Today, I woke up bright and early to a gorgeous blue sky.
"It's so nice out."
"Well, remember Sunday, when we woke up to fog and it turned out to be fantastic?"
"...Shush."
We were on the beach before it was even nine in the morning. There was just over an hour of full sunlight before the pesky clouds on the horizon began to stray in the way of our vitamin D. I built a rather pitifully exectued sandcastle and tanned some. As the clouds became thicker and darker, we gave up and began to walk back. We bought soft serve ice cream along the way, as well as the plum bread I loved so much the first time I came here.
It's funny. Yesterday I was all, "Boo, it's raining, I don't have internet, my life is crap," while today is, "Plum bread and the beach, my life is sunshine and butterflies~!"
I read for a while after lunch. Then my mom and I walked roughly twenty minutes to a nearby shopping center. My mom bought a book for my dad and we bought some chocolates (mango-grapefruit chocolate 8D) and a teapot. I really liked this faux-leather (polyester) jacket at Orsay, but they didn't have my size. The woman listed off a few other locations of the store, so if we see it, I'll hopefully get to add it to my exploding wardrobe.
On the walk home, the following conversation occured:
"What are you writing? I hope it has something to do with our vacation."
"It does."
Then I followed with a long explanation of BEDA, which my mom began to confuse with NaNoWriMo, asking if I would get a copy of my blog in a book. She thinks I should print it all out to keep. If I had my own printer, I probably would. But the only printer in the house belongs to my dad. I'm worried he'll read it and be like, "WHO ARE THESE STRANGE FFN FRIENDS YOU SPEAK OFF? THIS HAMMER IS FOR BANNING, AND I USE IT TO STRIKE THEE FROM THE SURFACE OF THE INTERNET."
I could edit out the parts about my internet buds, but I really don't want to. This is a memento of myself. I want to have this memento unedited. What's the point, otherwise? How cool would it be to look at this in ten years, when I've maybe left FFN, and remember Into and Vivid and Hunter and Rowan and Evan and Clara and everyone. Maybe try to find them again and chat for a bit. In ten years, I could even meet them IRL if I wanted to. How cool would that be? Uhm, mad cool.
I want to remember them.
When we got back, my legs and my feet hurt so bad. The walk back was ten minutes longer, because both of us had pains in our feet and we were walking more slowly. I finished off the last few pages of The Catcher in the Rye. Now I have read all three books we brought with us. I wish I'd brought The Great Gatsby, if we even have it at home. I meant to read it when John Green gave the Nerdfighters homework, but I never got around to asking if we have it. Either way, maybe now I'll do some writing of Oblivion, my fanfiction baby. Or maybe not, because my sister will be arriving tomorrow and we're going to start doing some serious tourist business.
Let me bring all you invisible readers back into English class. I want to record my thoughts on The Catcher in the Rye. Before I do any critisizing, I want to say that the voice in the book was very good. Holden really felt like a real person to me. I could just so see this guy who'd flunked out of multiple schools and was just wandering around, being a guy. It was believable to me. Very well written.
However, the entire time I was reading it, I kept thinking, "Well, what's the point?" I read on and on, hoping to discover what the whole point of the thing was. I still don't know. I finished the book and I've got no idea what Salinger was trying to say. Isn't there supposed to be a point? Why do they teach the book at school if it doesn't have a point? I swear I've heard John Green talk about it in a vlogbrothers video, but I'd never find it without watching straight from the beginning of their channel again.
Silly as it is, I can't wait until we read it in school so that someone can tell me the point of the whole thing. To be honest, I'd rather of read the story of the stuff from the beginning and end that he said he didn't feel like getting into. That's what I would've liked to hear. Not 214 pages describing two-ish days of this guy wandering around, with no point that I can see. Is this some epic tale of teenage angst or something? I won't pretend to know. I don't like when English teachers tear books to pieces, I admit. "Are the rabbits just rabbits?" YES, THEY ARE JUST FREAKING RABBITS, SHUT UP. But seriously, what was the point of this book? Why is it so well known? Is it because it doesn't have a point?
This is why I like reading books on my own without an English teacher looking over my shoulder. It really makes you think, without someone just telling you the answers. I really want someone to just tell me the answer, but hey, I've got nothing better to do, and maybe I can figure it out on my own.
Lolno.
My mom just yelled at me for eating all the chocolates on of my aunts gave me without giving her one. I thought she had taken some, because I was saving the only other lemon one in the box for the end, because the first one was the best of the three flavors, and it was gone. And now she wants me to pick up red currants. I didn't have anything else to say, anyway. I was just going to play more Pokemon.
As soon as I put my laptop away, I started thinking. One could argue, in response to my The Catcher in the Rye questions, "What is the point to writing at all?" I can't explain it. I mean, I could tell you that Harry Potter is about finding yourself and overcoming barriers and courage and all, and I could do that for all books, but in the end, I could do it for The Catcher in the Rye, too. I could say it's about teenage angst or something. I guess what I meant is that when I read a book, whether I like it or not, I put it down after the last sentence feeling satisfied. Not satisfied in the "that was good" sense, but satisfied in that I had read the story from cover to cover and followed the plotline that the characters were faced with. I could identify the rising action and the climax and the resolution and everything. I couldn't do that with this book. None of it makes sense to me, really. I've finished it, but I don't feel satisfied. I'm still searching for more, wondering if there was something I missed.
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