Books, aren't really my friend.

I just finished reading, A Cat Amongst Pigeons. I really enjoyed that book, it was really
interesting, and I'm glad I remembered most of it, since I read 3/4 of it in February, then finished it today.
I almost cried when a character that I envisioned that looked like the housekeeper nanny from 101 Dalmatians died. And I giggled when I found out who the murderer was. Since she screamed out, "Bitch" which truly proves how mature I am. Haha.

Now I'm reading Anne Frank - The Diary of a Young Girl. Which will totally make me depressed, since it's such a sad, depressing book, well from what I've heard about it. So I dunno. Hopefully it won't be as depressing as people make it out to be.

Then I have thousands of other books to power through. ):
Since there are 20 other books that are on my list to read and buy during the summer.
'Cause you know, I'm cool like that, and that's how I roll.

Hopefully I'll gain more of a cultural perspective on life. And become more of a better person, a lot better then the person I am today. Rid myself of the verbal diarrhoea - since it's not a nice quality to have. Even though the person I'm not spewing shit about, benefits from it with giggles and stuff.

On another side note.
I've been going through my music and deleting a ton, trying to free up some room on my computer. Even though I still have tons and tons of space. But it's nice to know that theres still room. Then I'm going to have to go through my pictures and such.

Then eventually I must start going through my things, get rid of the things that I don't want.
Clothes, junk, books, papers, toys, games. Anything that I can get my hands on, thats mine and I don't like.

On another note.

Cutest, cutest guy ever.