Ruined

I cannot help but admire Charlotte's publication of Jane Eyre. While I have not yet met the entirety of the book with completion in reading, I have been more than satisfied with the romance to be found within its pages (a matter of import to a single young woman). However, as I was pondering the novel in English 495, the one male in the class found it incumbent to discuss how the book shall end, and what he thinks of it. He must have failed to see the look of horror cross my face; this detail did not go unnoticed by my professor. She reminded him gently that some of us are reading the text for the first time. The boy smirked, as if he enjoyed the knowledge that he has read amongst the Bronte authors more thoroughly than his female counterparts, and would not in future-time hold back his comments, but rather spoil each novel until there is none left to be enjoyed. I have concluded I must read the next assigned novel, Wuthering Heights, with greater fervor and diligence, so that its ending is not ruined as Jane Eyre's hitherto has been.

Humours

I do not speak of humours that are delightful and result in mirth and joy ("humorous," as it were). I speak of the humours which must be kept in balance in order to enjoy full health. As of late, I have suffered an excess of black bile. Perhaps upon my next visitation to the market, I will pick up some victuals of comfort--such as mint chocolate chip ice cream, which isn't entirely authentic, but then again, neither are Neapolitan ice cream sandwiches--to restore the balance of my humours and to improve my feelings.

Birds

This morning I was awoken by a twittering of birds from without the window. It would seem they are building a nest above the drain-pipe, and through the diligence of their labors must produce the most profound racket. The creatures are not even pretty. While I did rejoice in the consideration that I will be vacating this residence upon the commencement of June the eighteenth, I mourn now in the knowledge that I must return in some months and by then there will be more than two little birds who will wake me with their wretched warbles.

End

Rumors have reached wide circulation that the 21st of May 2011 will perchance be the Rapture. If tomorrow is indeed the world's end, I will be sure to keep company with a more righteous person than myself and grasp him firmly so that, should he be lifted up, I will not be left behind.

Light

I spoke to the owner of the estate in which I dwell about the exceedingly bright light that shines through my window unceasingly during the nighttime hours. She advised me to address the village about the issue, believing it to be out of her jurisdiction. I wonder at that, for it was not the village that put the light upon the side of my residence. Upon a furtherance of thought, the woman proposed that I invest in curtains. My friend with whom I share a room will not take kindly to this suggestion, I fear.

Knives

Whilst scrubbing the kitchen utensils (alas, we cannot afford to keep a maid), I could not help noticing a surplus in the number of spoons in the washbasin and a lack of knives amongst the cutlery. Perchance the knives have been borrowed by a neighboring party, and we will not see them again? It will be very hard indeed for us to butter bread. One might hope for a bounty of knives when there is not one to be found.

Cats

As I was strolling the about the university grounds, I happened across a cat directly in the course of my path. I paused to consider the creature, which did not take any notice of me. 'Twere it a black cat, perhaps I would have been in for a spell of bad luck. One must be wary of such occurrences and take careful note lest others should face similar encounters. However, the animal's coloring consisted only of brown, grey and white, and so I did not fear but continued on my way.

Vermin

There was such a commotion outside the parlor window this afternoon! My fellow boarders hastened from the room to ascertain what the impetus was for the gathering. Upon their return, they disclosed that a small bat was fighting for its life on the path.

Following a brief interval, I was notified that a police constable had been summoned. Tragically, his arrival coincided with the creature's departure from this life. He was then obliged to pick up the bat and convey it to the bin where other discarded items are fated to be deposited and stored prior to their ultimate departure from Greenbrier.

Tonight I shall sleep soundly, secure in the knowledge that our own version of Scotland Yard is ever-vigilant--willing and eager to intervene in our lives by any means not only necessary but possible, up to and including the disposal of deceased vermin.

Departure

Upon the completion of one and one-half hour, my carriage will depart from this residence and bear me northward to my dear sisters. I hope that the weather is favorable and that the horse does not break down.

Scholarship

As the period for final examinations commences, one cannot help but feel o'er-clouded by a sense of dread. Judgment day at last is upon us. The university's professors will determine whether or not we have had scholarly habits under their tutelage, and I cannot help but fear that I will fail them by no mean size. My schoolmates do not seem as concerned: they are discussing the most advantageous places to acquire hamburgers after this ordeal is finished.

Popular

Today I found myself popular with a number of young men in the vicinity. It seems to me that the more lads see you with other lads, the more desirable you appear and the more lads you attract. In fact, if one was to stand outside for a long period of time, preferably of a long duration, one would be likely to attract a swarm of potential suitors, supposing one started out with two or three.

Ghost

Using the peculiar device known as "Google," I attempted to discover whether Victorians believe in ghosts or nay. I gleaned the following from one TaylorWS, who is doubtless a renowned expert on the subject:

At some point in history, people believed in ghosts for many reasons and the Victorians were no exception. I believe there are wandering spirits out there because one of them called out “hello” as I sat at this computer, frightened the life out of me it did.

Ah! My dearest Charlotte, your work is included in a volume called Victorian Ghost Stories. Your contribution is a 3-page story entitled "Napoleon and the Spectre."

A Pretext For Belatedness

I'm learning a little bit about what it's like to be in the teaching profession; here's the latest excuse to arrive in my electronic post:

I missed class on on the 16th because I got really sick. I threw up like 46 times in two days.

My calculations indicate this incident must have occurred nearly once an hour, unless the Afflicted One slept, in which case the frequency was even more extraordinary. If this individual finds herself unsuited to be a scholar of mental derangements, she could undoubtedly find success with a traveling carnival.

Concerning Marriage

I indulged myself in watching the film version of Pride and Prejudice three times this week. Do not fear, it was the Keira Knightly version, not the BBC one, and so I did not use too much time unprofitably. I reflected on how boring it would be to be Kitty after three sisters were married or engaged, left with Mary to wonder when her own life would begin. Especially since my own friends as of late have become, themselves, married. I know that one of Anne's friends will soon enter into matrimony, and Charlotte has seen more acquaintances wed than she can count. If ever I find my Mr. Darcy, I hope I will not forget you, dear sisters, in my own happiness, as from time to time my friends have forgotten me.

Blinding

Someone put a light as bright as 100 candles outside of my bedroom window to promote "parking lot safety," so those who have cars will be even safer and those who walk will experience no increase in protection. I recommend a reform bill; the upper class is clearly being favored. And at the expense of my sleep! It is as though the sun never sets on this empire.

Namesakes

I side with Charlotte on the picture taking.

I am also disappointed that the book I have written is also the one I have not heard of. But I will do my best to research myself.

Please, let's not die young.

Step Two: Take the World by Storm

Marvelous! I read Jane Eyre last summer. It was pretty fantastic. I'll have to look and see if I lived long enough to write anything else...

When we three meet again, we should take suitable author pictures.

Sisterly Blog

It'd probably be a good idea for me to read Wuthering Heights. Charlotte will want to read Jane Eyre and Anne should read Agnes Grey. Then we'll be more knowledgeable about ourselves and our writings. I read about us briefly on Wikipedia (the source of all truth and knowledge) and found that we all have spectacularly short life expectancies.