My Reading Troubles

Hello there--
I've been trying to find a good book to get into lately, but since I'm busy working and taking classes, and battling the woes of a semi-long distance relationship, I have no time to read anything anymore. Sad, I know, especially since there are so many good books out there in the world for me to try out and explore. BUT, nonetheless, I can't really find anything, anything at all, that keeps me interested past the first three chapters. It kinda makes me angry, but I guess life makes us all angry at some point. I just feel kind of pathetic that boring, horribly written books make me angry rather than normal things. On the bright side, I'm revisiting some old music that I forgot I had on my Ipod. Seems like when you forget about good music and come back to it later, it gets even better than the first time you ever heard it. I love that about music; it makes things feel magical and surreal when really there's nothing there but sounds and noises. I guess those sounds and noises translate into something more natural, more human, than anything else in the world. It feels like home. Summer is a good time to listen to music that feels like home. I don't about any of you, but home is hard to find when you're away from everything you know and are used to, when you're away from friends and everyday routines, when you're away from your boyfriend who lives less than 2 miles away from you. Home is rare in the summer. So,I encourage you to find home in the small things in life. For me it's music and poetry. It used to be books. Things change with time. Time changes with more time. I think I just confused myself, but you get my drift. I should be finishing my summer reading, but I'd rather be surfing the net for clothes I can't afford and reblogging a bunch of stupid pictures on Tumblr. Have a nice homeless summmer.
Peace,
M