Today is the only day ever, in all of the year, that I feel bad about being Scottish rather than Irish. To remedy that, in my small way, I intend on drinking beer while wearing green pajama pants (fuck spring break. No, I haven't gone to Cancun, I've lounged around and worked on Goddard stuff. Goddard starts with G which green also starts with. Coincidence? I think... probably.) Really, right now, there is so much I should be doing. All I feel like doing is listening to music, and I haven't listened to any of my CDs in such a long time (curse of the iPod.) I'm blessed though, so blessed it's fucking beautiful. But, I had this dream where I couldn't run fast enough and someone had to pull me along while they were running. I'm starting to think that something's ganging up on me, and I have the feeling that the theme that I heard this morning was just from my head. But, today is a good day. Now I have to do stuff. Fuck spring break. I would have had an excuse to be lazy if spring break did not exist today! Damn it all to hell!
Now, if you can explain the reason I posted this, I'll give you a gold star. Considering as I have no idea, it's really up to the best interpretation. (You're a sell-out, you use a cellphone. I'm very disappointed in you.)
As it is the 51st day of the year, I have completed 15 books (three of which Francesca Lia Block while the rest have been purely Shakespeare) and already gotten through one of six speeches for my speaking class. I have been writing more since the demise of the writing group in October which left me without any deadlines to attend to for my artistry (if you choose to call it that.) Last night, while dreaming, I wrote a poetic form which I have been meaning to write for sometime now. It was horrible. I'm glad I slept through it. However, I hope to re-write it while lucid (yes, lucid) and wide-eyed. Not tonight.
My hair has become wavy and that is really, really quite odd as my hair has never been wavy. It has, in the past, been longer so it might be the four inches less of weight has given it bounce. Recently, my mother has joined an artistic community via yahoo groups consisting mostly of unschoolers. Yesterday someone mentioned having a retreat, and my mother theorized that it might be held in North Carolina. That is, if it ever happens. Cool, right? Especially with all of the "Experience North Carolina" ads they've been running up here in the past week. Oh well.
What I want to do today is finish up Henry V (which, I feel as though I didn't need to read as I saw it live), do several algebra lessons (to prepare for bullshit), and start another book. I found Dante's, The Divine Comedy in our bookshelf today which leads me to believe that there might be some other books which I've been meaning to read in the house. However, that can wait until I finish Shakespeare. (My public speaking teacher thought I was an English major. Then he told me to pursue theatre. Everyone tells me both of these things: it's odd.) I am happy. I hope you are.