I'm still alive... barely

an over-dramatic title? maybe. but after yesterday, I certainly felt like it was over... or least, I wanted it to be over. Academically speaking, this semester has been depressing. I have learned a lot from my classes, but I have sneaking suspicion that my grades (at least in some of my classes) will not reflect that. Ironically, the two classes I have had the most trouble with this semester are my English classes. I began to wonder why I am an English major.
but I digress.
right now, I am enjoying a cup of Chai Spice Black Tea. Oh-so-enjoyable. If it were rain, I would say it's puddle-wonderful.

I'd like to begin writing a novel this summer. I have a protagonist and a setting, but the rest is still up in the air. Luckily, I have been endowed with a remarkably well-preserved 1930's typewriter (thanks Chris) to help me on my way to literary greatness.

Speaking of which, I'm off to read "L'etranger" by Albert Camus, so I'll leave you with a quote from the book:
Mersault, who will soon be excuted for killing a man, has just finished getting angry with a priest who cannot understand his indifference towards life:

"I... felt ready to start life all over again. Itwas as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still."