AUUUGH GOOGLE BLOGGER

It scares me.

So, what have I been doing?

I'm writing Catcher in the Rye slash, that's what I'm doing.

It was seven thirty or sometime and there I was, sitting like a lonely bastard in the goddam smoking room - the smoking room, that was one thing that really killed me, the school had a goddam smoking room, like we were at Oxford or something - and there was Luce on the the other side of the room, old Carl Luce, and he was holding court, he really was. Talking about flits and fairies and who had given to time to who and how and where. There was a bunch of guys sitting all around like his goddam children or something, like he was gonna impart some kind of ultimate wisdom. I was sort of sitting in the corner with a book that Mr. Antolini, he was my teacher at my old school, you'd like him, he was old but pretty okay. I was trying to read it, because I like books, I really do, in fact my brother D.B. used to write them, but this one was real old timey and strange and used a lot of words like "quaint" and "lovely" and bull like t hat. The author was a real bull artist, real good with pretty language and stuff like that. I liked it, I really did, it was just that he got a little strong sometimes, what with the "beauty" and the "Adonis" and all.

YES, HE'S READING DORIAN GRAY. I COULDN'T RESIST.

So. Bored. Yes.