Aanndd finally,

The last book I read for class was Here I Stand by Paul Robeson. I don't know, I wasn't too impressed by it, there's not a whole lot to say about it. I feel mean putting it down because it's a civil rights book or w/e but it just wasn't that moving, and Robeson seemed kiiinnndddaa full of himself, but I feel bad saying that too because I'm sure he was a great guy, i dunno. I was like crying and absolutely moved by a short letter we read by MLKjr the same week, so this book just didn't cut it for me in comparison. I don't know this review is like the biggest muddled mess [as was that class] and i'm just glad to be done with it all.

clocks

The second book read for class was Clock Without Hands by Carson McCullers. I'm writing this on a day where I feel absolutely numb and bored out of my wits but unable to do anything productive. You know those days, they pass. My brain has been in the process of shutting down the past couple weeks, since I got a cold last weekend I've been a little off. As I enter week 8 of this term, I'm completely lacking in any enthusiasm and passion for learning, an unwillingness to get out of bed, and the sort of pressing misery caused by an immense workload that never decreases no matter how hard you try, so you stop trying. Ugh. And my list of things that I would rather be doing severely overpowers my list of things I SHOULD be doing, manifesting itself in me doing absolutely nothing. J.F. deleted her blog today, why do I care so much? It's like the icing on the cake, this completely real soul with great wisdom and flowery words, and there's really no one else like her. I'm obsessed with a vision of a Christmas that is so far from reality. I just want to be in a cabin in the woods with my boy and a warm fire and maybe a few little ones, I'm just so done with pushing myself against the grain to get a degree to satisfy society's B.S. requirements for success. I would just die if I read the bell jar again right now haha.

Ughhhh rant over. I don't have a journal right now and I'm too lazy too physically write anyways. I really liked Clock without Hands. It had nothing to do with what I just wrote. It changed my perspective, which puts it in the rank of good books. And it held my attention. I liked the characters. Even the most ignorant ones were so hilarious lol