Yay?

Well... I think I'm pretty sure of why I'm drawn to being an English major now. This paper is so much less painful. I see no reason why a paper on "the relation of image and text" should ever be easier than a no-nonsense paper on the circulatory system. My only justification is that I'm screwed up in exactly the way that would make me an English major type. I just spent a lot of time ignoring/denying this.

Oh, and I can get away with writing this particular paper on dreams. True, it's one of Coleridge's opium dreams, but I can at least use most of the same words in writing about it. And if there's one thing I've thought an unnecessary amount about, it's dreams.

I was going to pretty much ignore the fact that today's Valentine's Day, like I usually do (and plan to continue to do, because between the obnoxious couples, loudly bitter people, and media assault, it's rather... loud. And therefore best ignored). But my mom sent me a bunch of candy, and now in order to offer it to pepole, I have to acknowledge what it's for. Unless my mom was sending me presents for Frederick Douglass' birthday. Even though it may not have been his real birthday, it's when he celebrated it. So, happy birthday, Mr. Douglass. Oh, and it's apparently also Thomas Malthus' birthday. See, I'd totally avoid acknowledging him, since he's partially to blame for the evil that is Econ, but if it weren't for him, Darwin's theory of evolution probably wouldn't have worked in quite the same way, either, and it would've taken us longer to get around to it, and someone else would be weilding the chainsaw of natural selection. To balance out those two um... it's also Rob Thomas' birthday?

And Happy Valentine's Day, everyone else. Want some jelly beans? I have a ton now.