What do I want for My Birthday?

 Thursday, September, 22nd is my 24th birthday. What can I say? I mean after the fifteenth birthday I sorta stopped caring as to what I got for my birthday. I mean the only real pleasure anymore that I get is either from family or maybe a movie or a good book. I don't care for getting an X-Station or a Play-box 360, but I do care for some of the more refined things. This weekend I am hoping to go to Barnes and Noble to search for something special that will again get my writing synapses working. Whenever I read Thompson I cannot help but think writing ideas. In my current English class this week I was actually asked to read some of the works from Poe. I have read him before but I really felt that I didn't have a worthy feel for him. Well this week when I read him I did. I felt the pain this man burdened himself with. I felt every tear he shed and every agonizing scream he bellowed. I am either horrible depressed or finally getting to the point in my life that shows me that reading is just as if not more fun than watching a movie. I felt something for Poe. I  mean some people think this guy was nuts, but he wasn't entirely nuts. He was more mad with sadness. He lost his entire family almost and tried anyway he could to force those memories out of his head. The only way he knew how was he poured word after word onto paper and through his emotional stories and poems was he able to regain a somewhat tighter grip on the reality he lived in. I hope to get that too for my birthday. I want to get a tighter grip on reality.