July 31st, 2004

consider it dug


I have nothing to say.

I never have anything to say.

We went to Borders today. I was running out of books to read. I picked up far, far too many books, my mother picked up about the same, and we'll be trading. See, for the last few years we have had pretty much the same taste in books, so we go shopping on each other's shelves. Obviously, my books are superior.

Tiffany! I don't know if you're still searching for the second book in the Homecoming series, but I managed to get a hold of it. I'm up to trading once school starts.

I already read one of my books (putting aside Three Men In A Boat by Jerome K. Jerome... which was good, but I only managed to get halfway through it in about a day. That is not good for me, so I decided to set it aside), Daughter of God by Lewis Perdue. As with The Da Vinci Code, it had a good plot but royally sucked. I call it the "poor man's" Da Vinci Code. Because they share plots but not price (DVC being hardcover, DoG paperback). If I was the one writing these books, they'd rule. And I'd make a million dollars.

Maybe I should. Hmm.

I am now contemplating what I should read next. I think I'll go for the short, light and easy reads (Heat Stroke by Rachel Caine and Murder on Astor Place by Victoria Thompson) before I go into the deep reads (Paris Requiem by Lisa Appignanesi, The Black Magician Trilogy by Trudi Canavan, a few random other books that I'm too lazy to find the names of, etc).

I am such a nerd. Such. A. Nerd.

Oh, and this episode of Reno 911, with Constanble Smiley? Funniest episode of anything. Ever. Seriously. (Excuse me while I go die from laughter...)
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