While I was writing my last post I had a thought, and I wanted to write it down, but I got distracted. Over the last few days, I've remembered what it was, and forgotten again before I could write it down... I still have no idea what it was...
Ummm... Yeah, no clue...
So to get on with this posting business, I'm going to talk about books. Vampire books.
My friend e-mailed me a new series Vampire Academy last Friday or so. I'm now about 20 pages from the end of book 4. I'm enjoying them immensely :) (Finished book 4 now. It ended with a cliffhanger... now I have to wait for book 5 to be written and published...grrr...)
Ever since I started reading vampire novels, I fell in love with them, and I have a theory as to why that is:
Vampires are virtually indestructible, they heal extraordinarily fast, and they're immortal. They also have superhuman strength and stamina.
It's so easy for me to get lost in these books, and live a life full of energy, exploits, and health, even though it's just in my head. I enjoy the escape they give me from my life, which is completely the opposite: I injure myself doing the most mundane tasks, I take months or years to heal what normal people heal in a few weeks, I get so fatigued, and weak feeling that I can't do simple tings like laundry or dishes. Sometimes I can't even hold a book to read.
So in short, yes, I am a vampire addict, but in a different way than a lot of people. It's not just the mystery, sex or intrigue, it's the feeling of freedom, a feeling I don't have in my real life... So I read.
Update: I clicked "post" and I remembered... I have a freaking nickel allergy, and it's driving me insane... I want to peel off all my skin just so it would stop itching... Stupid pants...
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