Hmm . . .

Well, I love this new template except for the spots. So it might change, but it might not. I think I'll have to change my font size now, though . . .

I really should know better than to stay up late reading, but I couldn't resist last night. So now I'm exhausted, have a headache, and feel sick. But hey, at least I'm 100 pages further into 'Anne of Ingleside'! You gotta take the good with the bad.

When I go back to the apartment today, I think I'll finish reading, then do Russian homework, then cook myself a quesadilla (I make awesome quesadillas), then write more of my story. That is, if I don't fall asleep first.

And tomorrow I will walk to the library as usual, to return a few of the books I borrowed on Saturday. I think I'm returning 'The Brothers Karamazov' (I finished it at last, yay!), 'Mutiny on the Bounty' (I'll post a review and some quotes later), 'Pagan's Crusade' (a rather interesting medieval fiction, nothing special), and hopefully I'll have finished 'Anne of Ingleside' by then, and so then can return it.

I was walking from one of my classes yesterday, and there's this enormous tree that I always see--really huge, very green, very majestic and beautiful. It looks like a marvelous climbing tree, very wild. I see it every day, and always admire it, but yesterday was special I guess and for some reason the following dialogue called to me as I watched this tree. I'm not sure why.


"Now suppose I were to climb to the very top, and then--the very highest branch, you see, where all the leaves are like gold fringe against the sky? There, where the green is alive--If I were to then leap from my windy perch, leap into the sky, what would happen?"

"I would catch you," he said.

She smiled--a wild smile, a secret smile.

"You? No, you would not be swift enough. The west wind would seize me and bear me away, and I would fly away, dance with the wind . . . and I would never come back . . ."


I have crazy people living inside my head, I guess, wanting to jump off treetops. *sigh* You know, I wrote the beginning of a story three years ago all about climbing trees, and it had a lovely passage in it describing climbing a tree--I do miss tree-climbing, have you guessed?--, but I don't remember where I put it. It's on my computer somewhere. I'll find it and post it sometime, since I really liked it, and I'm never going to finish the story now. I lost my interest in it--don't you hate it when that happens?

. . . And this is officially my most unnecessary/least intersting post ever. Basically, I'm thinking out loud. And making you poor people listen. I'm sorry. I get rather random when I'm this sleepy.

Oh, wait, I'll give you some good news: I got A's on all my midterm exams! *happy dance* I found out yesterday. So now I can at least say that this post isn't completely worthless. It gave you some important tidings.