"Just so you know, it's not illegal to marry your first cousin, in case you have that secret crush..."

So says my Brit Lit teacher. She is a specialist in "18th- Century Smut Literature" (her words, not mine), so I guess she'd know. I'm really giddy today.. giddy and pensive at the same time. Makes no sense. I am trying this new thing called "applying myself" at school and so far (and this is day two, people), I have found it to be successful. Less homework at home is always good, especially when you're me and protocol goes something like this:

"OK, time to start doing this assignment.... OOOH!!! Something shiny!!!"
[four hours later]
"Really... must... start... hello? Why yes, I'd LOVE to do something."
[11 pm]
"That's it! It's time to get cracking.... I wonder if... [at this point I start daydreaming and thinking about completely non-school-related things and then I realize how comfortable my bed is and things just go downhill from there].

At school no one bugs me when I'm in the basement of the library (ie the SHHHH zone). Just a matter of discipline and not running like mad to the bus as soon as my classes are done (or before, which is so much worse).

When I got home I went to Crescent Beach with Grendel (aka Roxy) and I just watched. Really, really stunning. God is such a spectacular artist. I was reading 1 Chronicles on le bus today and I came across something called "David's Song of Praise". I liked it a lot.