Alive

Its very easy to be productive with limited Internet access. The lack of air conditioning also restricted me and my sister to two rooms in the apartment, so we read up on some literature. If you're interested, this is what I read in those two weeks. I would recommend everything, but asterisks denote favorites.

Boo, Katherine. Behind the Beautiful Forevers.*
Brown, Dan. The Da Vinci Code.*
Green, John. Paper Towns.
Huang, Eddie. Fresh Off the Boat.*
King, A.S. Everybody Sees the Ants.
Lakhouse, Amara. Clash of Civilizations over an Elevator in Piazza Vittorio.*
Lockhart, E. The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks.
Morrison, Toni. Sula.
Rowell, Rainbow. Fangirl.
Rowling, JK. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
Strobel, Lee. The Case for Christ.
Various authors. The Art of Plants vs. Zombies.*

I overestimated myself when I thought that I would take full advantage of the massive amounts of leisure I have. It seems that 2:40 AM has become a common sight on my clock. Honestly, I feel more at peace with life right now than I do during any other given time during the day. The air is "mad" cool and smells like poetry wafting through my windows. No one's awake. No food is around for temptation. Everything is quiet, and sometimes, a good conversation might even happen across borders.

I don't know what to do with myself. Should I take full advantage of my alertness during this time, or do I need to change my living habits? I love this quietness, but its an obligation to be conscious for the daytime. I don't know how college life messes up this pattern, how studying fits in with being constantly surrounded by new and amazing people. But right now, I love this night. I actually, right now, love being alive. This feeling is so rare...

Maybe that's why I'm still awake.