Sunday, February 17, 2002

[Graduation: T minus 90 days and counting!]

Sure, my love for reading has its advantages: better writing skills, escape, more rounded perspective, etc. But there's one huge problem: it has turned me into a hopeless romantic! When I read a book, I get so into it, I can easily imagine myself as the heroine (that's heroine, not heroin). So when I read my favorite books, the Christian novels set in the late 19th century with a girl about my age, I get caught up. Soon, it's not the girl who has the guy hopelessly in love with her, it's me. Finally, I close the book and sigh happily.
Then, *hammer hits me in the head* I remember it's not me. I am not in love and no one is in love with me. Or at least, not that I know of.
What am I doing so wrong?
Don't worry, I only get like this every couple months or so, then I snap out of it. *Siiiiiiiiiiiiigh*

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