March 21, 2003 - 11:14 p.m.
Alright, on a shallow level, I got my hair permed today, so it's back to the curls I used to have. I got major compliments at work, and I was a bit afraid of their opinion. But everyone thought it looked really good, espeically Shannon, who commented on how sexy I was, and then proceeded to slap my ass. It was the first time I was seriously hit on by another woman, and hopefully the last.
Anyways, so we were all watching the bombings on TV. It funny how beautiful it looks from far away, and it isn't until you realize what's happening that you actually feel sadness. Dustin and I talked about it later, in probably the only serious conversation we've ever had. He wanted to know if I was scared or freaked out by the war. It was cute, the guys up there worry about me more than they admit.
In other news, I've been absorbing myself into dozens of book. I've always been a bookworm, and I used to beg my mom to take me to the Library. And then I would pull down chapter books, nonfiction, and mythology. I'd bargain with my mom, "I only got five books, just let me get one more."
I got this book again, titled "The Last Book in the Universe." I adore it, but most of all I love the feeling it gives me in the end. Ryter is such an amazing character, sort of like a writing Gandalf or Dumbledore. It just reminds me why I want to be a writer, to see him go on adventures and die for his books. I want to have that sort of an impact through writing. And even though Ryter dies and his books are destroyed, written language goes on in the form of Spaz.
I'm making no sense, sorry, it's late.
