Psh.

do you ever have those days? in which everything begins with good intentions. like studying! or writing something nice! or going for a run! or sleeping less!

but NOOOO! cruel fate always seems to throw a curveball at us. jams all the clockwork that's supposed to make us better human beings. it tests my (or rather lack of) discipline. that's right. D, I-fucking-SCIPLINE. oh how am i gonna be a good doctor if i do not study???

help. let me illustrate why your eyes had to tread over the shards of my ranting and cursing. i bought this silly little book from the summit called the cider house rules. and, damn am i hooked or what?

well, on the flipside, it is quite funny. it's about this orphanage in a rural wood-sy town in maine. and there's this kid called homer wells. anyway, there's a girl in the story too, called melony! hahaha! i was like what the....?

she was supposed to be melody, but turned out to be melony because of a typo. and as the author wrote,

"the mistyping was a fortunate mistake, actually, because there was nothing melodious about that girl. she was about sixteen (no one really knew her exact age), and there was in the fullness of her breasts and in the roundness of her bottom very much the suggestion of melons"

then there's this part where the main guy gets kinda taken for a trial adoption by a very outdoor-sy couple. think jimmy tee and erh, a female version of him. they go camping a lot so, owing to their busy schedules, the orphanage doc concluded that they haven't been able to successfully concieve. so anyway they take this kid for a camping trip to see a moose. and one morning the orphan wakes up to grunts which he thought was a moose, but...

"if dr larch would have been present, he might have drawn new conclusions concerning the winkles' inability to produce offspring. he would have concluded that the violent athlethicism of their coupling simply destroyed, or scared to death, every available egg and sperm"

hahaha, dammit, i laughed man. great book. my pleasant distraction.