From the depths

             From the depths of the deep I arise. Okay that is somewhat repetitious.
             Well I am back to blogging because I am a low life who needs to post a literary diary on the computer, that is somewhat lame.
              But I have realized that college is the place for self fulfillment and learning your own personal identity. Thus far I have learned that not only to I belong to AIDA (a secret society devoted to, ohh never mind), I am also the superhero known as Flash. I have very little idea of who this entity is except that he likes to wear lots of red and that he has wings on his helmet. Oh and also he is a guy, which is just a little bit of a problem. Moving on.
                  It's all fine. Batman lives next door to me. Apparently we had reached a level of geekdom that I had hitherto only aspired too (blogs do not count).   I am also reading the romantic poets and the moment. I like Burns and I do not mind the rest of them as long as they stick to a story. But when you read some of their more repetitious and dramatic and mushy feeling ones, well the result is not pretty.
            One's eyes begin to glaze over and you continue reading wondering when will this ever end. Spare me your platitudes for lost innocence. Perhaps a platitude for lost intelligence would be more welcome in their case.
            But perhaps what the romantics needed in their poetry was more battles and less drugs. I'll give them that they have an excellent ability to manipulate the English language, but seriously I wish they would not have to burden the world with more poems about lambs and shepards.
             So fine I am not particularly interested in most poetry. Also I prefer the older stuff to the newer stuff most frequently. This constant need for realism is taxing and very Victorian. I do not mind realism in the right context but at the same time it is over rated.
            Wait did I just complain about realism and romanticism in the very same post? I have problems. Which I shall no doubt explain later.

           I am beginning to read Pilgrim's Progress. Actually it is more accurate to say that I am planing to read Pilgrim's Progress. I am not reading it because I think that it will be any good, rather because I am sure it will be stupid. It is precisely the same reason why I tried to read Harry Potter. I did not have the perseverance to finsh it. Just so I can back up my complaints of it and so I would know what they are talking about when it is mentioned.
            That is horrible, I am not even trying to read about it to enjoy it or learn about it or even show off by my knowledge about it. I want to complain about it.
            This dilemma perhaps can be accounted for by my life. I have nothing much to complain about in my everyday life and there is in my personality a distinct necessity to gripe about something. Therefore I go out of my way to complain about literature. That perhaps explains this whole blog.

As usual I have no idea what I am going to write about

         I could write about Beloved that is another book I have to read for classes. It's kindof dumb and very grotesque and somewhat pretenious. To be fair I do not like this vaque writing style where you are not sure what point in the story you are at. It is just jumping all over the place and all over time. I mean I can flippin read Dickens who jumps all over the place, but at least there is a definite story line going.
         People have this mistaken notion that if I can not understand it, it must be intelluctual. That is not true. Sometimes things are hard to understand because they are nonesence. At the same time sometimes something is very intelluctial and one can not understand it because of the actual cleverness in the book. But at the very least through study and being read by smarter people then me, one can find a fairly definite meaning.
           Basically what I am saying is that just because something is hard to understand does not make it 'deep' or clever. Vaque can be just a lack of thought or lack of communication skills. Complicated themes within a work will make it harder to understand but the easier it is to understand, even with the complicated themes, shows a definetly better writing style.

well then

        Well I ought to be doing many things including continuing work on my last paper for the Dickens class. This is a fun class, I have to say. I am now reading Our Mutual Friend, I like it if only for the reason that it is the only novel in this class that I had not read before or the ending was somehow ruined for me. That is the problem with classics. To many people know of them and have to in some way make sure you know the ending or some major plot point. One form of literature that is notorious for doing so is parody's. I despise parody's unless the person has something to say. It is easy enough to make fun of someones work. It is hard to point out the actual flaws in a work and show why they are flaws and at the same time be funny. That is the only type of parody that should be given any note. By my way of thinking.
       Anyway Our Mutual Friend is interesting. Very confusing, but that is just Dickens and very long, which is also just Dickens. It is a mystery about greed (I know, how original), with murder (again, original), secret identities, (never saw that one coming) crippled people (okay that's new) and romance (blahhh....). So yes I am very excited to finish it and criticize it. Criticism is the more fun  then reading anyway, well not quite. It depends on the book.

