complicity is an odd novel, which is an understatement if i ever heard so. it's not so odd rather that it is disturbing and, for the nature of the novel, that kind of behaviour is acceptable in a novel such as this. i love how behaviour such as shooting semen into a child pornographer's veins to make him brain dead is behaviour that is acceptable in such a novel. all the books i read now are school related. the most exciting book i've read so far is foxfire and i love it. but i see all the other books on my shelf getting all dusty for my negligence of them is ever present and i neglect them still just by writing about them and not taking care of great, also not so great, literary works. as for complicity, a novel about a murderer killing the morally deficient of british society and getting the murderer mixed up with a scottish journalist, the annoying, smart kid in class ruined the ending for me. i already had the killer pegged anyway.
today has been the laziest, most productive day of my weekend. a paradox in itself, that statement is actually true. i finished my paper that is due tomorrow at two in the afternoon and read the things i needed to prepare for lecture and managed to shove in some tv on dvd, the da vinci code and gossip girl. religion was easier to write on than religion coupled with expansionism. it was a vague assignment so i do hope it's alright.
this is what i have been reduced to: writing about my goddamn school work. no one wants to know about that! i am in a rut. school, work, eat, sleep, school, work, lounge. repeat as necessary but oh no! it is not necessary at all! i don't know how to get out of this rut. i know i have to force my way out but with what lever or catalyst to get it go.
i am agitated and ready to go on vacation.
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