Sometimes you’ve gotta let your inner nerd run wild and free. Like a gazelle, or a zebra. Though preferably not one that gets chased by a lion, or, as in Life of Pi, eaten alive by a hyena.
Times like Sunday, when, nearing the end of what can only be described as actually the most painful semester of my life, I decided that I didn’t even care anymore and was going to spend the evening slouched in my roommate’s chair, moping. In addition, I planned to entertain myself by reciting everything that either has already gone wrong or might possibly go wrong in the future. I would throw a grand party of pitying, at which the guest of honor and sole attendee would be me.
Unfortunately, my friends had other plans. Using all the wheedling they possessed, they dragged me out of my room and into a car – yeah, I know, it sounds like the same thing everyone’s mother warned us against as children. Their plans, however, were less nefarious than bookwormish: we went to Joseph-Beth’s and spent an hour oohing and aahing over every book.
Actually, they spent an hour doing that. I curled up in a chair reading Dickens’ Hard Times, which, contrary to the opinion of the author of its introduction, is actually a very good book. Granted, most of the characters are extreme caricatures, but then again, isn’t that the point?
Guys, it was one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. I just got so happy looking at all those books, and all I wanted to do with my days was sit in a corner, reading and drinking tea and being dreamy.
So I decided how I’m going to spend my summer: not sitting in an office in Boone working for Samaritan’s Purse – because they didn’t want to hire me, as it turns out – but rather reading lots, improving my German-speaking skills and sitting in a Barnes&Noble or a Starbucks, writing a book and winning a Pulitzer Prize.
Ok, that last one might not be very achievable. But a girl’s gotta dream, doesn’t she?