Intellectually Starved

Believe it or not, I used to be pretty well read. Maybe not in the traditional "what's going on in the world" sense, but in the pop culture scene and around my neighborhood at least. I was all up on the latest trilogy trends, knew about the fun street fairs and happenings around Boston, and could at least hold my own in a conversation about current events. 

I used to read Boston.com every day. If Obama and his cabinet aren't being kept up to date on breaking news via Boston.com, I'm flabbergasted; that's one reliable and unbiased source of information. The Love Letters column in particular was a favorite read of mine.

The government shutdown? I couldn't begin to tell you what that means, other than the fact that everyone's pissed at the folks in DC. Clearly all my Facebook friends are politically brilliant and could solve the problem on their own; if I could just find the time to pore through all their statuses, I'd probably kill myself be a genius in no time. 

I used to read books. Quality books. Now I'm relegated to trash like Hissy Fit. Tell me this synopsis doesn't reach right out and grab you:

The night before her wedding, in the middle of the rehearsal dinner, interior decorator Keeley Murdock finds her fiance and her maid of honor in a compromising position. Keeley throws the hissy fit to end all hissy fits and storms out

Now she has to deal not only with a broken engagement but also with "financial blacklist" in a town financially obligated to her ex's family. Rescue comes in the form of the new owner to a local bra plant, who hires Keeley to redo the antebellum mansion he's bought.

Intrigued? Not even a little. I read it b/c I knew it'd be a light read, perfect for my commute to and from class when my brain is on information overload. I didn't think it would take me nearly three weeks to get through b/c I'd have to talk myself into reading it. The hastily thrown together subplot about her missing mom was really the icing on the cake. Spoiler: nobody cares. If you're looking for a fun, easy read, please look elsewhere. 

It's my own fault, really. When I have downtime, the last thing I want to do is turn to CNN or log into Boston.com. It doesn't help matters that compared to the kids in my class, I'm practically Einstein. I overheard a kid talk about his experience w/ Jager last week, and he actually pronounced the "J." Besides causing me to literally LOL, it made me feel pretty good about myself. At least I'm well versed on the important things in life.