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I'm sitting out on my back porch writing this, the weather is perfect, the sun has just sunk below the mountains and Mrs. Norris (the homeless cat) is really trying her best to get scratched behind the ears. This weekend has been great, my family went to Lagoon on Friday and yesterday I went to MIB3 with Hayley, Spencer, and some of Spencer's friends. It was a lot of fun!

Sundays aren't my favorite though because they mean that tomorrow is Monday and so they always get me contemplating my life and how I don't know what I want to do with it, it's really frustrating.  Actually, when I come to think of it, it's not really the "what" that's the problem it's the "how".  I'll tell you what I'd like to do, I'd like to travel around from one place to the next doing random things like learning to surf or seeing what it's like to live on a farm or in a chalet up in the Swiss Alps.  That's what I'd like to do, but it's not really that realistic (unless you're related to J.K. Rowling or Mitt Romney or some other rich person). But yeah, If any of you have any good ideas on how to make this possible please feel free to shoot them my way!  Until then I'll be doing the very important job of entering insurance policies into the computer for eight hours a day.


So anyways... I'm finally reading To Kill a Mocking Bird and obviously I love it. Can I share a quote from it with you?  It's Atticus explaining why he made Jem and Scout go read to Mrs. Dubose just before she died even though she didn't have a single nice thing to say about Atticus.  It says:


"A lady?" Jem raised his head.  His face was scarlet.  "After all those things she said about you, a lady?"


"She was. She had her own views about things, a lot different form mine, maybe... son, I told her that if you hadn't lost your head I'd have made you go read to her.  I wanted you to see something about her-- I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand.  It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what.  You rarely win, but sometimes you do.  Mrs. Dubose won, all ninety-eight pounds of her.  According to her views, she died beholden to nothing and nobody.  She was the bravest person I ever knew."
   
I love that... Atticus is great, if I ever met a guy like Atticus I would have no problem marrying him (and it wouldn't hurt if he looked like Gregory Peck either :)