I went to the library yesterday and checked out twenty-one books.  I now have to read all twenty-one of those books in twenty-seven days.  I have been mulling over the fact that, a year and a half ago, I would have had no difficulty whatsoever in accomplishing that feat, but since the onset of non-homeschool (and my MacBook!), I just can't do it.  I feel massively unproductive when I'm reading.  Which is fine during the actual school year, since I'm spending so much time being productive in school, but during the summer (unless I read something "classic" like Shakespeare, or something full of trivia I might actually be able to break out in conversation later along in life) it brings on quite the melancholia, and makes me feel like a rather useless human being; which sucks, because reading is one of my favorite hobbies.  (Darn escapism.)  It's rather frustrating.  And also—with the onset of college, I'm almost certain I just won't have the TIME to spend all that time reading fiction.  I wish I had a magic six hours that were only mine, so I could do whatever I wanted to or needed to and nobody could take them up.  I could be a superhero if I wanted.  Aah.  But I don't.  I'll have to tarnish the glory of my rabid nose-in-a-book reputation.  But school's worth it, right...?  Maybe I'll become a genius and develop a multitasking brain that can do mundane escapist things and important life-improving things both at once.  
*dramatic eyebrow*