Crap

I was planning to write properly tonight, but as soon as I got to my room I removed my makeup, washed my face, and then put on more makeup than I originally had on.

I'm so obsessive. I was like this last year too. I was obsessed with watercolor and sketchbooks and paintbrushes. I've always loved makeup though so maybe this isn't something I'd tire of. I don't know.

I'm too sleepy to write anything now. When I write on this blog, I feel like I'm talking to myself since no one really reads it. But I guess this is better than tweeting about every fucking thing that happens to me. Which I do sometimes. My twitter is private because of that--it's so embarrassing.

Also, I realized I've been posting too much about love and how I'm longing for it and shit. As much as I want to avoid this though, I've always written too much about love. Really, sometimes I feel it's all I write about. Tsk.

ANYWAY.

I've set a reading goal for myself this year: 30 books. This isn't a lot for other people but it is for me because I don't really have much time to read (or rather, I tend to prioritize other things, e.g. makeup lol). It's already the third week of January and I'm still on my first book. I suck.

I'm reading a book called The Closer We Are to Dying by Joe Fiorito. I got it at a Book Sale last year along with a few other paperbacks. It's non-fiction. It's about the author's dying father, the stories he'd told him over the years, their family history. I really like the writing--clean, simple prose but not devoid of literariness. I'm almost done reading it but I have to stop from time to time because I usually read it at the office during my breaks and since it talks about death and family and all that, there are parts that could bring one to tears.

I don't want to cry at the office, thanks.

After this book, I'm going to read Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt. I bought a number of books from Book Sale last year but I obviously haven't read them, so~

I want to take photos. I hope I can do so this weekend.

P.S. I went up the roof today to watch the sunset. At the exact same spot where my ex and I broke up. I didn't feel any loss or sadness or whatever. I just thought the sunset was pretty and the empanada I was munching on was fucking spicy.