Somedays the light fades in such a slow and disappointing way

The Highwayman is such a completely haunting poem. The story is gripping, and quickly moving. It is very Romeo and Juliet-esque. I love it. Pandora had provided a song for it. I have been listening to the "Celtic Tradition" station for the past hour while I read. I have to get 19 chapters read by Monday. I am not behind because it just got assigned today. The book is The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles and thankfully it is holding my attention, until of course the song came up. I didn't notice until it was a few verses in, but indeed...as you may have guessed The Highwayman was playing. It is still playing. It makes for a long song, the artist's name is Loreena McKinnett. The song makes me sad, but it catches the imagination.

I think that listening to it would be a good idea.

I don't feel so well. The heat in my room has been at 80 degrees for days now, and it has finally made me sick. I would rather not say anything about it to my sweet little Korean roommate, but it is affecting my health, so I am partially glad that she will be leaving soon. I do like her, but I do not like being sick, and I hate having to confront people.

I have been sitting here for 2 and a half hours, and I am wondering if they are getting irritated yet. No one has looked at me funny or even said anything to me, so that makes me feel better, but there is always a fear that someone may be talking rudely about the dumb girl who has been reading in the corner forever.

I intensely hope that I will finish this reading soon, I am 7 chapters in, so I would say that I have made some progress.

I would also like to state that I wish I could be with my niece and nephew on their birthday. That is not going to happen, and it makes me upset, but I am so happy that they are having a good day.

I also am in a ridiculous writing mood today. This whole thing has an oddly dramatic tone which I am chalking up to being sick. thank you very much, and good day.

These Tears Hit the Floor with Fury

JN 200 test that needs to be studied for. Will I get it done? Maybe? How much do I care about it? uummm.

Rousseau was a flaming imbecile. I will not agree with his lifestyle, and I will continue to find issues with his inconsistent lifestyle/views.

I am distracted, and I do not want to be. We are talking large scale, not small.

I have been pouting all day about my singleness. I take a day like this every once in a while and just really feel like crying. The whole day. I picked the wrong day, or possibly the right one? People seemed to throw it back in my face a few times, the fact that I am single (because in my world, on these days, it is all about me...not anyone else). Then I went to Discovery at the BCM tonight. It was about relationships and what to do with yourself when you are single. It was taught by a 34 year old, single woman. She has been in 14 weddings. She has never been married. I wanted to cry, but the message was meant for me to hear. It didn't sound nice. I didn't want to listen, I wanted to leave...but really I wanted to stay. I wanted to yell about people not understanding, but I am pretty sure this woman understands more than any other. She has not resigned herself to being single the rest of her life, but she is content...not very, but relatively.

I am going to wrestle with this for a while.