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Banned Books Boredom

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 18:35:26 GMT

I am a huge dork

read
partially read
want to read

#1 The Bible
#2 Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
#3 Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes
#4 The Koran
#5 Arabian Nights
#6 Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
#7 Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift
#8 Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer
#9 Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne
#10 Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
#11 The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli
#12 Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe
#13 Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
#14 Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert
#15 Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
#16 Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
#17 Dracula by Bram Stoker
#18 Autobiography by Benjamin Franklin
#19 Tom Jones by Henry Fielding
#20 Essays by Michel de Montaigne
#21 Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck (so incredibly boring)
#22 History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon
#23 Tess of the D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy
#24 Origin of Species by Charles Darwin
#25 Ulysses by James Joyce
#26 Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio
#27 Animal Farm by George Orwell (I think I'm the only 20 something that hasn't)
#28 Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell (one of my favorites)
#29 Candide by Voltaire
#30 To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
#31 Analects by Confucius
#32 Dubliners by James Joyce
#33 Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
#34 Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway
#35 Red and the Black by Stendhal
#36 Das Capital by Karl Marx
#37 Flowers of Evil by Charles Baudelaire (baudelaire is one of the coolest last names)
#38 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
#39 Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence
#40 Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
#41 Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser
#42 Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
#43 Jungle by Upton Sinclair
#44 All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque
#45 Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx
#46 Lord of the Flies by William Golding
#47 Diary by Samuel Pepys
#48 Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
#49 Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy
#50 Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
#51 Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak
#52 Critique of Pure Reason by Immanuel Kant
#53 One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey
#54 Praise of Folly by Desiderius Erasmus
#55 Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
#56 Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X
#57 The Color Purple by Alice Walker
#59 Essay Concerning Human Understanding by John Locke (not by choice. ugh)
#60 Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
#61 Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe (also boring)
#62 One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
#63 East of Eden by John Steinbeck
#64 Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
#65 I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
#66 Confessions by Jean Jacques Rousseau
#67 Gargantua and Pantagruel by Francois Rabelais
#68 Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes
#69 The Talmud
#70 Social Contract by Jean Jacques Rousseau
#71 Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
#72 Women in Love by D. H. Lawrence
#73 American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser
#74 Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler
#75 Separate Peace by John Knowles
#76 Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
#77 Red Pony by John Steinbeck
#78 Popol Vuh
#79 Affluent Society by John Kenneth Galbraith
#80 Satyricon by Petronius
#81 James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
#82 Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
#83 Black Boy by Richard Wright
#84 Spirit of the Laws by Charles de Secondat Baron de Montesquieu
#85 Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut
#86 Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George
#87 Metaphysics by Aristotle
#88 Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder (ew, had the books but never read them)
#89 Institutes of the Christian Religion by Jean Calvin
#90 Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse (so good!)
#91 Power and the Glory by Graham Greene
#92 Sanctuary by William Faulkner
#93 As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
#94 Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin
#95 Sylvester and the Magic Pebble by William Steig
#96 Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
#97 General Introduction to Psychoanalysis by Sigmund Freud
#98 Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
#99 Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee by Dee Alexander Brown
#100 Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
#101 Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman by Ernest J. Gaines
#102 Emile by Jean Jacques Rousseau
#103 Nana by Emile Zola
#104 Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
#105 Go Tell It on the Mountain by James Baldwin
#106 Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
#107 Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein
#108 Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Peck
#109 Ox-Bow Incident by Walter Van Tilburg Clark
#110 Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 01:11:25 GMT

Photobucket Album

wow.

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 02:50:43 GMT

I just got engaged. (!)

also..happy almost in one hour birthday.

hungry. will whine for car

Sat, 11 Mar 2006 03:32:37 GMT

mm. pumpkin roll. yes really. pancakes and apple juice with peanut butter everything.
hunger is affecting my ability to coherently put sentences together (another one of my many excuses)
i've only had a few pieces of shrimp today and usually i eat every two hours! man, i wouldn't last long on a hunger strike. thankfully, my stepdad will be arriving shortly and take me to wawa before we attempt to put my car on some sort of thing and drive it back to the haven. i would wait for sheetz, which is plausible but definitely not going to happen. i have glorious plans of obtaining ice cream and a drink and some sort of delectable sandwich of the chicken kind. (i just lied, wawa doesn't include delectable on their menu)

i am really loathe to say what i think will be the outcome of tomorrow's doctor visit for the corsica. my mother acts like we would be on the streets if we were to get another shitty used car for me. i mean, the car has almost 173,000 miles on it. cars don't usually last that long and with all of the repairs that we've put into it, we could have easily purchased a car that would likely get me from a to b on a more consistent basis. ah, the thrill of paranoid parenting.

