in an effort to vent my frustration, i'm blogging for the third time in a day. Good gosh, i seem to be turning into one of those mad bloggers who do 329048321904 posts in a day. briefly considered deleting this blog but it seems like a waste; all my past year's worth of memories, despite how vague and impersonal (public blogs are NEVER personal, don't go posting shit that could offend people or make people think 'is that me they're referring to in the post?' etc.. and there's no law that says u can't post craploads of emo-ness but personally, it's just way too weird having a bunch of people - u don't even know who - read your innermost thoughts and feelings) anyway, they are good chronicles of what i've spent the last year or two doing, which i guess is better than having no memory at all. i did go back and revisit posts from last year on one ocassion or two that i had nothing better to do and it was nice just to browse the stuff i'd written, and muse about how in the span of one short year i sound like a completely different person already.
i spent my afternoon fuming and reading this book for lit next year, Speaking in Tongues. It's a complex play written by an Australian playwright in 1996 and it's about the relationships between people, and how in three parts, strangers' lives can be interweaved with one another, and how in the span of mere moments someone can pour out their deepest needs, while people who have been living together for years cannot close the barrier or distance between them. fascinating book, but it ran circles around my head. it's tough to keep track of the lives of 12 people when they're all interconnected in some way and i had to keep referring to earlier bits in the book to bridge the connection. Very ambiguous and vague but it shows relationships being broken in the course of one mistake, and how a decision made in the spur of a moment changes every single thing, and how, the code of moral conduct in people can shift so flexibly; to excuse judgment errors and mistakes. yep, i enjoy something that challenges me to think about it, so i gave my brain a good workout.
dum dee dum.. dad's been yelling allll day i'm starting to see red patches in my vision -_-''
yes i think i reaaaaaaally need to go already.
