Wishful Thinking instead of Sleeping
I wish I was rich.
Or alternatively I wish I had some clue as to where I’ll be or what I’ll be doing after I finish school in December. It’s a lot harder to buy things when you remind yourself there’s a real chance you’re going to have to pack it all up and move it in a few short months. I mean I may stay in Edmonchuck or I may be moving back to BC or maybe I’ll just chuck it all and go live in Edinburgh, and I’m not even sure how I’m going to deal with the stuff I own then, let alone a whole bunch of pretty, pretty new things.
Sigh, I’ve been torturing myself. I’ve spent the last hour or so surfing around amazon.ca (which is always, always a mistake) and adding a whole bunch of lovely books to my wish list. Books I want to buy. Books I want to sit on my shelf and look pretty. And hey a few books I even want to read.
Oh who am I kidding, I want to read all of them. I want there to be enough hours in they day, enough hours in my life, to read every single one of the books on my amazon wishlist. It was a sad day when I realized that I would not be able to read all the books I want to in my life time. At some point I have to do other things, like eat, or work to support my habit, or socialize. And there are so very many books I want to read, or feel like I should read, or am forced to read by evil totalitarian professors, and that’s not even including all the books I want to re-read a few more times before my death.
But I’m poor-ish right now. And I’m trying to save some money for the drop in income come September. And I want to go explore some part of the world after schools done, and that’s going to cost. And so will moving. And God knows how long I’ll be unemployed once I get my shiny new degree. So I really can’t justify buying some brand spanking new books on line. Especially when I work in a book store that gives me a pretty little discount.
But these facts doesn’t stop me from wanting to drop $200 on books tonight. Fabulous books, smartly written and with cleverly designed covers. Books recommended by friends, co-workers and customers, or books whose little plot write ups intrigue me. Or books amazon says I’m going to like. Sigh….how does a person become independently wealthy?
Labels: Books
Oh, Tessa...
You should make it a rule not to buy/borrow a single book until you read/returned all the books stacked up beside your bedside table. You wanted to read those once, too, you know.
P.s. It's nice to know you were feeling so happy the other day that it inspired you to compose an entry about it, even if we never got to see it. I hope the feeling stays with you.
I took a summer job inbetween teaching gigs and I wonder if I'm even making any money. When it's slow here, I tend to hit amazon.ca and at the end of the, I'm not sure if I made more in hourly pay than I spent on books.
Oh well, I guess it's like the Freak Brothers said: "Books will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no books"....only they used the word "weed" instead of "books", but the sentiment is the same.