Blahbitty blah...

In some bizarre fit of nostalgia or something I bought myself this:



which was easily one of my favorite books ever as a kid. I always thought Claudia was pretty badass, what with her crazy-awesome planning capabilities and her running away from home and all (fight that suburban power, Claud!). So anyways, I bought it and read it today in one sitting and loved it just as much as I did when I was ten-years-old and was totally empathizing with her plight.

In other news, school starting next week makes my stomach hurt (or that might just be the muffins and cookies I have been gorging on...I've been so bored I've turned to baking! But I ran into a recipe for mocha chip muffins the other day and I had to try it. Oy. This is my life. I watched Oprah earlier, too. But it was really good. It might just have brought a tear or two to my eye. But then, so do Lifetime movies and that commercial about how you should love and adopt shelter dogs. Oh god...I am softening in my old age. Also, this is like the longest parenthetical side-note ever. Wat up with that, yo?).

Wow. Okay. ANYWAY. I'm just not ready for school again. Last year wore me out. I have not recovered yet!

Also, I didn't really achieve all of my desired summer goals. I was supposed to get a hobby. Which I didn't. Unless you consider making copious amounts of baked goods one. Well, actually, I have begun something new. I have started to journal. Ha. I've "started journalling" about 30 times in my life and have failed miserably every single time. However, this time is a bit different. I have things to say and ideas to scratch out and I think it might just be the solution to the maelstrom that exists in that big skull-cavity of mine where there probably ought to be a functioning brain. I find that writing is the only thing that works. And I have tried things...oh, believe me I have tried, but there isn't really a peace in anything like the one that emerges when fully-submerged in language. No no no there is not.

My other goal was to get off coffee. ... ... ... Yeah. I got nothing. Let's just say that my conviction for that one was never particularly strong to begin with, so I don't feel too bad.

I think my only other summer goal was to read a lot, which I did and did with vigor! Soooo many great books so many words so much goodness aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!

I meant to say Big Important Things in this post, but I think the journalling sucked all the Big Important Things out of me. Oh, dear. That bastard. We'll have to find some sort of balance in the future, I suppose.

Right...so, this has been profound. Clearly. Ha. I guess I just needed to alert the world of my encounter with my childhood via E.L. Konigsburg, and to say just how much I am not looking forward to the suckage of having to write papers again. Especially because I saved all the classes I don't want to take for last. AGH. American literature and those horrible linguistics classes that are all about social issues. Bah. I don't care about gender issues in language or whatever reader-full of feminist journal articles I'll inevitably get stuck muddling through. It's like the soft option of linguistics, you know, the sociology major that couldn't cut it in all the theoretical bits (sorry, sociologists, but I think you are the only ones lower on the totem pole than English majors, and I must protect my own kind). Bah!

Okay, now this is just getting ridiculous. I will also be spending the quarter reading Chaucer in Middle English. Which is probably the most ridiculous of all the things but the one which I am looking forward to the most.

Alright. Maybe next time I'll be back actually with something to say rather than ridiculous ramblings about my ridiculously dull life. Oh, the ridicule. Oh, the ridding of the culous. Oh, this life. Oh...