Party

I went to my first REAL college party on Saturday. I had the BEST time! I would have written about it earlier, but I was dead tired on Sunday. I can't say that I accomplished anything, but going to the grocery store where I promptly spent $100. But most of it was long term investments--razors ($18), tylenol ($8), vitamins ($10), and some stuff similar to that. Plus I had some coupons for stuff that I will need eventually, but would expire before I needed them (shampoo, for instance) so I had to buy that.

OK. The party. It was wonderful. We sat around, drank wine, smoked cigarettes, and talked about literature, art, life, and travel. Thankfully I am not the only person who does not like this state. Other people also think that it is easy to become trapped in Oklahoma. Unfortunately, I was not able to contribute much to the conversation. I have not been anywhere. I have not read the right authors (this is my judgment, not anyone else's). And I haven't seen any really good works of art in person. For the first time I felt loved and accepted by a group of people. I have read this book called The Secret Memoirs of Jackie Kennedy. Amazing! I can now relate to the part where she's in Paris and she's with a bunch of artists. It was like any movie you see with a scene where a bunch of artists meet up.

I have actually rededicated myself to the desire to be a Bohemian after this party. Silly, isn't it?

I wish every night could be a party starting at 10, then I would go to class and sleep all afternoon. That would be perfect.

In other news, today I went to talk to my advisor about enrollment. Unfortunately, as I delve deeper into my English major, the classes start later and later. I'm one of those people who doesn't do well in the afternoons. I'm a morning person. Anyway, I'm taking this 19th century American Lit class. I'm so freaking excited! Many of the required text are ones I've already read or they're on my reading list.

I'm having a difficult time reading something. I want to read about a million books right now, but none of them are keeping my interest. I want to read all of The Once and Future King. I also want to read The Last of the Mohicans, Leaves of Grass, and Eat, Pray, Love (which I can't start until Thursday because my mom only just bought it for me). I'm perusing Once and Future King. I read the first book of it at the end of my junior year of high school. We had 2 weeks to read the entire 639 page book, on top of studying for our other finals. Yeah right!

Ugh! I know I ought to work on the 3 page critique I have to write for Wednesday. (Read 3 articles and then decide who I feel sorrier for in understanding the opposite sex) The problem is, I feel sorry for both sexes. I feel bad for ladies because guys aren't always very expressive and seem very secretive. Plus, every book written on understanding guys is contradictory to the last. But I feel sorry for guys because ladies are just plain nuts. Every blog I've read has at least one post wherein the writer says she flew the handle and has no idea why. I do it all the time myself, so don't worry.

Just got an email back from a professor whose class I'm contracting. (I'm supposed to take 2 honors classes a semester and if I don't, I have to do an extra project of some sort to remain active) I get to write my 5 page paper comparing Shakespeare's sonnets to the writings of my favorite poet--John Donne.

Oh! Anyone who has a blogger.com account, how do I get my profile picture to work? The instructions seem to be Lori-proof. I upload the picture into a draft and then go to put the link in the profile place on the Edit Profile menu, but it always comes up with some sort of error. So, I don't know if I'm copying and pasting the right section. HELP!!! Honestly, I'd much rather get 10 emails explaining it to me, so assume I don't have it figured out until I announce it on my blog.