Saturday started out well, what with early morning cookie baking and the boys and girls XC team doing really well at PAC, but then kind of took a downward turn. I don’t know why, exactly, but I was feeling rather…melancholy? My mood has been, primarily, a rather obnoxiously cheery one since I came to SVC, with a few exceptions. As such, it felt weird to be upset for no real reason.

So, I solved it. I found my parents for dinner, went on a Halloween shopping adventure (Actually did not find a costume, but was given a brilliant idea by my friend Alyssa that I will act on…and no I’m not telling you. You’d steal it, it is just that classic. Which means that we find it amusing, and people will think I took a sharp blow to the temple), and downed some sweet coffee while booking it at Barnes and Nobles.

I also may have invested some time I should have spent studying into finishing watching “Pride and Prejudice: A Latter Day Comedy,” which I found to be rather amusing, silly, and pretty much the definition of brain fluff. Nothing like literature (and its bedfellows) to lift the spirits, right?

Which brings me to the point of tonight’s post: why I’m an English major. Books…are amazing things. I really can’t get around what it is they do: how with a few words—phrases that would be utterly insignificant if not strung together in one glistening, perfect way—the innermost secrets and desires of a person can be laid bare. So much has to gather and form with clarity…without it, you’ve got nothing my ramblings and random scribbles.

 Kinda like what I just wrote there.

 Anyway, it intrigues me. I love writing, but I don’t know if I have the stuff you need to make a living out of creative writing; some weeks I do, others I do not. However, I do know without a shadow of a doubt that I want to teach, I can teach, and I will. So, what do you get when you cross a bibliophile with an urge to teach? Yep, that’d be me.

In related news, my improved mood makes me find the song “Self Portrait" by Stephanie Smith absolutely infectious. It was in the film, and really suited the scene. It is where my quote came from, as well. Look it up; it’s the essence of bouncy, summertime music, which is a nice contrast to the weather we’ve been having (though I am anticipating snow).