Don't worry, I wouldn't spoil the book for you.

So i finished reading Jane Eyre last night...

sigh...I love that book XD the angst, the passion, the romance!! Once you all finish reading, we should get together and watch the movie...i think they have a few different versions.

So, I've been meaning to draw recently...and draw realistically. My talent seems to be fading...and why should I let it waste away? My uncle told me I have talent, and that I should keep on drawing. I'm a little concerned, though, because I have omitted drawing bodies (instead, eyes and faces) for a long while...I'm limited to so few poses. That's why I think i should start drawing realistically; it would help fix my strange proportions and awkward-looking bodies.

Wow, i can't stop thinking about Jane Eyre...(laugh at me) I couldn't fall asleep last night until I reread my favorite parts XD It's just so emotional. I can't believe the direction Charlotte Bronte took the book in...it was such a zigzaggy course... (and this shouldn't be too much of a spoiler), but when i was about half way through the book, i flipped through to the end and saw "I married him" and I was like OMG WHO WHOOOO cause there are 2 prominent men in her life...and every paragraph she would say something that would make me believe it was one person, and then the next paragraph it would be the other, and i was TORMENTED FOR SO LONG :((((

So. I should get back to work. Im a receptionist at Bishop Ireton for a week. Just picking up phone calls and making copies and the like.

xanga is officially dead.

(for now).

Find me on FaceBook :D

ill try to make this short.

(the YFU people told me to).

My host family is pretty cool; 3 girls, dad, mom, and dog. I started school on Monday, which has been pretty interesting, since this other exchange student and I are kinda like celebrities at Nagano High School. I got to wear a seifuku today, and bike to school for over half an hour. Good food. Jet lags starting to leave me alone. Its going pretty well so far, actually...I think ill be able to meet my relatives towards the end of the stay. Its hard trying not to hang out with english speaking people X( I miss everyone!! Ive met so many girls at school that I can never remember their names...i think i really disappointed this one girl (aimi?) today. Im suppose to hang out with a haruka on Sunday, but I cant really remember which one she is XD i know that sounds really bad...forgive me. Also, im going to Kyoto sometime next weekend, i think! (im in Osaka right now). No boyfriend :P Guys dont say much to me except random "Hi Kyashii--" 's.

i feel like i should go soon...too much time on the comp means less time with the host family!

miss everyone~

i went crazy with my TPCASTTs.

Theme:  Mainly through the nature of the narrator’s sin, but also through the possibility that the apology is on a note (which implies that the narrator is being less direct and consequentially more cowardly in admitting his indulgence), Williams is revealing the nature of man.  Yes, this simple poem of plums is in actuality illuminating a universal truth of humankind: that humans are flawed.  This simple scenario seems so insignificant; yet it portrays an event from daily life and shows that throughout our daily business and life indulgence and avarice, no matter the extent, does exist.  However, it is possible that the transgressor wishes to redeem his self in the form of this apology.  Alas, there is hope for mankind yet!

(Okay, I do admit that this last paragraph went a little overboard.  I believe I had so few words to work with that my mind started following the smallest link I could find to something significant.  What can be concluded from this poem?  Anything, considering the length and simplicity of the text and situation.  Is most poetry not like that?  Poetry, even if only vague to the slightest degree, can result in various interpretations.  Perhaps that is what makes it so great. I now suddenly find poetry to be a wide and free arena.  Then again, a well-known artist can draw a circle, a triangle, and a line on a piece of canvas and it will be hung in the National Museum of Art, not for it’s ingenuity but for the reputation of the artist.  Then some will insist that it is in fact so ingenious that simple minds cannot comprehend its mastery.  For goodness sakes, Williams wrote about eating plums from an ice box!  Perhaps I am too blind to literature to see the ‘beauty’ in simplicity.  While part of me wants to admire poetry for its openness to interpretation, another previously existing side screams, “A child could write this!  This is mad that we must look so far past the text and intentions of the author.  The final conclusions are so far off in the distance from the source that the links are barely visible!”