Yay! For once I’m not going to blog about pictures, or my kid, or pills made from strychnine! I’m just going to type some shit down and see where this one goes.
I have been reading like a mad woman lately. It turns out not having cable will do that to you. I finished One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s nest and it was amazing. The movie was terrible by comparison. I think the only people who really appreciate the movie are those who never bothered to actually read the book. Thats fine, by the way. It’s only bad when the person adapting the book into film forgets to read the book. I think that may have been what happened with My Sister’s Keeper. I started that one right after I finished Cuckoo’s Nest and I could not put it down. Seriously. It became troublesome when I was abandoning my parenting duties to read. I saw the movie a couple of months ago and cried my eyes out at the end of it. I decided to read the book and when I was done I was SHOCKED, literally STUNNED, and plain old SURPRISED by how different the book was. It as though whoever adapted the book into film just kind of skimmed through the pages and took note of the characters’ names and certain events and just ran with it; Wrote his or her own story. That is just not how you adapt a book. You don’t change certain key events, like, you know, the ENDING.
I just started reading Little Children by Tom Perrotta. I’m all about the book-to-movie adaptations lately.
Speaking of writing, all of the hard work and stress I put into my Persuasive paper for my English class really paid off. The paper was on the drug war and the teacher loved it. She not only accepted it on the first try, but she also asked if she could use it as an example paper for future classes. Holy. Crap. I worked until literally the last minute on that thing, over-thought until my brain cried for mercy. I was sure there was going to be editing issues, but there weren’t. I am so damn proud of myself. Maybe one of these days I’ll publish the paper to the site for all to enjoy.
I have to write an article analysis next, and I literally have no clue what I am doing, or looking for. I have never done anything like that before in my life. I don’t know if this next paper will get the same response as the last.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go clean Windex off the floor. My lovely two year old decided to empty a bottle of it all over the kitchen.