Deep Philosophy...

So, yesterday, deep thoughts were twinkling through my mind as I lay soaking in the bathtub, aromatic fumes encircling me.  I sunk a bit deeper into my mermaid pool, and added a bit more hot water, using my toe to turn the nozzle.  My thoughts gradually turned from all the different ways I shall eat Nutella come Sunday, to more weighty thoughts, like the role of women in modern society. 

"Why," I mused, "can women just not be cats?"  I mean, face it, we pretty much have the personality--happy one minute, and clawing angrily the next at some unfortunate soul.  (By the way, this is meant to be tongue-in-cheek and amusing, not offensive...) 

Pleased with my mental prowess, I applied myself once more to this new philosophy of woman.  Women, I asserted to myself, should be cats because the fatter they are, the cuter.  This would address the issue of anorexia and whatnot caused by the body image society is projecting on the female race. 

Secondly, once you choose a nice man to be your personal slave, he will pet you, but only as long as you desire, since he will have a healthy fear of the claws.  And we will be so cute, that the men will feed us more and oodle with delight over our cute, fat, fluffy selves. 

Oh yes, the fluffy part... Ladies, throw out those razors!  Fluffy is fabulous.  It's gonna be No Shave November all year long! 

Furthermore, we will have tails, and tails are awesome, period. 

Also, every winter, when it gets too cold and there are less sun beams to nap in, all the women can take a trip to Egypt and spend two weeks basking in a temple, revisiting the old glory days when cats were worshiped. 

And lastly, best of all, we will get to nap aaaall day.  When we aren't napping, we can eat, and can gaze upon our luxurious tails.

 A half hour later, I roused from my reverie, realizing that my bath should probably really, truly cease now.  But only because it was dinner time.  After that, I took a nap.  ;)

Books and Whatnot

Hello there!  Sorry about the long silence, its been a busy semester so far.  As an English major, I'm taking three literature classes right now, along with an apologetics course, and a modern philosophy class.  There's a lot of required reading to keep up with, but so far I've really been loving all the books.  In my American novel class we have read Last of the Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper, and The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne.  Last of the Mohicans was kind of a drag, and all along I was really hoping Alice would die soon, but alas, in the end, she was basically the only one left alive.  I had read The Scarlet Letter once before in high school, and was a little unimpressed by it at the time.  But coming back to it, especially after the boring Mohicans, I realized the wealth this little novel has to offer.  Suddenly, I was so captivated by the intricacies of symbolism which Hawthorne weaves throughout this tale, making it almost like a poem in prose form.  After spring break, we will continue onward through American literary history with Huckleberry Finn by the inimitable Mark Twain. 

For my Restoration & 18th Century British Literature class, I am reading a book called Evelina by Frances Burney, which, so it turns out, was a favorite in the Austen household.  I can certainly see the influence it had on shaping the literary genius in Miss Jane Austen.  Just like in Emma, there is a painfully awkward profession of love in a carriage.  Evelina such a wonderfully witty book, quite the hidden gem, I think.  It is almost too fun to be a school book.  :)

Anyways, that's it for now.  Cheers!