Sleepless Babbling

I've noticed it's much easier to write blog entries when it's the absolute last thing I should be doing. Like now, for instance. I'm sitting in the middle of my Fundamental Interpretation of Literature (how's that for a pretentious title?) class, nodding my head when my professor looks at me, and typing away at my blog.

We're studying critical theory, which most people hate, but I think I'm really beginning to like it. Must I be a freak even among a major full of slightly insane people? Really, though, I love being an English major. (Insert here a a comment about how cool I feel for being able to type this sentence and keep eye contact with my teacher-score?)

Last night, my dad was trying to explain why I should write a few missionaries I barely know. I feel as if I didn't get enough time to explain why that is a horrible idea, so I think I'll talk about it now.(Insert here that there was about a five minute gap of time wherein I paid rapt attention because Teach was talking about Harry Potter.) He [Dad] says it's not weird to write people you barely know, they'll appreciate letters no matter who they're from. I counter: I am sooooo not that person. I've been trying to figure out what to write Josh for, like, two weeks now, and he's one of my good friends! Second, he said, I'm a great writer (implying I could make said missionaries like me through drabble like this). Even if I had the conceited audacity to agree with that statement, I'm afraid my writing doesn't translate well to real life. For every point above average I go with my writing, I drop a point in practical social skills.That in mind, anything I write is almost a lie misrepresenting my personality. If I could speak this clearly in real life, I'd have a lot more friends.(Insert here my observation of how ADORABLE Teach's dress is.)

"There's no such thing as looking at the world non-theoretically." I really think this class is the point where English and Psychology majors can both learn something. Really, writers are psychologists who learn their information a different way. We have to study the world, identify a theme or motif that holds particular meaning to us, and write it in a way that readers will identify with the bigger picture and thereby share our theories. (Insert here that I'm so tired I can't even function. Which I'm assuming you don't know, but maybe you do because everything I'm writing makes a lot of sense to my half-asleep brain.)

My job would be a lot easier if I could just write like this. I'm probably almost to my usual word count and it's only been 20 minutes (15 if you count the break for Harry Potter). Even still, my job is pretty sweet. I'm learning so much about the land of Internet marketing, it's like another class. Except I get paid. Yay!

I've been working for a few years now on my permanent anklet (conveniently placed scars that go almost the whole way around both of my ankles), and I don't know why I just wrote about that, except for the fact that I'm wearing capris, and I think it's cool, and class is boring, and I'm trying to stay awake.

Though this would be legit.

That being said, I should probably stop it before I start talking about the poster for a study abroad to India that's by my head right now and how I really have no desire to go to India, or, if I'm being honest, anywhere that doesn't speak English or Spanish. Mostly just English. Not that I don't think Hindu is cool, I just have no drive to become a linguist, at least not in this life.

And now that I stop a second, I realize I just did talk about what was supposed to be a random example of things I didn't want to talk about. I'm going to be done now. And hopefully not sleep through the rest of my class. (Insert here that the girl next to me just said she is a psychology major. Amirite or amirite?) Bye!

As Ever,
Mandi