Fancy a Cakewalk?

 Do you know, I really like my campus library. I really do. Tis quiet and peaceful and has lots and lots of books.
 I just thought I'd put that out there. :)
 So, the way my schedule is set up, I have about 2 hours everyday free for lunch and stuff. Today is the first day that I don't really have homework to do during that time, so VOILA! I decided to write in my poor lonesome blog. Sadly, there will be no deep thoughts today; because I haven't had time to study anything very deeply and I am actually rather ill. Did you know having a cold is rather like being on some sort of high? Seriously, it is! I don't know why, but everything I look at has a kind of weird wonky texture around the edges of my eyes (which keep watering for some reason. I must look hideously like Peter Pettigrew). And there is a vague feeling of unreality and tiredness around me. And my hands randomly shake like mad--Mum says its the cold medicine. And I have this cough, though not as nasty as it could be. I speak from last year's experience. And I am sniffing like crazy. I want to describe the whole experience as 'tripping', but Mum says that isn't the best term to use, especially at school. Even if it is true.
 Wow. I had no idea I was going to go off on that tangent. See? I am totally tripping, in the sense of having blocked sinuses.
  You know who I like? Keats. Keats is wonderful. We are learning about him in Brit Lit (speaking of! I love my BL teacher. Her name is Dr. Rowe and she is fabulous. I am never bored in that class [which, actually, I don't usually get bored in any lit class...but that is beside the point] and she has a quirky sense of humor. I just like her). Yeah. He is a Second Generation Romantic (I guess they came in waves or something) and he is actually normal. Especially when compared to Wordsworth, who annoyed the heck out of me. Seriously? He was tripping. Anyway, Keats. I just love him. We are going to go over The Eve of St. Agnes tomorrow, which I actually first loved when I first read it in, what, 10th grade? Yeah, there abouts. That is what I will be writing my paper about, though. Not 10th grade, Eve of St. Agnes. If you haven't read it, do. Tis amazing. The thing is I haven't figured out my thesis yet. There are many different ways I suppose I could go, but I just haven't had an idea speak to me yet. It doesn't help that all my thinking is basically reduced to ADD musings about the relationship between colds and drug-induced highs. (Yeah, and random Harry Potter references. I do love those books...) I guess my thesis will come to me, and I sincerely doubt that it will be due this week. Dr. Rowe is rather very much behind. Her mother died and she had to deal with that, so I am not peeved about being behind and not quite knowing what I am supposed to be doing for the day. Iss awl gooood. ;)
  I guess I should sign off. I don't really have anything productive to say...maybe I can go read a book or something, since I am in the library. Speaking of reading and tripping, let me tell you, it is reeeeeeally weird. The words kinda squiggle but don't know. Most distracting. My sinuses just need to clear already. Or I should be allowed to go home and sleep. Preferably both, but neither is going to happen.
  Anyway, til next time!