It's late. No...It's early. I should be sleeping or studying. I can't focus on either.

I want a big brain and a small waist. I want long hair and lean muscles. I want a pretty white bikini, a man's jacket, short flat boots, and a small purse with a long strap. I want a husband and a Ph.D. I want religion and comfort. I want tears and peace. I want to live a story. I want to be a poem. I want to be invisible, and I want to be illuminated like a princess. I am always afraid of dying, and sometimes afraid of death.

2nd Week - Monday

I had my first tutorial meeting today. It was interesting. My tutor talked most of the time, which was fine. He's a historian, so I got a lot of background info on the time during which Chesterton lived. That's isn't my particular area of interest, but it was valuable information. I'm looking forward to this week's reading, three novels including The Man Who Was Thursday. Apparently the most interesting part of the book is discovering the man who was Sunday...More on that after I've actually read the book.

After my tutorial I came home and slept for five hours, more than I had slept either of the past two nights. I'm relieved that this week of Chesterton is over.

Katie and I tried to go to a Latin dance class tonight, but went to the wrong building. We might go tomorrow or Wednesday night instead. It's been pretty hard to meet British people, but I've loved the Americans that I've met.

My assignment for this week's tutorial on Creative Writing is to sit somewhere in Oxford, anywhere, and write. I can write just about anything I was, as long as it has to do with my location. I'm looking forward to it. Most of my blog will probably be pretty boring, and is more for my own documentation, but hopefully I'll rack up the courage to post some of my creative writing stuff up here, and that should be a bit more exciting.