Getting Myself Back.

I'm reading a lot more, writing a lot more, and drawing again.
Since I got my GED and left school halfway through senior year (because I wasn't learning anything new, I left, moved to New York for a month, and came home.) I've lost myself.
I lost my style, my will to read and draw, to be creative.
Today I taught myself to ride a bike and rode two miles to the library and got a card and five new books, which I will devour in their wonderful entirety, no short cuts.
I will finish writing the three novels and two movies I have never completed, and be satisfied with the outcome.
I will lose the fifteen pounds I gained in the past year, find thrift stores and re-develope a slightly classier version of my old, incredible, funky style, and I will be truly happy with myself for the first time in about six years.

And it will be wonderful.


I was so much cooler when I was sixteen.






Books:
The Invisible Man -HG Wells (about to begin)
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-Rowling (half through)
Eat Pray Love- Gilbert (just begun)
The Stranger- Camus (to read)
Playing With Grown Ups- Dahl (to read)
Great Expectations- Dickens (to read)
Pygmy- Palahniuk (to read)
Unbearable Lightness of Being- (couldn't get into it, returned)