come on skinny love

I'm no good at finishing things.
But I'm great at starting them. Unless we're talking books - that is when i get serious. Is there a career for one who would be content sitting outside in rain and sun and just reading for hours? followed by a discussion with one or two other people on the values and ethos of said literature?
i would like that. i might even be good at it.
But i'm afraid this is the story of a lot of people, and thus it would never be a real career. but i feel like people get paid to sit and do math problems all day. and somewhere out there are people who enjoy THAT too. I have no idea who these people are. They are none of my friends. maybe I should seek out and spend time with more math/science loving people (wherever they reside) and it would rub off on me - or at the very least make me feel more the anomaly and less the Just-Another-Blonde-Girl-Who-Does-Everything-Kind-Of-Good-But-Nothing-Great.
ah I'm categorizing and pity-partying all at the same time. my multi tasking amazes me. and my humility too.

Well anyways I did finally finish For Whom The Bell Tolls this week. Michael Rohm would be proud. (if he wasn't too busy being an african wild man) That book and I had a good long run but i'm glad its over now. Of all his works this was the hardest on my soul. Something in the long drawn out account of the dusty war (internal and external) was always a little too grueling and masculine and hopeless and hopelessly sentimental. ah but those emotions have a time and place too, i dont get to exclude them just because they are not my favorite.

I made it. My first blog post. not too serious, not too important, but i'm glad it is taken care of all the same. and with bon iver as a background can one ever feel completely uninspired?
Now onto the finishing i have to complete in order to count this week among the past.
goodnight internety.