invisible

I think I've found that lost Christmas spirit now. I say "think" because I'm not completely sure. I look around and I see the Advent candlesticks (that sounds so wrong) in the windows and my completed Christmastree. It's very nice - the dim lights are incredibly relaxing - but my walls are bare. I suppose that one is orange does make it a little less sad, but that doesn't change the fact that they're completely naked. You know what the worst part here is? I bought some stuff to put up last year, but I still haven't gotten around to it. Jeez...

Do you remember when I told you about how amazing it is to find a book you can just disappear into? Time stops mattering and whenever you don't read, you find yourself constantly wondering when you can continue the reading? I always read something. If my friends got asked what my addiction is they would say World of Warcraft without a doubt, but they'd all be wrong. The only thing I'm truly addicted to at the moment are books. It's a 25-year old lovestory. (Fine, 21 years.) If I don't have anything at home to read - or more correctly, if I feel that I don't have anything to read I become incredibly restless. I'm sort of there now so I'm re-reading the Twilight-saga. They're not the best books I've ever read, nor are they the most well-written - I've found plenty of mistakes to get annoyed (of course - all I need is one) - but the story is so... alive. It's so captivating and it really is possible to disappear entirely into that world. Some day I hope someone will say the same about me.