I’ve read a few classics, but not the amount I would like.
I’ve already read:
The Three Musketeers, The Count of Monte Cristo, Oliver Twist, The Prince and the Pauper, The Lord of the Rings, The Iliad and The Odyssey, and a few others that I can’t recall at the moment.
I’m not exactly sure what I want to read next, but I’m sure to find something to my liking the next time I go to the library.
sirwalter's Life List
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1. stop mumbling
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2. get involved
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3. sing in harmony
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4. learn how to pronounce words I read correctly
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5. see how far I can walk in a week
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6. learn something new everyday
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7. ask more questions
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8. be loud
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9. smile
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10. stop being so annoyed at other people's grammatical failings
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11. find out what I want to do with my life
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12. learn another language
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13. expand my horizons
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14. read more classics
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15. be more optimistic
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16. talk more
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17. get into a relationship with Jesus
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18. lose some weight
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19. write
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20. create something beautiful
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21. learn how to spell
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22. improve my vocabulary
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23. become a better french horn player
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24. write in a journal
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I pair up well with chatter-boxes. They do all the talking, and I do the nodding and smiling. Then they can leave feeling happy about their ‘conversation’ with me.
Unfortunately, most people don’t talk that much. I always feel like I make people feel awkward because I’m so quiet. I stand there, and they stand there. When they finally ask a question, I give them a mumbled, one-word answer because I can’t think of anything else to say. Then we go back to standing there till the other person looses patience with me and leaves.
I must admit, I prefer people leaving me and my train of thought alone, and saying ten words a day is fine with me. I’m just frustrated that when the need for conversation arises, my mind freezes up then proceeds to work like it’s swimming through tar.
