Hello, my name is Patti, and I’m an addict.  It’s been almost 24 hours since the last time I read a book.  Thank you.

No, seriously, it’s that bad.

I love my Nook so much, that when I die, I want you to bury me with that sucker.  Yes, it’s here in writing.  Although I have no interest in being buried…maybe you can throw it in with me when they cremate me.

That thing is honestly bad news.  I download a book and I have it read within a day.  I become addicted.  I have read more in the past 2 months than I have in the past 2 years combined because of the lack of effort it takes to buy a book.  No driving, no searching around finding a good book, no waiting in line…nothing.  I have a huge ebook wish list that I created when I first got my Nook….so now when I finish a book, I go in there and pick one out and download it.  That’s it.  About 2 minutes later I have fresh material to read.

I always used to say I loved to read, but I hated it when I hate nothing new to read, and since I read so fast it happened a lot.  So I gave up on reading often because it was too much….and my book collection was getting too large to handle.

Well no more my friends, no more.  My nook can hold like 1500 books.  That is 1500 blissful days in my life (since on average it takes me a day to read).

I think I may have to take out some type of loan to support my reading habit.  And guess what…in a week and a half I won’t have to go on campus for 3 months.  This can’t be good.

My Nook is the love of my life.  Sorry, Brandon.

Oh and if you happen to have one, let me know, we can swap books.  Hey, borrowing books from each other is free, and you can’t beat that – and I can feed my habit with a little less guilt.

My email:

“Syracuse University classes starting at 2 p.m. or later today, Thursday, Feb. 25, are canceled, including University College classes and Drumlins Tennis co-curricular and physical education classes.”

Pure crazyness I tell you!  SU never ever ever closes.  And well, honestly, it has barely snowed here.  I mean, not even enough to tell the difference from when we got up this morning.  ?

At night my mind comes alive, with the stories of yesterday, today, and sometimes if I’m lucky, tomorrow. I’ve always said I could probably write a novel during a bout of insomnia. My problem is the lack of motivation to actually write. I prefer just laying there with the stories floating around in my head. I’m a much better at creating in my head than actually putting the words down. So to actually take the step of pushing myself to write things down would be amazing, and not a step, in my 27 years, that I have been willing to take. Maybe someday.

Over the years I’ve had many people assume a lot of things about me. Maybe that’s true for everyone, but for me it seems that I’m above average (have to excel somewhere, right?) I’ve heard many times “I didn’t know she did this,” or “I didn’t know she liked that or was even interested in it.” I guess maybe the problem is that I seem to keep changing myself. I think you have to, to keep life interesting. At least it’s true for me. Seems I’ve been victim to the negative though. Some people seem to think that I’ve spent my life being a student and not getting out of the house. Or living what other people have deemed as a pretty boring life. People also assume that I don’t know things, or that I have not experienced much. I’ve spent many hours of my life horseback riding, then painting, then playing tons of field hockey with my sisters, to being able to play five different instruments at one time (I doubt I remember anymore…) I also snowmobiled for much of my childhood (I used to have my own little one, and I lived on it). I’ve moved so much, that I keep losing myself, or at least little parts of myself, when I move on to a new place. Obviously stopped snowmobiling in Florida, and that’s when I took up rollerblading. I took my rollerblades everywhere, and also biked. When I lived in Florida is when I started my interest in birds, and eventually owned one (I would love to own another). For a few years I went to probably a dozen concerts a year, and now I haven’t been to one in over 4 years. There was a year that I took up hiking with a good friend, and truly enjoyed it. In high school my father decided we were going to be very interested in 4 wheelers, and we spent many weekends 4 wheeling up on my uncle’s land. I wish people would stop assuming they know me. I barely know me. I’ve gone through so much in my life, with moving a hundred times, and going to 7 different schools, it has shaped who I am, or who I’m not.