Clinically Insane

I think I have a disorder. Every year, without fail, during the fall semester, I develop the strong urge to quit school and go live like a nomad. Is that abnormal? Maybe a clinically proven mental illness? That'd be fantastic really. Then I'd have a doctor's note to excuse any emotional outbursts I might be having as a side effect. Haha. It's always more comforting when doctors can tell you that you are actually insane with a legitimate reason. But let's be honest, I have no legit reason. I'm just bored. Bored with life. Bored with the prospect of spending the next two years in the exact same place, watching everyone else around me get up and move on with life. Bah!

Anywho, now I'm going to relate some good old fashion book reviewing since reading is the only thing I'm allowed to spend time on anymore (aside from the indulgence in gilmore girls episodes). I never thought the day would come when I would grow weary of reading...especially fiction novels. But that day might not be far off nowadays. Here's a little list of the books I've read in just the past month...
Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones (I've actually got 50 pages left for tonight on this one)
Dances with Wolves by Michael Blake
Rag and Bone Shop by Robert Cormier
Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson
Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry by Mildred Taylor
Guinea Pig Scientists by Mel Boring
A Room with a View by E.M. Forster
Witch Hunt by Marc Aronson
Shipreck at the Bottom of the Ocean by Jennifer Armstrong
Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins
The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
Herland by Charlotte Gilman Perkins
Do you pity me yet? Because you probably should. I mean, yes I like to read, but really? And it's only going to get more intense from here on out. Not to mention I would not recommend at least half of those books to anyone...especially Robert Cormier. Only read him if you want the life sucked out of you. Really it's no small wonder that I've started to go mental. Somebody save me from the black hole of literature I'm falling into.