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Dear The World,

My most sincere apologies for failing you all. I shall promptly shove myself into a dark and dusty corner whence I find it somewhere gloomy and shameful—after I write this apology letter post.

I do not know what has gotten into me—perhaps it is the food I ate, the lack of growth I had, the sleep I had not, or my mindset was not austere.

But here it is. For the second time, I have failed you all. I have failed myself. I have failed humanity.

 

Now, if you have been wondering until now, why I am so apologetic, so gloomy, so upset of some sort of thing I had done—I shall correct you in your ponderings and wonderings. It is not so much something I had done, but something I had not.

I.

Had not.

Read.

Five.

Classic books.

IN one Year.

 

Now this sounds very, very pathetic, and I know, I know it does. It puts me to shame, and it makes me not want to post this in fear that people I actually know read this and condescend upon my reading ability from thence onwards.

 

But to reflect on this Rear (short for Reading Year), I have not read much books in general. It is saddening that, with the acquaintance of high school comes the decreasing of Reading Time, to the point that I have returned many overdue library books unread—untouched.

Perhaps it is the overbearing task of completing prodigious amounts of homework assignments, or my lack of skill in time management. Perhaps it is the preference of technology over books, or in other words, the abundance of technology versus books—now that I have a smartphone. (YEAHIKROMGOMGOMG)

(Compose yourself, Indigo.)

 

But I have resolved to myself, that yes, this year, it shall not be a fail of a Rear. It shall be a successful Rear, a glorious Rear in which I will be able to confidently shout, “Long Live the Rear of 2013!” Even on the last day, and yes, I knoweth that this doesn’t create much sense, but I shalleth write in the language that I nor thee doeth knoweth. Ieth caneth speaketh funnyeth yeteth soundeth wiseth byeth addingeth etheth ateth theth endeth ofeth theth sentenceth.

Prolly sounds like lisp.

 

No.

But—to return back to my original tone of voice, yes, I know. I haven’t read much books this year, and I am quite honestly disappointed with myself. Can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s some mutated form of shame and disappointment.

I will, however, state the few Classics I have read. I shall then proceed to list the few Classics that I have attempted to read (or rather started, and then never had time to read it, until it was overdue at the library).

Classics I read:

The Old Man and the Sea by Earnest Hemingway

A Clockwork Orange by Someone

Two O. Henry Short stories by O. Henry

Yes That’s about It by Me.

(I lied. I shall create three lists.)

 

Classics I read in School:

Of Mice and Men by Steinbeck

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

 

Classics I started to Read but Never Really Bothered to Finish (Or didn’t finish by 2012):

Animal Farm by George Orwell (or someone like that, if my memory serves me correctly…?)
(One Google later---Yes, yes it did. My memory is loyal like that sometimes. Sometimes.) (Oh yeah now we’re reading it in school.)

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

Demian by Hermann Hesse

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time by Mark Haddon (I’m actually reading this right now; almost done, in fact.)

And a Few Other Books I forgot to Include by Assorted Authors

 

I’ll put this post date as December 31st, 11:59. Hehehehe.

 

My next post, I’ll decide 2013’s resolution.

Au revoir.

So. Here is December, sitting and glaring at me.

How’s Pentaclovel going?

Well, lemme think.

I read…

Hemingway.

I read…

A Clockwork Orange.

I read…

mmm…

Yeah.

I KNOW. D:

I got some big time classic reading cramming to do.

Seriously.

I’ve been so busy with high school---

PSHHHH.

…yeah. I’m sorry. I’ve disappointed humanity.

 

But A Clockwork Orange by Whoever-Wrote-It (use Google) is quite an interesting book. Not once through the book did I find it ‘boring.’ Seriously.

And it was cool, getting to decode the language. Then I wondered if there was a nadsat dictionary online and apparently there was.

Of course I didn’t look at it. I wanted to figure it all myself. It’s kinda cool, you know. Sorta like a new language, but not so different. Maybe a dialect, but not as similar.

…

What, are you doubting me?
OF COURSE I didn’t look at the words.

…nobutseriously. This time your trust is in your hands. Believe it or not, it’s up to you.

 

So anyhow.

I’ll try to read another classic book.

(Does school count? Because if so, I’ve read two more. Of Mice and Men by Steinbeck, and Lord of the Flies by Golding. Lord of the Flies is really a cool book, though. Seriously. You should definitely read it if you haven’t.)

 

…bye!