I cannot think of anything to write about. I finished Naked Lunch yesterday, and this morning I wrote up a critique of the book. Being totally honest, I didn't much enjoy reading this particular book. I can appreciate the beauty of his prose, and his experimenting with different book structures, and creating a different form of book, not a novel, not a memoir/biography, and not poetry. It really doesn't fit into any categorization of book. When I first read On the Road I thought wow, he really played with idea of traditional novel formats, and way of telling a story. I enjoyed the book, On the Road because there was a story being told. I'm not sure which book was written and published first. I don't know if Kerouac read Naked Lunch and was inspired or if Burroughs read On the Road and was inspired. Naked Lunch by far the more experimental of the two. Actually now that I think of it, I remember reading somewhere that Allen Ginsberg dared Burroughs to write something, but I can't remember if it was Naked Lunch or Junky. I do distinctly remember reading somewhere that one of these books was written on a dare, or bet of some kind. I do know that Junky was the first book that Burroughs wrote, although it wasn't the first of his books to be published.
So it’s onto another book. I keep telling myself it's time to read War and Peace, but I always end up picking up a different book. I haven't looked through my library to pick a book. I downloaded a bunch of classic novels onto my Nook that I could read. I really want to read Jane Eyre. Hell with it, that's what I'm going to read now. I have no clue what the book is about, because I didn't read the blip they have about every book you download that tells you the premise of the book. I've no idea where it is set, or what language it was originally written in.
Sorry to bore you guys who come here to read about how much I hate myself and want to die, and my drug use. Those things don't really interest much right now. I don't know if it’s that I've written about it too much and am just sick of it, or if I've changed in some way, and those things don't have a place in my life anymore, and therefore are not interesting to me. If someone told me right now that I had to write about hating myself and drugs I would struggle. When I write I have to have some emotion fueling me. Perhaps now that I'm on MMT and at a stable dose my emotions are being suppressed just as heroin/opiates suppress emotions. There is a huge emotion fueling me to write about books, and authors right now. The thing is I promised myself I would not blog about it until everything has been ironed out, and it either happens or falls through. No, it has nothing to do with moving into that house. Although it is giving a reason for my parents to rethink buying that house. Titillating huh. LOL.
In other news, I'm taking two classes at the local technical college. Both math classes, I bet you’re surprised that I'm taking math and not composition or lit, or something to do with my interests. I have my reasons. I'm doing what is called a condensed course, which means I will be finished with both classes in just over a month, instead of taking a full semester to finish. The catch, I have to go to the technical school every weekday for 8 hours, 4 hours per class. A plus, I get a private tutor, who will be available to me every day except Sundays. This tutor will even be in the class with me, and if I wish will take notes for me, or make sure I'm getting all the notes, and the important notes. Although I don't know how much note taking you do in a math class.
You’re wondering why I get a private tutor at my disposal everyday all day for free. It just so happens I have a learning disability in mathematics, and it was in my high school transcripts that I sent in. I had no idea how much colleges are willing to cater to students with learning disabilities. I get to take as much time as I need on any test or quiz I'm given. There are a few other perks, but those are the big ones. In high school I was able to graduate without taking these classes because I had the learning disability. I should have just taken them anyway, and I wouldn't have to be doing it now, 11 years after I graduated high school.
There is a catch to all this and it has to do with money. I'm looking into that, in depth. This all started on a lark because I was bored. I never even imagined anything would come from it. I thought the experience and the writing involved would be a challenge, and a chance to learn something. I didn't even think about it after I did it until yesterday when I was reminded.
Needless to say, when everything is figured out, I will explain everything, and don't worry those of you out there that doubt everything I say, I will have photos to prove everything.
Different subject, I have this post I'm working on that is all about my experiences as a person with Bi Polar disorder. I want it to be really good, because Gledwood asked me to write about this subject many times, and I never really have gone in depth about it.