Whales are Dangerous.

I just wrote a post on how frustrating the past week has been for me, I haven't felt very well, you know, tired/headachy... same old ridiculous stuff. But I think writing the words helped so much that I don't feel the need to post that post anymore. Cool.

When I go through tired times, I usually have a carnival-like bazaar of memories that play through my mind. Some are cruel and sad because they remind me of beautiful moments that feel far away, or the memories remind me of people that feel far away. Hmmm, I wish my mind wouldn't replay so many memories. I wish I could just play an action movie in my brain all day long on the bad days...

But you know what counts? Although there are highs and lows, I'm going to keep getting better. I'm going to become a triathlete champion who eats frosted flakes and flosses everyday. And I'm going to write the greatest novel ever about Romania. And paint stuff. But seriously, I'm going to benchpress 300 pounds. I don't know why, but that's something I want to do.

In other news: A whale killed some guy in Japan. I just saw it on the news. Poor guy. Shoulda read Melville, he woulda known to stay away from whales...

Talk About the Worst Book You've Ever Read...

Today is book bashing day. Not quite the same as the most marvelous of all holidays we all look forward to (that would be book burning day of course). Book bashing day is quite fun even though we don't get to burn nefarious literature. But I have a feeling you are wondering what my favorite book to burn is, so to preempt your question I'll answer right here: nothing, and I mean nothing, beats the joy I feel when I get to burn a copy of the book Fahrenheit 451, it's a wickedly sinful novel written by Ray Bradbury. Burning that book never gets old. It's also Dick Cheney's favorite book to burn. What can you say, Cheney is just awesome like that. (just joking by the way, I love Ray Bradbury, although, I really do love Dick Cheney too, the permanent lip snarl thing he's got going is way sexy)

Anyways. Let's talk about bad books. I'm reading a bad book right now, and while it's not the most horrible of the horrible, I'm finding it to be really annoying and boring. The title is Beatrix and it's written by Balzac. I've been liking a lot of this author's other books, so I wasn't expecting this one to suck so bad... I don't even have the heart to tell you the story, but basically it's a silly love story that's so ridiculously boring you'd barf your brains out...

Other books... Well, I remember reading Moby Dick in highschool, and that was the biggest pain in the ass book. EVER. There were chapters and chapters all about the whale, whale characteristics, whale facts, it was constant, the whale this, the whale that... you know what, screw the whale, I don't give a damn. Please, just stop bashing me over the head with whale facts. Can we get on with the plot and forget about whale anatomy... Seriously, I used to love whales, but now I shudder when I see a whale drawing or picture or hear someone talking about whales all because of that stupid book... Maybe I'd like Melville's book more now, maybe I'd understand the depth of the novel a bit better, but I don't really care, I don't want to punish myself with that book again. Once is enough. Although I do like some of Melville's other stuff...

So what books do you hate? Or just dislike or find ridiculous?