Some Randomness

Hey readers!

Guess what? I'm not going to write about Russell Crowe this time! Not because I don't want to, mind you, but because those select few of you who are reading this must be getting annoyed at my repetitiveness. :-)

Oh, but I did just see part of A Beautiful Mind (disturbing thought!). It was horrible and beautiful all at the same time. I especially loved John Nash's interactions with the little girl -- that was so precious, even if she was just in his imagination. Gosh, RC is talented!

Ah! But I promised, didn't I? Alas...

So here I am. What shall I say? For one thing, I am fed up with reading classic literature right now. I've had it. Enough already! I have a heavy load of literature classes this semester, and while I adore reading above all other activities -- really! Everyone does have his or her limits. After Huckleberry Finn, The Death of Ivan Ilych, Daisy Miller, Song of Myself, Rip Van Winkle, and many more, I am almost ready to shriek at the thought of more "classic" stories. (OK, OK, technically Song of Myself isn't a story, but come on, folks-- it's definitely not poetry either, as the powers that be claim it is. No rhyme + no meter = not poetry. Or maybe I don't understand what poetry really is. Am I getting it right, Maria, or am I missing the point? You are my poetry aficionado, so leave me a note and let me know! LOL!)

It's a good thing I have nearby public libraries, that's all I can say. If it weren't for Patrick O'Brian, bless his creative soul, I would be insane right now. Or perhaps I'm thinking about insanity overmuch right now, after seeing A Beautiful Mind...not that schizophrenics are necessarily insane. And after all, as RC said once, "A little insanity is good for clarity, don't you think?"

Oh yes, my promise. Sorry. Anyway, I'm very thankful for the Aubrey/Maturin saga. It's helping me retain sanity, on which my hold is always very tenuous. ;-) And if I read O'Brian while exercising, it helps the time pass so much more swiftly!

That's all for now! More reading to do, then sleep (yay!).