I started reading the full unabridged version of Les Miserables the other night and it is literally the most gorgeous and descriptive writing that I’ve ever read. I want to highlight and underline so many quotes, but I hate writing in my books. I’m at war with myself.

It is nearly 3 in the morning, but I have finished my philosophy essay. I am very happy.

My library card has expired. Why cruel world, why?! Adventure to the library tomorrow to renew it then!

I just finished reading my first Agatha Christie book and really liked the chemistry between the two lead detectives. It almost makes me want to start watching Sherlock, but I don’t want to cry pools of tears.

I only have $13 dollars left on my card but I’m going to buy a book anyway. I don’t know which one. Too many choices!

I really want to learn French so I can visit France. It’s almost like Spanish right? Almost…not quite.