seventeen

so i finished 'nausea' tonight. finally. i'm a little bothered by how much i embraced it in high school and how repulsed i am by it now. what happened in between? you can't say i've matured, because this is a recognized work of literature, so my maturation isn't a factor-- it's not like this book is 'charlotte's web' or anything. i just don't really know what to think of it-- guess i need to think about it and see if anything concrete comes up. more than anything, at least at the moment, i'm glad i can move on to another book.

i have other things rattling around, but i'm just not interested in sharing them tonight. some personal things and some big picture things.

resume your lives.