Third Post In Twenty Minutes!

I'm on a roll, people! Or. Whoever's reading, anyway.

Just a really short one. I'm off to Seremban in a bit.

Here's a little rant on my inability to finish books.

Now, I realise that ranting about it isn't going to solve anything, and who wants to hear me talk about my hamster-like attention span, anyway?

But I know for a fact that this ailment (Cannotus Finishes Bookius Syndrome or also known as Ooh-Lookit-The-Shiny-Thing-itis) plagues a great number of KYUEMians, and indeed, normal people, everyday.

Take today for instance.

I was in my room earlier (chalet room, not... room room. Hmmm. But isn't your chalet room your room room now, you've been in it for so long? But whatever, I digress. Okay. I'm gonna end this parantheses thing now. Ha, fooled ya. Okay, okay. Now. .. Hah! Fooled you again. Hahaha. Okay, okay, I'll stop. Continue thy reading -->), waiting for me mum to pick me up and take me back to the real world. So I thought, Hmmm, Whattodo, Whattodo. Oh, right.

Let's read a book.

*picks up A Farewell To Arms*

Ten minutes later...

Zzzzzzz.

*beepbeep*

WAKE UP.

Time to go.

Dammit.

Exact same thing happened at least three times in the preceding two weeks.

And get this.

I bought that damn book LAST YEAR.

JUST AFTER SPM RESULTS.

AND I'M HALFWAY THROUGH.

Gahhhh!

I must've started and stopped that book at least 20 times! And it's not cause the book's boring! Hell no. It's great. (pretentious Lit snob alert) But I think either the book or myself (or both?) are cursed to never. Fully understand each other. Sigh.

Anyway.

I'm starting the book again tonight. And I know I'm gonna stop just after the narrator comes back from the hospital. And I'm gonna forget the whole thing. Then I'm gonna start it again in two weeks. Woot.

Coming up: Stuff I Did To Help Me Finish The Goddamn Book.