Crazy Days and Tired Times

My sister is getting married in 6 days. She is the first of the Self girls, in Atlantis. There's nothing I really can't stand more than the hustle and bustle of trying to get things organized the week before a big trip. I understand that everyone wants everything to be perfect and doesn't want anything to be left behind, but still, is it really necessary for people to get mad with anxiety and fear of forgetfulness?

I have decided for the moment I am forgoing my next chance at the GRE test, in pursuit to focus solely on my critical essay. I have completed my first rough draft and am in the process of editing it, the first time.

Have you ever heard of a book called "Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs" by Chuck Klosterman? I was pursuing the shelves at Barnes and Noble yesterday, with a copy of The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde, and The Call of The Wild/White Fang by Jack London in my hand, heart set on reading The Call of The Wild after I finish my current book on Jane Austen to further my insight of Christopher McCandless.

A good friend gave me a copy of Into The Wild by Jon Kraukaur for my birthday, the best 21st birthday present I could ever receive. It's as if he knew exactly.... well, me. We hadn't been friends for very long, a month maybe? Still in the works of getting to know each other and to my surprise in my mail box one afternoon I find a copy on Into The Wild. Of course, I had never seen the movie, but I knew of it, but not so much of the story, itself. I began reading it a few days after I received it. Couldn't put it down. I'd stay up late after coming home from a night out with friends to see what crazy mess of ideas Chris McCandless, or better known as Alexander Supertramp, was up to. Burning money, ditch his car, hitchhiking to Alaska from Georgia with a college degree- what an idiot I thought for about the first 150 pages, then it clicked. Something inside of me turned with the way the words formed in my mouth as I read them silently as if I were reading out loud. Leo Tolstoy, Jack London, and Henry David Thoreau- WHAT KOOKS! Living as one with nature.. OH OKAY!! I'd like to see someone who is so dependent on industrialization, technology, and processed food to drop everything and every natural way of life that we know as natural and revert back to "the old days" when humans were more neanderthal-like, and relied solely on the earth, moon, stars and sun for source of life. Though Chris didn't exactly succeed at his overall goal, that's not the point. Those of you who have seen the movie, probably thought to yourself when it was over.. well good I'm glad this he died because of ____X_____. (I wont spoil it for those who have not read/seen it)

But it wasn't about that, Alexander Supertramp wasn't crazy. If anything, he was the most sane, clear thinking person I've ever read about, felt, somewhat known, felt connected to... etc. Chris McCandless had the balls to do something most people talk and dream about but never actually do.... JUST GOING, picking up and following your heart no matter what life throws at you. I wont preach but I admire him.

Back to Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs. It should be a good one. I put back The Picture of Dorian Grey and The Call of The Wild/White Fang for this one because I liked the cover and I really like Cocoa Puffs.

If you ever get a chance to pick up a book, check out The Delivery Man by Joe McGinness Jr. Probably one of the best books I have EVER read. People always say, you cant just a book by its cover- I choose books by their cover and their title. I can always find the most interesting books just by the picture and the title on the cover. Never in my life would I have though The Delivery Man was going to be about what it was about (again I wont spoil it). But sure enough, it definitely had an impact on me.

Well its time to get back to crazy wedding plans, hectic airport traffic and security procedures, and making sure my mother doesn't forget my sister's wedding dress.

Oh the irony in that situation, not that I wish it to happen, of course i'd NEVER wish that, but oh the irony in it. I'd love to hear the story after the fact.

I'll be gone a week, with no internet access, apparently it costs $75 to log on to the World Wide Web, and the $3 per minute after the initial log in- not a chance. I plan on gambling my money away at the black jack table a few nights. Maybe I'll get lucky and hit a jackpot on one of the slot machines as I walk by.

We'll see.

my non-existent wrist watch is exhausted from all the travel.