not dead yet

back to the land of the living.
kind of.
normally i wouldn't wear a "wanted: one cute cowboy" hoodie to work.
but for the most part it's back to the land of the living.

bring it.

which reminds me*...

i enjoy reading and i mean, really who doesn't?. when people ask me, "so... what do you like to do?" reading usually makes the list, although i wouldn't say i'm well read. ok. i would. if you were a boy. and i wanted to impress you. because you looked like you're into brainy chicks. and i felt like i needed to somehow negate my hoodie. if that happened? i'd say i was well read. but i wouldn't mean it. i'm a slow reader and impatient, so it usually takes 100 pages of forcing myself to focus before i get into a book enough to enjoy it.
but then there are the books that make me love reading. a handful of incredible books that i become immediately engrossed in. and all of a sudden i choose reading over tv, or sleep, or staring at a wall. this doesn't happen often.
i have decided that "to kill a mockingbird" is one of those books.
one of the incredibles.
i could not put it down. and even when i did manage to put it down i couldn't stop thinking about it because the characters were tangible, and the story had become real. and i kept having to censor myself in conversations because i'd almost forget that my world and harper lee's world are not the same world, and people really don't care what happened to scout today.
when i was a little art student, i went to a lot of seminars and had a lot of opinionated professors and was basically flooded with a billion different ideas about what art should or shouldn't be. i've forgotten it all. it's gone. all of it. except for one statement that art should portray "what ought to be" which sounds nice, but who knows how that would all work exactly. but if you ask me, "to kill a mockingbird" is art because atticus finch represents the way people ought to be.
i'm glad i watched that episode of "gilmore girls" where they referenced boo radley, making me think to myself, "hu. i haven't read that book since i was twelve. i bet i'd like it more now than i did then."
thank you g.g's. you've yet to let me down.
thank you, also, gregory peck. wink wink.

*ok ok... my hoodie in no way reminded me of "to kill a mocking bird". i was struggling for a segue. majorly struggling.