Officially Declared

I am now officially an English major. I signed up for an advising appointment to scope out the major and ended up declaring at the end of the meeting. It was so easy, that I felt like it would be ridiculous not to just fill out the form right there. My advisor also happened to be my Victorian Novels professor and I think she's awesome, so that was fun. We talked about old books and their movie adaptations for a good portion of the meeting, and I am now inspired to write the best essay possible for this class so I stay in her good graces for the rest of my sojourn at U of M. So that's the big news. Not much else to report except that it's freezing cold (my hair froze into a rather odd design this morning) and I didn't want to get out of bed I was soooo comfy. I've been reading for my Victorian novels class alot and listening to Paulina study for finals. She's something of a restless studier, always talking to herself and wiggling. Pretty funny. Yep. So I have half an hour before class starts and I already did all my homework on Monday...hmmm. So I'm gonna keep going. Sorry. What to say, what to say? Oh, speaking of Monday, I watched the old movie adaptation of Great Expectations in the library while waiting for Natalia so we could go order the cake for Senora's birthday. It was actually quite good, you might want to check it out sometime. It may seem a little odd if you haven't read the book, but it's quite faithful except at the end. It gets a little cheesy then. So that may be one to rent sometime if you're interested. It is in black and white for those of you who care. Also, Our Mutual Friend is better, but much longer. My Professional Writing class is still a lot of work, but it's not really hard, just annoying. Philosophy continues to be interesting, we discussed yesterday whether or not we are just a "brain in a vat" and all our experiences are programmed into us by a mad scientist and his machine. Yeah. Seems ridiculous, but the various arguments for and against the BIV idea are pretty clever. Strangely enough, there are actually people who really believe that they can't know that they are not BIVs and so are living their lives with these kinds of depressing Matrix thoughts always in the background. Even more strangely, I couldn't come up with a good argument against the idea other than "duh!" until after class. The "duh" argument didn't work too well and for my classmates who don't believe in God, my other arguement wouldn't work. So I have another theory which i'll have to put forward tomorrow. Well, "I think you have long been desiring my absence," so I'm gonna stop rambling. If you made it to the end, good job.