I am currently reading 4 books.

1. Boy Meets Girl - A really stupid book me and Blessie are 

making fun of. It's about courting instead of dating. 

Which I think is such a dumb idea. And I'm annoyed that the 

author thinks he knows everything. But I'm still reading 

because the book is super romantic.

2. Eat, Pray, Love- A book I can't discontinue 

reading even though it makes me depressed. 

Its the book that became a movie and as a life rule, 

I don't see movies that are made after

 books until I've read the book. And I love 

Julia Roberts.. hence why I am still reading.

3. Othello- Shakespeare NoFear because I

want the story not the poetry. I love love love 

this book. I read it my sophomre year of highschool 

but now I've forgotten the plot. So I'm reading the 

easy version to get reaquainted. 

Hello, Othello. I'm Sosi. Nice to see ya again.

4. Romeo And Juliet- For memory's sake. 

And I like the idea of "star-crossed lovers". 

It's effing R&J. Need I say more?

Because I'm reading all of these books, I am not really reading any of these books. I am only in the second section of #1, page 40 of #2, have only bought but not began #3, and in the first act of #4. 

But hey that's fine, I like to read and books enjoy being read. 

So I'm relationship building right now. And thats what missionaries do right? ;)

Airport Bars

I remember one month  my uncle came to visit from Germany.
He stayed at our house for a long time and he smoked cigarettes outside and I went to school and made fake cigarettes out of Kleenex but I got in trouble when I got home and so my mom had him talk to me about the dangers of smoking but I was only six and frankly I didn't care. When he left we all went to the airport and this was before the September 11th tragedy so the whole family was allowed to go to the gate and we were running late and I really really wanted Doritos from the vending machine and by the time I had counted my quarters and pushed the button my uncle had already boarded his plane. I never got to say goodbye. This is also the day that my mom met three or four British cowboys and even though I couldn't go onto the plane to give my uncle one last hug and kiss, I did get to hang out with these men with silly accents and big hats. It was then and there I realized that I am going to marry a cowboy but now I'm not so sure about marrying a cowboy because turns out

Cowboys don't like me.


PSiknowthiswholethingistwoorthreerunonsentences.theyrefun.