"I don't care if it hurts, I wanna have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul." ~radiohead

Yeah, I'm posting again, less than an hour after my last post. On a Friday night. Because I'm that cool.

I don't know how time passes so quickly sometimes. For the past couple of hours I've sat at my computer, not paying attention to the time at all, and now I have no idea where all that time went. I've been reading speculation about the upcoming Harry Potter book and have been listening to Radiohead covers. Damien Rice has a great version of "Creep" (quoted above). Another favorite is KT Tunstall's version of "Fake Plastic Trees." Anyway, I just get lost so easily in stuff like that. When I get home from school every day, I'm absolutely drained. I don't feel like going out and making an effort to socialize. So instead I hide away on my computer, letting music drift through my head, or curl up with a book.

I've been able to get some pleasure reading done lately. I finished Joyce Carol Oates's Blonde a couple of weeks ago, and I really enjoyed it. Reading Oates reminds me why I will never be a writer. She's such a master of language; I could never manipulate words like she does.
Today I finished The Memory Keeper's Daughter, by Kim Edwards. It seemed like it had received so much buzz that I had to see what all the fuss was about. I wasn't that impressed. It was okay, the story was good, but the writing wasn't stellar and the characters fell a little flat. I was a little disappointed.
Today I started reading Kazuo Ishiguro's When We Were Orphans. Along with Oates, Ishiguro is another one of our most talented contemporary writers. I've read two of his novels, The Remains of the Day (which won the Booker Prize) and Never Let Me Go, both of which are wonderful. Ishiguro is such a master of subtlety.