Dear Lisa

How's this? I changed it just for you so let me know what you think. Still squinting at the page? Let me know :)

Sincerely,

Megan

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--

In all reality I don't have much to say about this particular subject. Emily Dickinson is hard to comprehend, but I liked it and thought it would be a good at grabbing your attention. Did it work? Now that I've lured you in under false pretenses let me blather about nothing in particular.

My brain is going to explode. I have at least six different novels swimming around up there, each one vying for a place in the forefront of my brain. They're fighting extremely hard, and in the meantime I'm developing these ugly wrinkles on my forehead from trying to sort out every piece of literature I've read in the last month- which includes Isaiah (because apparently 3 Literature classes weren't enough for me, I had to throw Isaiah in there just to keep things interesting). So there's an epic battle raging on, more often than not Isaiah wins out, or African Lit, and then sometimes Multicultural Lit; however, Literary Realism ALWAYS loses.

Anyway, this leaves little to no room for thinking about anything else, and on reflecting about this it's probably a better thing. I've thought too much about life, I think I am ok with thinking about literature and absolutely nothing else. Think I'm getting to a point? Not quite.

So all of this is going on and then I have to read yet another book. This book isn't one assigned for class, and not one scripture based either. No, this is a book that I have anticipated reading for probably a year or so. That's right the finale to The Hunger Games series- Mockingjay. This book blew my mind. Not only the context (which could be described as horrifying and disturbing) but also the literary elements put to use. Irony, diction, symbolism... did I mention irony? All of this is used to combine three novels that encompass the human psychology as well as human nature at its very worst into a cohesive if not somewhat sad story.

Needless to say this book and all of its elements have taken over my mind. If you haven't read these books, I suggest you do... unless you need space in your brain for other things. I've decided I don't really need space in my brain for other things.

I remember from a movie (I think it's Ever After) someone saying people read so they do not have to think for themselves, or possibly because they cannot think for themselves. I could argue on either side of this statement. Sometimes I read simply to forget about my life, to submerge myself in the story of some other time, place and person. So sometimes I do read so as to not have to think for myself. However, much more often I read to generate more ideas. I read to understand something, or more specifically someone else. I read to explore other places and then think about why it is significant.

I read to understand.

I must say I think I've read more in the last month than I have in the past six months, and I've thought more about what I'm reading, past simply what is going on in the story. I guess it really has been blowing my mind, but it's also been expanding my way of thinking.

My ultimate goal in pursuing Education as a career is to help other people understand other people. I think through this semester I am learning how to do that more effectively in reading. I guess if that means my head explodes and I have little to no time to think of anything else, I'm ok with that. Maybe if I understand other people better I can eventually understand my own life. Probably not, but it's worth a try. Sorry about the rambling. Congrats if you made it to the end of this post, I know I almost didn't. Anyway... Happy Wednesday!


And just as a side note, my little brother tells me that nut shell is one word. Is this true? Nutshell? The little red line didn't show up so it must be true. Darn it all... my fifteen year old brother out Englishes me again! Props to Gavin if he ever sees this.

A Moment to Complain

Sometimes I have days where I just want someone to take care of me. These days always come when something goes wrong with my car. Or if I have to anything with my car really.

You'd think these days where I just want someone to take care of me would come when I'm sick (and granted, they do, just not to the same level) but I've found that I've been perfectly able to take care of myself when I've been sick (although, it's pretty pathetic to go to the store to buy yourself medicine and saltines and 7 Up, I'm just saying from past experience). When it comes to car stuff I'll basically assume the fetal position and just worry about it, but never really do anything about it.

The most recent example of this? I need to register my car. I have put it off and put it off. I'm scared it won't pass inspection and so I've just put it off, and steadily it's just getting worse... I know it's just a matter of getting my car to a shop and then dragging myself to the DMV, but all of this seems so daunting to me. I couldn't tell you why, but it's worse than pulling teeth- my own teeth at that. Anyway, I guess I'm just going to have to buck up and get to it. Silly cars.

Things I've learned from College: A series of comments

21. English Major = Lots of reading. Once again, who knew?

22. I have a new respect for people who commute to school. I only live slightly out of the way and I find myself grumbling about it daily. I have a new found respect for people who don't live near the campus they attend.

23. Not having a bed frame isn't such a big deal (I guess this might be more of a life lesson rather than a secular education lesson, but college taught it to me).

24. Blogging, as always is a great deviant from homework. I enjoy it.

25. I still love the Ray B. West even though it's completely secluded.

Things that I think about...

A list! This is a list of things that went through my head. (If they sound like things that could be posted as a facebook status, that's not a coincidence. Sometimes that's how my brain thinks.)

Who knew that riding the bus could be so productive. I think I've finished at least one book just while riding the bus. (This thought was stemmed from an attempt at being positive about the fact that it takes like twenty minutes to ride the bus from my apartment to campus).

Hello grasshopper! (Yes, I really thought this today when one hopped past me).

Hunger won out and I'm going home. (I thought I could stay all day on campus with just two granola bars. How wrong I was).

Sometimes I look cute (And my sisters would be very proud of me).

I wish I had more homework (Probably the dumbest thought I've had ever, but I found myself completely done with everything assigned and then I realized that I had nothing to do with life).

African Lit- BRING IT ON! (I finished another draft of a paper for this class, it's not due till tomorrow so there should be a couple more between now and then).

I wish I could read on the quad without having to walk five minutes out of my way. I guess in front of the weird hand statue will suffice. (They have in essence completely secluded the quad and the Ray B. West and Family Life Building. And by "they" I mean the genius's in charge of construction at USU).

I'm sure I had more thoughts (hopefully some vastly more intelligent that these ones) but these are the ones I felt like sharing. Enjoy?

Dear C.S. Lewis

This could possibly sum up a lot of my feelings from the past couple months.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The Alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.

If I could have one wish...

It would be to have the ability to make the exact sound that the lizard thing that Obi-Wan rides around makes in Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith. This isn't the first time I've thought about this. I've discussed this at length with my siblings, but as I sat alone in my apartment and watched the Star Wars Saga by myself I decided that could quite possibly be the highlight of my life. Making that crazy sound.

That's when I realized that I was sitting alone in my apartment watching Star Wars. If you're in Logan, Ut and know me... please give me a call. The last couple days of kind of been pathetic.

I still however, love that sound that the lizard thing makes.

So...

I've really wanted to blog for a while. The only thing stopping me (aside from the lack of internet at my current abode) is a killer subject. Ok, maybe not killer... but just a subject period.

I thought about documenting my family adventure at Bear Lake, but I seriously need pictures for that, which my dad has failed to supply me with.

I thought about writing a about my first week/day of school, but it hasn't been that fantastic so I skipped over that.

I thought about writing some spiritually groundbreaking something or other, but the lightning has yet to strike with that one.

So instead I write about nothing. Hope you enjoyed.