It's been forever, I know.

Yes, I realize it's been a long time since I've updated, but obviously I've been home with most of the people that are reading this, so I didn't think I needed to update the people on things that they were there to witness. That probably doesn't make any sense, but whatever.

Anywhos, I'm currently avoiding French homework. I have quite a bit more than normal, and I'm not understanding anything that I'm supposed to do. So instead of trying to figure it out, I'm on here. Writing about how I don't understanding anything. Yeah. Bleh.

So...first week of classes back at Cottey. My mind is already back in break mode...I don't think I ever got out of it from Thanksgiving. I kind of wish these two weeks weren't here...they should just disappear and we should all just skip from Thanksgiving to Christmas right away. Which is pretty bad, because I have finals and projects and all that jazz, so I shouldn't be in break-brain mode, but I am. Ugh.

But yeah, moral of the story, I don't want to do anything. I did finish my Salvador Dali project (snaps for me), but I didn't get to talk about all the things I wanted to talk about. I just had to cover a brief biography and go in depth with the piece of artwork I chose, whereas I wanted to talk more about his life. He was such a fascinating person...here, I'm going to post a funny picture of him.

How can you NOT find that hilarious!? Good times for all...

Anywhos, so I started writing this blog last night, and I'm finishing it today. So I went ahead and finished my French homework, and am now working on my essay for American Lit. It's about The Scarlet Letter, and I'm having a hard time deciding what aspect I want to talk about. The novel is riddled with symbolism, which I always love to talk about. But another prompt questions I was given was "Discuss Hawthorne's definition of Romance and its expression in his work." I love that prompt, because I think The Scarlet Letter has a much-overlooked deep rooted love story. I mean, Dimmesdale (the minister who had an affair with Hester, which resulted in a child) was SO torn up over not being able to confess to his sins that he developed a heart condition. Let's face it--yeah, he's a jerk because he didn't just come right out and say he was the father of Hester's child. He should have stepped up, bit the bullet, and put on his big boy pants and just confess to everything. But he didn't...okay, I get it, that was lame. However, it's not like he didn't want to. He knew he was a coward and he knew he was being a jerk. Honestly that's a lot more than most guys will admit to--normally, they'd just blow off the girl and deny the whole thing. At that day and time, it would have not been a surprise if Hester did try to say that Dimmesdale was the father and he say she was crazy and had her locked up. Instead, when they tried to take Pearl away from Hester, he fought to keep them together. And in the end, he did confess to everything and publicly acknowledged Pearl. But by that point it was too late--his guilt and self-punishment was so severe he died from heart problems. I think that says a lot about Dimmesdale...he was tragically romantic.

Well I have to go to class, but I'm not done with this blog. This is actually helping me work on my essay...who knew? I'll post my second half when I have time.