one hundred years of solitude

Attendance rate was low in class today..Wanted to skip school altogether but knowing my parents it's just about as good as asking permission to jump a cliff.

Was reading One hundred years of solitude written by Gabriel Garcia Marquez in class, since I couldn't be bothered to study..And yes, that's a bad habit.I also don't know how many weeks it's been since I first read,and the thing is it's not really thick but why the hell am I taking so long to finish the book?

The names in the novel are so few,but I was confused cause so many people of the Buendia family have the same name, it drives me nuts trying to remember who they're talking about. Four generations of the same bunch of names and nearly identical characters to the previous generations definitely will drive you up the wall. So far I think Ursula Buendia is the most sensible and practical character, which is probably why she lived to see four generations come and go. Sounds like she's gonna go down under pretty soon, with eyes nearly blinded by cataracts and leathery skin. Then again, she contradicts herself with the eternal mourning rule in the house.Weird, and yet I like this book. Makes me curious to read more. I knew I should have snitched the book home..for the day anyway.

I enjoy the silence and solitude whenever I can, which is probably why I like sleeping. Escaping the troubles of the present day and time to an infinity of adventure. Throughout whole day I look forward to going to sleep.To lash my fear and anger at the unknown,, to cry in anguish of the present day, to go on adventures unreal enough to be real and yet in all the action to find solace, to gain courage, to be human in a dream.Then again I remind myself that I live a life to experience what I have yet to discover, so I wake to a new day and hopefully do what I set out to do.