Isn't it absolutely fabulous and sodden outside? It is. This is because it rained a lot last night and I stayed awake staring at my window with rapt attention being paid to the patterns of lightning invading my window.

I'm currently endeavoring to write a research paper on the Scribbling Women ( a group of obscure 19th century female authors). It's due Monday and right now I have about two pages of opinionated bullshit, dappled with one extraordinary fact. Yes, I have the blues. Summer is so tangible in its many manifestations that I'm in incessantly finding indolence laudable and naps essential. So here I am, mesmerized with the strokes of honeysuckle, outside in my yard reading before wasting an hour sleeping with my lovely little cat soft by my face. It is a good life for dreaming, but not for the practicality that the bedlam world demands through a series of confining requirements that are many times inane and worthless when the time wasted should be contributing to enlightening my mind and beautifying my soul.

In other words.... I'M SICK OF SCHOOL! If we delve deeper into this statement, we will consider that school connotes into "learning" which brings about phrases that tap on such issue as a "better future." BUT, this is not the absolute truth. School is not essential. Human discussion and collective enlightenment (along with a good amount of solitary study) is imperative. School often falls into a routine of busywork. And, really and truly, I'd much rather be in the sunshine smelling the seasons and furthering my incoming of knowledge on my level at my pace then sitting in a classroom reading a play aloud, when I could easily be doing the reading at home. I love my Shakespeare class, but that's all we do - read. Every day is "blah blah blah blah blah." Now, I must admit that I do take delight in acting out various Shakespearean scenes, but I would probably have just as much fun being an idiot at home. I've tired homeschooling, but it's dreadfully lonely at times and there's not a lot of room for growth in opinions, because there is no one to test them with. I think we should all have group school where we hang around in the woods and contemplate and share ourselves. Hmmm... that doesn't exactly sound plausible, in fact, it sounds like some sort of sylvan cult. Haha. Speaking of woods and whatnot. Brendan and I want to start a nude colony. Wouldn't that be fun? No, I don't really think it would.

I went out with Jamie last night and we had this car conversation about men and superiors in a relationship and all this good stuff, and plus we saw star wars and had coffee, so I was super psyched about life. I wrote an enormity of gibberish consisting of vague theories.. so please.. partake in the insanity and read...