Heaven...I'm in heaven...and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak....

If you can't tell, I'm listening to Fred Astaire right now. This has to be a quick blog because I promised myself I would go to bed at midnight. It's sad, but these days if I even get to bed by 1 on a weeknight, I think I'm going to bed early.

Oh, dear. I had something to blog about and now I've completely forgotten it. Is this what old age is like? I think it's just the Fred Astaire music that is jumbling my thoughts.

Well, that's too bad, because I'm pretty sure that it was scintillating. It probably would have left your mind in a state of awe and wonder for days. As it is, let me make you feel intelligent by relating something I actually heard a college student say: "I didn't even went to English today." No kidding.

My life is spent too much at the library and the monotony of it all may affect my hair color if something doesn't happen. Fortunately, my favorite English BA is coming to Waco next weekend! Hurray! And, after about Wednesday I should be done with all major exams and papers, at least for a little bit, so except for the usual Philosophy response paper and a few hours' worth of Latin and Greek, I should have a fairly free weekend, which means, Swing dancing and Wild West on Thursday, H's party on Friday, (after Crane Scholar's) homecoming stuff on Saturday (including the game! I'm actually starting to enjoy football), making food for Amanda and having good talks again, and who knows? I may get crazy and actually go to church on Sunday! I'm so looking forward to having a life again - if only for a few days.

Oh, by the way, I did not get the scholarship I applied for - somebody doesn't love me - but I did find out that last spring I got high honors on my national Greek exam - 2nd highest score at Baylor! and I am now in Eta Sigma Phi, the Classics Honor's Society.

Valete et kai chairete! (Excuse the sloppy transliteration)

P.S. Amanda, what do you want to eat while you're here?

When I grow too old to dream, I'll have you to remember....

Sometimes you love someone and then they change without warning you. You fall in love with someone and you think that you will love them forever, unconditionally. But when you think that you never dream that they will actually change.

People ought to change. Growing mature and independent is a good thing and when you love someone, you think that's what you want to happen to them. Then it does.

I loved someone very much once and recently I saw him again. He's wonderful now. He's grown into an amazing person and I still love him. But he's not at all who he used to be, and when I remember the person I used to love and the person I love now, it's hard for me to realize that they are the same person, only at different points in time. I feel as though I love two people: who he was and who he is.

Henry grew up really fast in the two months since I last saw him, and it's shocking me. Ha ha! Gotcha, didn't I?

Out of an Orange-Colored Sky

I wish I had more originality and did not have to depend on lines from songs to use as titles, but that's all I've got, so that's all you get.

I'm up to my arched eyebrows in paperwork for studying abroad next semester and very afraid that I won't make all my deadlines. :-( I'm waiting for letters of recommendation, transcripts and tomorrow I managed to get two advising appointments. A lot of the people who read this know exactly what I'm going through. Send me happy thoughts.

The game on Saturday was absolutely depressing, but it was funny to watch football with Lulu. While the rest of us are just screaming triumphantly or groaning indignantly, Lulu lost her voice during the 1st quarter shouting very specific instructions at the players as to how they should be playing the game. It was really amusing. She thinks we should all try to join the team next year, as we may be an improvement on the current players. I'm thinking of trying for quarterback since I won all the arm-wrestling matches. What do you think?

I miss a lot of people. But I get to go home Thursday for fall break, so at least I'll get to see my parents and Henry and Duke and Matthew. Whenever we say his name, he thinks we're saying "Matt-you" so he always responds "Matt-me!" He's so instinctively grammatical, he's definitely going to be a Classics major when he grows up. He likes to talk on the phone with me, and last time he told me that he had drawn a picture of a duck in his room, and another duck, and another duck. Yellow is his favorite color. The time before that he said that the "neow," which is his word for Henry, had scratched him.

I like cute people.