• I rarely ever think about marriage but there so many people around my age who are getting hitched. It’s like a cult. I don’t know what to make of it, but it makes me want to be single for as long as I can. Life is a long while, so I don’t understand the rush.
• I finished reading Never Let Me Go. I spent a whole afternoon with it in a noisy cafe during finals week since I probably wouldn’t have picked it up again if I put it down. The third and final section was the most difficult and tedious to get through. I think I’m more angry that there wasn’t any retaliation/opposition from the clone population.
• My hermit crab completely buried itself under his coconut husk chips at the beginning of May. I’m afraid to dig him out in case he’s molting, so I actually don’t know if he’s dead or not. Considering his crabitat doesn’t have a fishy smell, I’ll assume he’s still alive.
• It’s a strange and disturbing phenomenon when you meet someone and just know right away if you’ll like, or don’t like them, as a person. First impressions aaare everything!
• That said, quick-tempered, brazenly arrogant people really grind my gears…
• I’ve been absent from Tumblr for some time now. I was becoming too dependent on it, so I was like, “I have to get out and have some real-life interaction,” and I did.
• I met a lot of really neat people these past couple of weeks, just by coincidence, and I’m supposed to set up a double-date for me and one of my friends this summer.
• My sleep schedule is still effed-up, as usual. I don’t think that’s ever going to change.

I started reading a new book today, Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. It took me two libraries and three different departments to find a copy, but I did. So far, I can already tell it’s a little different from the film—just a little, but it makes me wonder what other differences there are going to be. I’m nearly halfway finished, but I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet. I just about cried while reading the first chapter, so I don’t doubt I’ll end up bawling once I get further in. I can’t say which I like more, but I loved the film (maybe because the cinematography and score were so captivating). Must watch again!

Anyway, I was laying in bed last night after I’d woken up from a nap, after having eaten a delicious dinner (uhhh, food coma). I started brainstorming ideas for a novel that I’ll one day, hopefully, write. I’m not a very strong writer, but that’s beside the point. I just want to tell stories.

I feel embarrassed for people who, time and time again, try to justify themselves through putting others down. They look like dummies contradicting themselves all the time. Instead of placing fault on others, I wish they’d come up with an insightful analysis of their situation before they speak.