A Book Friend

For most of my life, I've only really had a few really close friends with which I share pretty much everything. That's still the case in college, but I've also become more receptive to having more casual friends, with whom I share a few interests in common. I have a friend who has almost the same taste in music as me (handy for recs), a friend whose library I'm pretty sure is being slowly absorbed into mine, and vice versa, a friend I watch sci-fi things with, and others. These friends are loads of fun, but I tend not to keep up with them very well since they usually don't fit into my daily schedule. (they don't work with me, share classes, that sort of thing).
I was watching the recent movie adaptation of "Sherlock Holmes," when I suddenly remembered a commmon(ish) interest friend I had in sixth grade. He was a book friend.

I read a lot, all of the time, in sixth grade because I was new and didn't know how to act around people I didn't know. The teacher put the desks in little groups of four, and John and I were in a group of three, because there was an odd number, with another boy who mostly just slept. John was a nice guy, and I can't remember a whole lot about him other than the fact that he was in love with the "Sherlock Holmes" series around the time I was in love with those James Herriot "All Creatures Great and Small" series. (I was all about long, involved books when I was a kid, especially series) In break times during class, he would explain why Sherlock Holmes was totally the best ever and I would roll my eyes and tease him about it, and he would shake his head mournfully. Occasionally we would swap books, but he would NOT like the gory details of being a vet, and I would get frustrated by the mysteries and lose interest.

"LOOK. CAITLIN. SHERLOCK HOLMES IS THE BEST EVER AND CAN DO ANYTHING AND IS A LOT BETTER THAN YOUR GUY, WHO SPENDS WAY TOO MUCH TIME AROUND HORSE INNARDS."
I wonder what he thought of the recent movie, if he saw it.

It was good times in an otherwise really awful and awkward stage of my life. And in seventh grade we were put in different teachers' classes, so we didn't really ever talk again.

Projects

I've never really had lots of personal projects in my life. Or, maybe I should explain; I don't really make big projects for myself. I tend to have little goals scattered around that never seem to get quite finished, so they little my brain and worry me at night with their un-finished-ness.

This blog is one such project. I've also got letters to write to people (thank you and how are you doing), a mix CD to finish, and a thorough Spring Cleaning of my room to do. And several books to read. And maybe some form of writing that isn't in a journal. And have some form of a Christian life.

I don't know. I hate having loose ends, but in a way, I feel nervous if I don't have them. I feel like I'm not getting things done.

Basically I am sick of my neuroses.