Things can still take my breath away...

This image literally made me gasp. I wish I could live in this room, or maybe just visit, or even see it for a moment in real life. A world away from where I am. In a place where nature is coupled with books and the only possible result is breathtaking.

I read Dear John this weekend. It reminded me how much I really like Nicholas Sparks and his ability to make you care about people so intensely. I think it is important to venture off into a make believe world where you don't have to invest in your own life but can care only about the characters on the page.

I wish I had more time to do such things, I have hundreds of books that are waiting to be read and I would love nothing more than to escape into each one of them.

Unfortunately, I have to spend so much time in books that are not of my choosing. Right now I am reading The English Heritage, which is an in-depth history of England. Normally this would be very interesting, but somehow it is like torture to read. I love my majors and want nothing more than to be more educated in History and Political Science. Right now, this is not as fun as it usually would be.

I told someone today that I wished I could throw myself into school. Make it the only thing that I cared about. Give it the kind of hard work and dedication that some are able to give. That maybe if I was able to give myself over to my school work it would help to keep my mind off of everything. I know that the good grades would be the result, but I can't decide if this would be a way of avoiding the feelings that must be examined.

I am a bucket, that can't be poured out.