Sorry about not writing

                 Sorry about not writing in well pretty close to forever. I have just not had the energy to do so with taking so many credit hours and writing a novel and occasionally directing my sisters play. I even  had to put world domination on a back boiler just so I could write this.  Still not sure if it was a good trade off.
                Since I am writing this anyway I might want to add that I think snow ought to stay in the winter and not bother us poor distracted souls in April (April showers seem to have turned evil on us killing May flowers, twisting the hearts of small children, and big ones, and in general being a blasted nuisance).
              I am now going to write two long essay for the amusement and gratification of my teachers. I can not believe one can make money out of being sadistic, (knowing the papers most students write it probably comes closer to masochism).
           On that singularly uninsightful note I must leave you. "Parting is such sweet sorrow"---sweet because you are reading this sorrowful because I have already endangered your sanity as it is.
         

Try to be optimistic

             Wow, schools been literally been killing me. Since midterms are almost over things should be slowing down for me. I may have nothing to write about, but things are slowing down.
              I have just been rereading Regina Doman's books. They are surprisingly well written. Highly improable, but considering the fact she straight out admits they are fairy tale stories I have nothing against it. The characters are well drawn and likeable. Rose may have been a little too perfect and focused in on by everyone within the world of the novel Waking Rose, but still it was not to bad. Another problem was that in the first book the writer starts to develop the mom's personality, which was interesting, but she really faded into the background so much that the girls almost seemed to have been orphans. Other than that I found the series concerned with the Briers and Dennstons as the main characters interesting (those would be Shadow of the Bear, Black as Night, and  Waking Rose.
              My favorite character is easily Fish. Although Blanche started out as my favorite character. I think Fish and Blanche are proably the most well drawn characters in the books, with Rose as a close third.
            Although I liked the Midnight Dancers it lacks some of the charm of the original characters, although it definetly kept the fairy tale like charm of everything. One of my friends complained how Rachel, the heroine of the book, did an extremely stupid thing to expose her sisters to what she did. My problem was not in that. It was a really stupid thing to do, yes. But it was handled in such a way that between it's being a fairytale story I did not mind it.
                The problem I had was the fact that the hero, Paul, did not tell thier father right off. Those girls could have ended up in very serious trouble if he had in some way failed to take on a large group of young men. Another problem was that Paul was just to perfect. Rose had faults and people pointed out that she was doing some things wrong. Paul did not seem to have any faults, nor was he (if I remember correctly, which I may not since it's been a long time) a very well drawn character in this one.
                Still overall I enjoyed all of her books that I have read and I hope she continues to write, which is high praise from me since I hate the majority of Romance stories and I hate an even greater majority of modern literature (and Lord spare us from most American writing). Warning for those of you with sensitive paleates the books are very romantic, but in a fairy tale way, so she can get away with it somehow.

I was really hoping

that my blogs title would not be a self fulfilling prophecy. I have precisely 15mins before I have to go to class. So this shall be a brief post.
            Sorry I have not written much in a long while, but I have been trying not to get behind in my school. Even my novel has suffered neglect lately. So has my room now that I think about it. Although I have just finished a bizarre alien story a few days ago. It was fun writing it and I gave it a little bit of an O'Henry ending. I think more authors should work harder on the ending's. Not necessarily have them always be surprise endings but they should make a person feel a little accomplishment having read it. Or make people think or flipp'in anything except make a person question why they finished the book. There are some books that make me think that I should have stopped a chapter short of finishing the work because for such a good beginning and middle of the story the ending  is disappointing and too predictable.
          Sometimes there is the problem of making the story's ending unpredictable in a predictable way. I mean yes the person tried to make it unpredictable but failed because too many people made thier story unpredictable in the exact same manner as this author. And I really have to go now,