a glimpse of who i really am

You can tell my roommate Kate is back, because there is beautiful singing coming from the kitchen.

I was lucky enough to have Tuesday off of school as well as Monday, and I cannot stop rejoicing over the extra time... to do homework!

Last night I got home around midnight. But I still wasn't tired. So I took my sweet time getting ready for bed, snuck into my room past my sleeping roommate, grabbed my handy booklight and pulled the covers over my head. 

I felt like a little kid again, reading Harry Potter under those covers. Hoping turning the pages wasn't too loud while everyone else is asleep.

You know, I loved reading. (Still love it, though times have changed.) I was the little girl who left the library with a stack of books half her size, and returned the next week for a new stack. 

I'm convinced the reason I needed glasses in fourth grade is because I read until the light from my window went away.

(I'm also convinced I half did this on purpose. I thought having glasses was a wonderful thing and that others would enjoy your company more for it. I was young.)

Now all there is to read is textbooks. And I ignore those if at all possible. 

I spend more time catching up on random, pointless tv shows than absorbed in a good book.

And I have this fear, that as I get older, I'll have less and less time to read. 

And that someday, my little memory of reading until the light was gone, will be such a distant thing that I hardly recognize it as me anymore.

I believe I'll be done with that now. 

Consider me a girl who loves to read. (With maybe a smaller stack of books than before, but still the same passion.)

p.s. make this week a good one :)