i start to look forward to going home and then i think, pessimistically, that i shouldn't be excited because it will not be exciting! plans will fall through and i won't see the people that i want to see. Or. something awkward will happen. family or friendwise, it really doesn't make much of a difference.
queen of awkward situations. tie between butler and sean as to who is the king.

i had a dream last night that i was at the oip and i saw someone that i previously have held in high esteem, eating lunch with his mother. they asked me to sit with them and we discussed lives and things of the recent past nature. i had nothing to say. no accomplishments, nothing exciting or provoking (of me) in my life to tell this person. it was awkward and i felt jealous.
.. then sal came and miraculously i spoke to him in italian, astonishing all surrounding spectators.

oh, just kidding. but that would be cool
the thing is. i don't want to be that person. i want exciting things. exciting things come to me. please.
maybe that's the problem. i don't seek them out. i relax in the monotony of every-day krista life and never seek anything more.

note to self.

stuff.

Thu, 09 Mar 2006 04:21:08 GMT

i want to stay up all night and talk. about really stupid things. and those pertinent to life as well.
very few people will give me that. anymore.
how can you not be a talker. you can be shy, yes. i am shy in many situations if i don't know people. but isn't everyone else constantly thinking of stuff. just stuff?
maybe some people just think about one thing. all the time. really, yes really.
i have met those people that aren't interested in asking why. why anything.

BORING.

that's it. i really do need to go home. i miss a certain very few people. that will listen to my drather.

it was just a paper bag.

Wed, 08 Mar 2006 18:33:04 GMT

oh man.
so i am still exhausted. i have to meet with my advisor soon to figure out if i will graduate before i'm thirty. it's really pretty awfully depressing.
if anyone wants to eat ice cream with me and watch stupid movies tonight, that would be super.

that being said. what is the deal with people making movies. if you made a movie, wouldn't you make one that you thought (hoped) would be acclaimed or controversial or recognized in some way other than it was pure shit? i don't understand why people make movies that they know will be C movies, unless of course they are intentionally trying to make a crappy movie for tongue-in-cheek purposes. i mean, i'm certainly not making any movies so i don't have much room to complain, but i'm just curious. maybe they really think that movies like The Wax Museum (or whatever it was called) with Paris Hilton will be great.

i think i have to look at it from other perspectives. music, for example. i would make music for the sole purpose of making music. i guess if it came from me, and all that came from me was cheesy music, i would put it out there. but it would be a hobby, not a profession.

i don't know. what do you think. maybe i'm being too harsh.

my brain is really not cooperating. i don't have anything constructive to say.

useless posting XX

what i am.

Wed, 18 Jan 2006 04:06:18 GMT

i am emotionally exhausted. i don't know how it sneaks up on me like it does.

consuming

Fri, 13 Jan 2006 05:12:05 GMT

i've been meaning to write and write and write. but it just hasn't happened.

what i've been thinking about lately is mostly music. i went out tuesday night and i saw a few bands play in manayunk. i didn't realize anything new to me. but i love live music. there is something about live music that allows for it to be slightly terrible and still awesome at the same time. by terrible i mean, maybe not the music that i would normally listen to. because if it were truly that terrible, i would probably not be listening to it. also. people who play instruments, especially if they play them well (and this includes singing) instantly have a +3 added to their ranking on the scale of attractiveness. why is this. i would say it's because i appreciate people who take the time to learn an instrument or i have respect for those who play well. but there is something innate there, because there are also 13 year old girls who are screaming over guitar-playing and lead-singer boys all over america. and i'm sure the majority of them are not just appreciating that the boy can play an instrument.

furthermore, i feel awful for girlfriends of band members. the one girl, who actually recently just got engaged to one of the lead singers of a band that i saw, was there watching them play. hordes (okay, three) were screaming for her fiance to take his pants off haha. among other things.

i always get like this after seeing live music. what a big sap.

also, as ever. i had a lovely conversation that night. which sparked an argument with another individual. which then led me to believe that i will always be like this, myself. which might lead to problems. ever

is that cryptic enough. haha

but i love it.

the/end.