Squeaky Clean

Reading: East of Eden by John Steinbeck

Listening to: Maroon 5 (I feel totally weird saying that... don't judge me. I got moves like Jagger ;)

Mmhmm

   The other day I had this weird impulse to read some literature (I think it had to do with the smell of old books surrounding me. Sometimes I wonder if people ever spike books...). To the bookshelf I went and after browsing for a while I discovered Of Mice and Men. I've always wanted to read it, just to know what it's about, so I said what the hay and read it in two hours (which is a bit embarrassing since it's only 100 pages long.).

    So it's a depressing book. But not totally as depressing as what I thought. It's depressing for the obvious reason, of course, there's something much deeper there that made me think. I almost felt like it was a story that could've happened any day, every day. There didn't seem to be any huge moral point or really any point at all. It was just a story about two guys trying to make their way during the Depression. They could have been any men you saw walking down the street. All they wanted was a better life - and they almost got it.

    Anyway, I discovered while reading the little prelude on John Steinbeck that he also wrote East of Eden. I've seen the movie (James Dean. I HAD to, obviously.) and thought it was pretty good (mostly because of James Dean), so I ran to the library to borrow it.

    I was unaware that East of Eden by John Steinbeck was 601 pages long. And not small juvenile fiction pages. So I've been attempting to read 50 pages a day. It's not actually been that difficult because the story's very interesting - but it's not what I expected.

    The book is divided into several parts and the movie apparently omitted at the least the first part so this has been like reading a totally different book - which is awesome.

    It's a bit dark, in some aspects, but it totally reveals the author, and that's something I've never so explicitly observed in a book.

    So I'll let y'all know how it is when I finish :)

   I've found something. A TV show. A slightly old TV show. A TV show that really shouldn't be old, but is, which makes me feel old. 

   One Tree Hill.

   OK, so it's still airing. But I'm talking old school, 2003 One Tree Hill. Yea. I never watched these shows because I was... 8 when the show started. But I think just growing up in that era, you find yourself loving the shows of that time (i.e., the early 2000's). So I randomly started watching is on Netflix, fell in love with Chad Michael Murray, and... I'm addicted. Just like that. My parents should be happy I don't dabble in anything worse than TV shows with my addictive personality... then again, maybe TV shows are worse...

   Naahhh!!!

   I also had the wonderful experience of gluing styrofoam peanuts to my eyebrows*, being on TV, and embarrassing my sister's best by dancing to "Forever" in the middle of the street - and singing along.

Cheers♥

*These are to be known as "Santa-brows". Copyright Emily Fedora.

Hehe, yeaa.... :)