My other umbrella broke the other day. I think I'm going to blame it on Udit again, and kill him.
I recently finished reading a soppy story 'Dear John' by Nicholas Sparks about love and sacrifice, which did nothing to reinforce my belief in either. I picked up the book thinking I might like it more than Sparks' movies, but I ended up wasting endless hours and very few tears. Books like those just make me angry. A story that could've been wonderfully told in a page and half, was stretched over 278 unbearably long pages.
I've begun to think I might have anger management problems. Either that, or I could make heck of much better author than Nicholas Sparks.
On the other hand, I had much better luck with 'Freedom at Midnight' and 'No Man's Land'. And so far, pretty good luck with 'Snow falling on Cedars'.
I came to to the library today to return the last book and the last movie, vowing not to rent any more movies, because I need to go through my 10-book high pile in my apartment first, but I was powerless against the wall of movies there. My laptop DVD player has bailed out on me already.
I've been learning quite a bit about space-missions etc over the past few weeks. Everything from astronaut exercising constraints and equipments, to an account about the hows and whys of all the major disasters in the space era.
I made another list of goals the other day... and frankly, it scares me.
- Get a private pilot's license
- Get a scuba-diving license
- Get a sky-diving license
- Get a driver's license
To top all that off, I'm already fighting a temptation to get a haircut.
