Sometimes you just need to wear purple shoes. . .

Week one of senior year--done! Only a bunch more to go. I had some trouble accessing my online courses this semester. By the time I could, I already felt a little behind. Add to that the podcast in which the professors declares "this will probably be the hardest class of your college career. Be prepared," and I had a stellar weekend. However, I did find a collection of poorly made, but nevertheless helpful, free audiobooks of Shakespeare's plays. These should help my understanding of the plays.

Yesterday, I finished The Great Gatsby. I found it thoroughly depressing and said so on Facebook. That post gathered more comments than anything I have posted recently both in support of the book and in support of my dislike. I like discussing literature with people, but I'm not a huge fan of writing papers about it. I don't usually dig deep enough into "what the author is trying to say." Can't he just be trying to say what he said?

Highlight of the semester so far: my boyfriend got a new computer so we can now Skype again. This makes me beyond happy. I'm pretty sure those weekly Skype dates will be one of the main things that gets me through this semester.

I didn't want to come into work/school today. So I brought my purple heels. I say brought because there's no way I'm wearing these things on the train, so I wore flats and changed once here. Happiness is cute purple heels.

And that, my friends, is a picture of what my mind looks like today. You can thank me later.

Sincerely,