Thursday's entry.

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I'm beginning to wonder if I should even bother with writing journal entries when I obviously can't post them. I really really hate our ISP. And you know that we're just too rural for them to be bothered with. We've been having major problems since June. The technicians who were out a few weeks ago said that they were still waiting for the part to fix that problem. Of course, we haven't actually paid for our internet service since June, either, so that helps take the sting out of it. A little. This is getting ridiculous, though.

Okay, I'm sure you're all tired of hearing about our connectionless state. I'll try to move on to something else. I'm at work now, and am exceedingly bored. This is garden season, and thus not the season for expecting a good deal of produce traffic. I did finish The Hobbit today, and I really rather enjoyed it. I talked about my frustrations with The Lord of the Rings with a few of you a while back--this is not like that. It was written more like a children's book, which I suppose it was originally intended as. In any case, I'm glad I read it, I enjoyed it, and now I'm glad to be done with it.

I'm in a bit of a read-real-stuff mood as opposed to voracious romance reading. I have Ordinary People (Judith Guest) waiting since Christmas, and I ordered My Sweet Audrina (V.C. Andrews) after I mentioned it in one of those Friday Fives to see how the read goes compared to how I remember it. I've actually read both of those, but it's been a while. I'm especially interested in seeing how I feel about Ordinary People this time. I have it listed as my favorite book on our page.. it certainly impacted me when I read it in high school. I actually think there was a bit of fate involved with it. I tried to read it my freshman year for extra credit (we could take these little quizzes from a special bookcase, and I picked up that one.) I was completely uninterested and returned it unread. My senior year, it was approximately the only book left for a similar extra credit assignment, different teacher. When I went to check it out, she looked at it, looked at me and said "You'll like this one." It's the story of a teenage boy whose older brother drowns. She was right; I did like it. I asked for it for Christmas, but then put it away due to it depressing me.

Anyway. After that, I'm going to try to work in a Salman Rushdie.. probably The Ground Beneath Her Feet. I think that's the one totte wants me to read. If I get around to it. I just couldn't get into it, and no amount of "But it's so good!" has been able to persuade me to try again. I'll have to check my list to see what's after that. M and I made each other lists of books that the other should read a couple of years ago, and we've been slowly working on them. He reads less (and slower, in English) than I do, but I read a lot of fluff and we both have a lot of things we want to read on our own, hence it being a slow process. I should make a list when I get home.. there are a few more than the ones I've mentioned.

I just have an hour left at work but it feels like a year. I still am not completely sure what I want to fix for dinner. Apparently, the corn we have is the best corn anyone has ever tasted, but we only have a few left, so I don't want to take any more out of it. I hate telling people that we're out of something. It's pretty unlikely that I'll sell all that's left now, though.

I should probably work on being a better person. I used to really make an effort (still do, sometimes, but I usually forget) to pick out one positive thing about everyone I see. Now I see so many trashy people that I just think of humorous but mean things to say about them in my journal. I do usually forget about it or can't decide how to make it funny or it all ends up sounding mean. On the other hand.. pretty unlikely that I'll stop, so might as well just forget about it. ;) Anyway, I have things to do again and probably won't have time to come back and write on this anymore this afternoon, so off I go.

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Boring is not always the same as intellectual, dear. :)