your love will be safe with me

Hiya! Yesterday I did a little bit of spring cleaning in my bedroom, and now my books are back in my window frame. I was just a bit unsatisfied with keeping them in the little shelf I had standing beside my desk. But now I've removed the shelf, and it looks a bit bare. My sister even stopped by and just stared a bit, before she pointed and asked "didn't something stand here before?" with a frown on her face. Obviously I said "nope, don't know what you're talking about. Your brain have gone all rubbish". But then recognition dawned on her face, and she said "your books!", and then she left. And that's basically the interaction that happens between us. Sometimes I'll stop by her bedroom and ask her what she's doing. Without knocking of course. And she'll shrug and say what she's doing - or sometimes delve into a story I'm too bored to listen to, and then I basically just shut the door. I think I should get an award for being such a good sister. Defnitely. Anyway, my window frame is basically like a book shelf now, and I'm contemplating whether to sort my books alphabetically? I mean, I did do the same thing to my CD collection. You know, one day I dream of owning my own library. Hell to a shoe closet, I'd rather have my own private library. That, or (and) my dream about owning a book store. (sigh) Me and my dreams. The weekend was basically spent reading about tumors, and I've grown weirdly fascinated. Although, perhaps not so weird considering it's actually really fascinating. I've still got to read pathology today, though. It seems like it never stops, and it's a bit depressing spending my holidays reading. Except, not really? I can't regret doing something that's actually enjoyable? And I did enjoy reading about tumors. It's just the fact that this is my curriculum for my exam. And that's usually associated with something boring. But today has been my "day off" - as in me lying in bed and reading a 80k word long fan fiction. It was good, but not enough I guess? I've just realised that I cannot read something where it's about emotions all the time. Unless I'm in the mood for it, I guess. It's just that it's very draining. The funny ones are the best ones. But those are also the hardest to write, hence the lack of good ones (..the good ones go, if you wait too long. I can't help but think of a song to everything I write? It's like there are lyrics burnt into my mind). I'm currently listening to Bloodhound Gang's The Bad Touch. And it's got this brilliant line: "You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel". I mean, what a great pick-up line, innit? Anyway, I'm going to do a bit of school work and then watch a movie with my broseph. Did I mention that my brother is home? Well, he is.