Jesus christ. I am, even if it is very small and slightly pathetic, growing up slightly.
That is, today I took all the books off another of my bookshelves, dusted it (jeesssuuus. It's a wonder things weren't growing behind it!) and then put all the books I'll never read again in a crate, and put all the vaguely read-able books back on the bookshelf.
I actually have loooads of books. Concidering I have three proper five shelf book shelves and have books on another three shelfs of other things, and even then their are books stacked ontop of the lines, that might be slightly obvious.
But I haven't really been reading properly for ages.
Now, it might be slightly sad that I still had Goosebump books on my bookshelf, but when I had to take them down I was vaguely panicky. I LOVED the Goosebump books. And all my sleepover books. What the hell was I suppost to do without reading about the slightly boring lives of ten year olds?
But it's sad but true that, while I still love teeny angsty books, I am slightly too old for the pre-teen version.
I actually have a lot of un-read books that look good. And for some reason I have a LOT of classics.
Anyway. One more bookshelf to go and I will have new, slightly more adult, and dust free, bookshelves. Hopefully the space cleared from taking away my beloved Goosebumps will take the books that are stacked on the place where I keep my hairbrush and shit into the real bookworld.
Ahem. Jesus. That must have been the most boring thing I've ever writen.
ANYWAY
Duke of E. I got a huge rucksack that I had to carry on the bus and tube. Going away for the trial expedition on saturday. then the real thing the next weekend. And then the following Wednesday I get to go to Australia. I'm looking foward to the plane more than the actual place tbh.
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