The future cannot be told, but only seen as one walks towards it. -Josiah Seligman

It's late. Well, I suppose it isn't really, but I feel like it's late. My head aches, my eyes are growing fuzzy, and I am yawing incessantly. I should sleep. It's likely a very wise decision on my part. Yet, here I am writing away.

I feel sort of down. I just watched Becoming Jane, and I must remark. It was very well done, however, it is sad. I am fully aware that it is a true story, and so must the movie go, but, I am just sad. I am not a fan of movies that do not have happy endings. Not at all.

Story time. Last night, after watching Henry V, Kenneth Branagh style, working on my journals in the library, and a nice long chat with a long lost friend, I came home to find ants. Ants everywhere in my room. It was truly terrible. I screamed, caused great commotion in the house, made the dog bark, sprayed ant spray, which I proceeded to choke on, and then fell in the bed in the guest room for a rather rocky night sleep.

When I woke up this morning at about 8:30 I was thoroughly disoriented as to where I was. Once I realized, I remembered the events of the night before and became very upset. I think it wasn't so much the ants themselves I was upset at, but rather, they were my breaking point. I sat in the guest bed and cried. I cried about the ants, I cried about my classes and all the stress that comes with them, I cried because I am lost about finding a job, I cried because I couldn't go to my best friends 21st birthday party [which was tonight], I cried because I needed to. I cried for about a half and hour, and at 9 o'clock I was done. I hopped in the shower, and the rest of my day was fairly good. Not terribly wonderful, but also not terrible awful. I had a massage, and it was nice. But, I am glad I cried. I got emotions I know I needed to release.

Tomorrow will be an alright day, I think. Mama and I are hopefully going to Wal-Mart in the morning for some things I need. Then I have to pretty much work on homework for the entire day. Hopefully, if I get enough done on typing up my Shakespeare Journals, then she and I will run off to see the new Cohen Brother's movie. =]!

Sunday is primary a homework day. I do have a funtime event planned for the evening.

I am off to bed, I think now. Goodnight, all you wonderful people who have so decided that I am worthy of being read. I do love you.

Love love.

SAC.