This is for all of you hipster kids:
Look, this one might be kind of long and all about English. While I was at Barnes and Noble today, I was really struck with my absolute disdain for John Steinbeck and love for Boo Radley. At the same time. It was comforting. While there, I wondered:
Why are the smartphone magazines in the 'art' section of the magazine rack at Barnes and Noble?
How can books that haven't been released yet be on the New York Times best seller list? What if they have only been out a week? Surely, The Count of Monte Cristo has sold more copies than Glen Beck's new book "Coward"? Why isn't the Count of Monte Cristo on the New York Times best seller list?
I'm afraid of foreshadowing. No, I'm not afraid of foreshadowing in books or whatever; I'm afraid of foreshadowing actually occurring in my life. Like, when people say things like "Today would be the worst day to hit a rollerblader," my heart kind of skips a beat. What if that's premonition that they're feeling? Do you see how that could severely affect my every day life? The simplest, slightest remark could lead to hours of avoiding that very situation that was alluded to. Life's a hassle, man.
I think, in my heart of hearts, I'm an english major. I was thinking about today and I think that it's true. I came up with three reasons:
1) I'm snobby enough to be. Yes, English majors are snobby. I've come to grips with it, why haven't you? There, their and they're? you're and your? c'mon. People that are more familiar with English than others use it against them. Embrace. We're all friends here.
2) I'm smart enough to be an English major. See? Kind of snobby.
3) There's something subtly sexy about a girl (or a guy, for that matter) that knows how to use a semicolon. I'm not kidding, when a semicolon is used correctly or appropriately, it gets my motor humming.
This wasn't as long as I thought it was going to be. I'm kind of tired anyway.
I hope you love my blog.
I love you for reading.
Always do what you're afraid to do.