I still hate people

It's true. I just don't like a lot of people. It's not that I think I'm better than them...okay, well maybe I do. Just some people are so tiresome. Do I really have to spend my time humouring them? Eh, I just don't like it. Grr likes to cry incessantly sometimes, but since I'm not too sure what she's saying, I have to think it's much better than when some people talk incessantly. Not that I don't talk a lot or say stupid things, cuz I know I do. But I'd like to think I have some kind of internal censor before I say most things, so that I don't sound as stupid as many, many (oh, too many to count) people I come across on a daily basis.

Yes, I'm bitter. Am I too young to be so bitter? Maybe. Been this way for a long time already. Lost faith in too many losers, err I mean, people. Maybe I put too much faith in people before, causing me to really despair when they messed it up. I don't know. All I know is that I'd love to have faith in them now, but can't. I'm an optimistic pessimist or is it a pessimistic optimist. Whichever, I subscribe to it.

Okay, and on that note and the fact that I really messed up my ankle 5 weeks ago from slipping while doing spinning hook kicks that I even have to go to a physical therapist, I suppose I should start typing about what I'm supposed to: Books!

I didn't get more than about 30 pages back into Crime & Punishment (which was an amazing 30 pages again, mind you) before I was given a book entitled "The Devil in the White City" by Erik Larson. This is what I started, while relaxing in a remote part of Tahoe in a cabin near a beautiful lake. It was awesome. Oh yeah, the book... This book tells about the historical, first, World's Fair in Chicago, 1893 and a serial killer, who used the fair to his advantage to lure people (mainly women) to their deaths. It was a pretty good book. Very intriguing. Lots of history about Chicago, architecture, phrases that arose then that we still use today, snack foods that started then that we still eat and consume, and many, many more interesting facts. The biggest problem I had with the book was that sometimes you could tell the author was super interested in the architecture and landscaping as he'd go on for pages & pages and so much in depth of all of it. For me, it got a bit tedious at times. I wanted to know more about the killer and what he was up to and instead I was reading about what kind and how many flowers were to be planted in front of such-and-such building. But, all in all, I did think it was a pretty good book. I learned a lot. Just no pop quizzes please.

Just started, "Everyone Worth Knowing" by Lauren Weisberger today. She wrote "The Devil Wears Prada" (yes, the movie comes out soon, which upsets me only because I should've written that story and should be the one being paid lots of money for the rights of it to be made into a movie - just jealous). So I'm thinking this one should be good too, as I really enjoyed that one.