Procrastination at its finest.

Now, I'm all for reading and English and writing, don't get me wrong, but my least favorite part about being enrolled in these courses is having to worry about what the professor is going to put on the test. Granted, there are worse books to be reading than On The Road by Jack Kerouac. On top of having to worry about what I can remember that might be of some kind of importance by time I finish reading this book (which, I was "supposed" to already be done with like, a week ago...), I have to write a paper talking about how, if I was a publisher when this was written, why would I publish it and why would I not? Now, I see what my professor is doing, but I still reserve the right as a student to bitch and moan about it until I get it done.

As you can see, I have failed miserably at posting new (old) photos. Hopefully within the next week. My life has been crazy for a spring break where I didn't even make it out of the state. Here is the abridged version: someone backed into my car and I gave myself a concussion (not a result of someone hitting my car). I am fine and my car is fine, but I just feel like this break was filled with (not always welcomed) chaos.

I can't wait until I am able to start reading books on my extensive summer reading list and my life is not consumed by both versions of On The Road (not that there's anything wrong with that, but it gets a little tiresome... yawn, Mr. Kerouac). I just started Wuthering Heights, so I hope I can buzz through the rest of this book so I can spend some quality time with Catherine and Heathcliff.