"I feel fine," she said. "There's nothing wrong with me. I feel fine."

This summer I've been trying to read as much as possible because I figure in a few months I won't really have that much free time (hopefully!), and plus I wish I were more familiar with more authors.
I went to the library to take out some books and realized that I don't have a library card anymore. I guess that's what happens when you go to college. Anyway, I got a shiny new library card and checked out way too many books for two weeks. I checked out at least 6, three of them being "25 Short Story Masterpieces," "Love in the Time of Cholera," and "Fitzgerald's Short Stories."Obviously there's no way I'm going to finish more than one by next week when they're due, but there's something about checking out books at the library.

So far I've read Anton Chekhov's "The Lady with the Dog," Flannery O'Connor's "A Good Man Is Hard to Find," Joyce's "Araby," and Hemingway's "Hills Like White Elephants." I just started "King of the Bingo Game" by Ralph Ellison.

I love short stories. I've taken two short story/creative writing classes for my English major. I wish I could've taken more English classes. It's actually sad for me to think that I won't be assigned papers or reading to discuss anymore. I'm thinking of signing up for an English class at Pitt this fall, but even if they're not all filled, I'll be in a pickle if I get a job this fall. Can going to school for the rest of my life be a job?

"Hills Like White Elephants" is the bomb. I absolutely love that story. I've made at least 3 other people read it since I read it. I think I read it in high school or sophomore year of college, but I'm positive I didn't appreciate it the same way that I do now. Now catch this because I'm saying something monumental and completely new: Hemingway is a dialogue master. Haha. Just kidding. You knew that. if you didn't know that, go read the story.

I heard recently that when Hemingway turned 22, he basically dedicated the entire year to writing. That's what writers do I guess. I'm thinking I can dedicate the whole year to my writing when I turn 23.

Speaking of turning 23, I've also decided that it's going to be the deadline for me moving out of my house. I have a little over 3 months to get out of here! A full time job better come through in the next two weeks, or I'm upping my hours at Panera x500.

Go read "Hills Like White Elephants" now.