no one seems to value all the stuff that makes life interesting. I want a list of majors that make the world more interesting.