subject: nathaniel hawthorne volume three
mood: creaky
music: beatles playing in my head
CPCetc: oh libraries where you can actually find stuff...
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Firstly I would like to state that I adore Ames Library. Why, you ask? Firstly, Ames is asthetically pleasing. Let's face it, it's true. It's its own building in a rather green area with pillars and an amusing statue out front. Secondly, it doesn't charge late fees meaning that when Kiri is silly enough to let her friends check out books on her library card, she doesn't have to pay the painfully inflated dues that the other libraries inflict. *thoughts drift momentarily to over-due Schiller book downstairs* Thirdly, Ames is staffed by either friendly, well-meaning people or sarcastic students who obviously need this credit and are doing their best to earn it. Finally, Ames is an awesomely rock-tastic place because it's actually possible to find things in it in a matter of minutes. How ever do you mean, Kiri? Well, Ames is organised alphabetically. And the alphabet is one of the few things that Kiri actually understands. That and Lost. *hangs head in shame*

Anyway, on this escapade to the wonderfulness that is Ames Library, Kiri was on a quest to obtain a book for AP Shit. This book, of course being The Awakening by Kate Chopin. Let us discuss the plot of The Awakening, shall we? It's about this woman. Who commits adultery. And probably ends up with a kid. Why does this all seem terribly familiar? Oh. That's right. Because it's the exact same bloody book as the past two bloody books we've bloody read!!!! Bloody hell!!! I understand that men are oppressing women. I understand that having a child from a man that you aren't married to will obviously ruin your life in a completely symbolic and positively droll manner. And I understand that there's a massive literary difference between "light" and "dark". But you know what? I'm in absolutely no danger of getting pregnant or having my life distressed with blatant symbolism because of it. You know why? Because I'm not in a relationship where I can possibly get pregnant!

Why don't we read something else? I mean, Intro to Theatre just started rocking with its institution of Oscar Wilde in its curriculum. Why not compliment that by some lively Irving or something? Or even more Oscar Wilde? We could read Dorian Gray! Or skip ahead to poetry for a wee while or something that doesn't have the same damn plot as everything else we've read. I'm sorry, but women screwing up their lives with sex and bitching about it for three-hundred-plus pages is just getting a wee bit dry for my taste. Maybe it's just me, but I refuse to change in this regard.

Mrf. Sleepy. I should go drink something and wake up. And sweep the carpet! Definitely need to do that, considering Da asked me about that about half-an-hour ago. *shifty eyes* Oh, responsibility.

Oh, fine. I'm going to go vacuum. Love!

Kiri! >^.^< ~mew!