From a Walking Point of View

I'm so unbelievably tired, and I haven't even gotten to the paper writing part of the semester. From 3pm to 1am with a fifteen minute creak for instant mashed potatoes and green beans, I read 300 pages of an super dense novel (which turned out to be worth the strife) and 100 pages of a history called The New Zealand Wars and the Victorian Interpretation of Racial Conflict. If you think the title is impressive, try reading the damn thing. So many foreign names, so many battles, so many deaths, so much reading. It is my own fault in ways. I have penciled in too much time for my social life and not enough time for my reading life. I have, however, managed to barely complete my reading assignments for Cultural Anth. and US Lit 3, as well as writing a decent song under very odd circumstances. I am resigned to my songwriting class, although I admit the desire to rush right to the registrar and drop it as soon as I heard that all songs were cowritten. But I have succomb to the idea that maybe my professor is trying to teach me something about the process of songwriting that I didn't know before. My American Folk music and dance class, on the other hand, is the highlight of my week. Bill is a real character with little direction but much heart. He ate dinner with Leah and me last week, and I actually had a real substintave conversation with him about my work with Michele Dominy (speaking of Michele Dominy--seems as if she isn't terribly well liked by a mafority of the faculty here) where I actually had to stand up on the spot for why I thought New Zealand post-colonialism had a lesson to teach us that couldn't be found elsewhere. Mostly the conversation made me realize that I have yet to discover that reason in a pure form.
Suffice to say that I am yet again challenged and happy (despite my complaints) for my exhaustion. Better to be run ragged, than not run at all.
News on kittens....we have two now. Cassidy and DePuis. Cassidy is the most enjoyable, while DePuis (having only one eye) is a bit of a mental case.