Do you read?

I was wondering why do our nails grow? I mean I know our body's biologically programmed to grow our nails, but for what purpose? We don't do anything with them aside from chewing on them or painting them or scratching annoying people. Nothing important really. Then I thought, if I was back in the no-clothes age, roaming jungles and deserts, my nails would definitely be a tool. Think about it, we wouldn't have any knives or something sharp to ply a coconut open. Ok, maybe not a coconut but something softer laaa. Our nails would so definitely be abraded from all that friction. That's why there's growth huh? To sustain our sharp keratins. =p So like, since we're wayyyy past that nail biting age, won't we lose our nails one day, in the process of evolution? Nailless fingers in year 5000. o.O interesting huh?

Yeah my mind wandered. I've been living in my thoughts the past few days. I get so annoyed easily. I think I hurt people with words too. Can't seem to stop and think before I speak. Tsk. But then, I like to think that if friendship is strong, then its going to last in spite of verbal abuse and other little stuff long-term friends are meant to get over.

I'm binging on food too. I don't know whats wrong with me. So emo eater.

Getting back with all the Angela girls is great. I haven't had so much fun in 3 years. But I know it won't last, when everyone starts to find their ways again. I guess it would be just a nice phase in this year of college.

You know, I don't really like people who don't read. It just shows in their personality. Books are everything you can ever dream of. Hell, I've even found things I can't begin to dream of, but its there. Diana Wynne Jones makes my brain spin in the skull, but I love it because nothing can pry me out of this world better than her. JK Rowling made me almost believe wingardium leviosa would make my physics teacher defy the laws of gravity. *snicker* Dan Brown made me go woah! so many freakin' times. Imagination is everything that makes life today worth living.

And people who don't read are the dullest persons I have ever met, in my opinion. Really. What else is there to talk about if not the philosophies of some fictional character, or the mysterious goals of some famous inventor? Or the most dysfunctional non-existent character you can ever think of?

The television won't ever be up in rank with books in terms of life. That bundle of papers in your hand will be everything your brain & heart needs to quench curiousity. Imagination is everything. You just get what you see on tv, that's why you can get drunk after watching the tube for hours. You don't exercise those impulses in your pink mush. There's no stimulation.

Its like mass brainwashing. The television I mean.

With books, there is no limit.

Really. If you've met people who have read books, and people who never read or don't like it, you can pretty much tell the difference between the two groups. For example, interests. A bookie would have so many interesting things to say and much more ambitions to share. A non-bookie would only talk about people, events and everything else to do with current affairs. And, no purpose in life at all.

Well, if I'm wrong, come out and show me then. I will apologise for my statements. Maybe I just haven't met interesting people who don't read. But til then, I'm sticking with this theory.