Books, Books, And More Books.

I don't think you know this, but...

I'm a book worm. 

My dream house? I don't have one. Well, unless you consider living in a giant library for the rest of my life as a 'house', then I'm good. 

You know what is, like, soul shattering though? 

I've completed around 6 books this year for pleasure. Six books people, six! I usually devour that many in a month, tops! I'm the girl who read a 400 page book in a day. I'm the girl who ignores all her school work to read the next Pendragon book, or take in a few chapters of Squashed. I'm the girl that, even if she hates the book, is sure to have the assigned book for school done by the end of the week. I'm the girl who has run out of room on her shelves, desk, and beside tables for books and has been forced to stack some under her old keyboard. 

I'm that girl and I've read around six books for pleasure this year? 

You have every right to smack me right now. 

Here I am, one day before my British Lit. class and I'm only 33 pages into Pilgrims Progress, which just happens to be a 304 (exact) paged book. That's roughly around 271 pages to go and I only have one day to do it. Not to mention I have to take notes while I read it. 

I'm an idiot. 

And you know what I want to do right now? The girl who has read six books this year wants to throw down Pilgrims Progress and attack a book she's already read about three times. Curse you Pilgrims Progress. Curse you procrastination. 

Luckily, I usually find a way to wiggle myself out of these predicaments with last minute freak outs. Hopefully my schedule for tomorrow will help me get off my lazy ass and get things done. Hopefully. 

**Jocelyn** (who is now going to try and get at least 50 pages done before she has a break down)

P.S

Did I ever mention I complain too much?