Before I say anything, let me just preface this post with the fact that I spent $94 dollars on books yesterday and no matter how hard I try I cannot force myself to feel guilty about it. Let’s look at some nice pictures of them.

Habibi by Craig Thompson. This is one that I’ve had my little eye on for a very long while because everything that Craig Thompson does is perfect in every way and if you don’t agree I will never forgive you and will hate you forever.

Big Questions by Anders Nilsen. This was an unexpected purchase. While searching for Habibi, my hands fell upon this book and as soon as I picked it up I knew that I could not leave the store without it (mostly because it had started to melt and bind with the skin of my palms; at the very least I would have to buy it, have a certified professional remove it, and later try to wheedle a refund from the cashier drone at a later date). It is honestly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in a book store. Also, this is the first time I’ver ever willingly spent more than forty dollars on a book. I’m home sick and I plan on finishing it today. I feel like this is a very dangerous slippery slope.

Apparently everything Edgar Allen Poe has every written is worth approximately eight dollars. Four dollars less than, say, a Gossip Girl novel. Everything Edgar Allen Poe has ever written is worth less than one Gossip Girl. Why.

House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski. I actually did not buy this during last night’s excursion, but it’s been on my list for an obscene amount of time and I plan on knocking it out very, very soon.

Also, I received a letter telling me that I’ve been accepted into Chapman University’s Film Program with a Very Lucrative Scholarship and that, yes, I will, indeed, be permitted to make some College next year.

Also, when you click the link to Chapman’s homepage and wait long enough, you will encounter a picture of a scary brown student with a smile that will stay with you a very long time.