December 01, 2010

I'm supposed to be doing homework right now but I'm not.

Instead, I'm enjoying some guilty pleasures: reading blogs and watching The Biggest Loser.  I think I deserve it because today has been long and hard so my homework will have to wait till tomorrow.  For one thing, I'm sick and my knee still hurts from the half marathon so I haven't been able to workout as much as I would like.  Another thing that made today so unpleasant is the weather, it was FREEZING!  I really don't know how I'm going to make it though the winter this year.  So today at work when a girl came in with a bag that had "Scotland" written all over it, I just had this all consuming desire in me to go... but you know what? 
 I can't. 
Sadly, Mr. Burns isn't willing to pay enough for me to spend a weekend in Scotland.  Maybe one day I won't need to depend on a "Mr. Burns" but the way things are playing out in my life, it doesn't seem likely... but a girl can dream right?

In other news....
oh wait.
I have no news.
But I do want to share this little bit of wisdom that I recently read in the book "Villette," which is one of the best books I've ever read.  Actually... make that two bits of wisdom.
1)
"A strong, vague persuasion, that it was better to go forward than backward, and that I could go forward-- that a way, however narrow and difficult, would in time open, predominated over other feelings."
2)
"Reason still whispered me, laying on my shoulder a withered hand, and frostily touching my ear with the chill blue lips of eld... I groaned under her bitter sternness.  Never-- never-- oh, hard word! This hag, this Reason, would not let me look up, or smile, or hope: she could not rest unless I were altogether crushed, cowed, broken-in, and broken-down.  According to her, I was born only to work for a piece of bread, to await the pains of death, and steadily through all life to despond.  Reason might be right; yet no wonder we are glad at times to defy her, to rush from under her rod and give a truant hour to Imagination-- her soft, bright foe, our sweet Help, our divine Hope."

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