Lutie Johnson, The Street by Ann Petry
Lyra Belacqua, Phillip Pullman's His Dark Materials series
Hermione Granger, J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series
Esperanza Cordero, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros
Lily Bart, The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton
Elizabeth Bennet, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Esther Greenwood, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Scout Finch, To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Anne Shirley, Lucy Maud Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables series
I love how the tiniest little things can change how I see my day. I woke up this morning feeling really sick and awful, and I couldn't sleep so I just tried to read in bed for a while. When this didn't make me feel any better and I was still tired, I wandered downstairs to feed the cats so they would stop crawling all over me. Dan and Elliot were getting up as I was puttering around, and for about fifteen minutes the three of us wandered in and out of the kitchen, putting together breakfasts, making pleasant morning small talk, and drinking the super-strong coffee Anya had made before she left the house. I experimented a little and made myself a delicious, greasy breakfast--a vegan grilled cheese sandwich stuffed with fried mushrooms and onions. The boys left, I finished my sandwich, and now with food, sun, conversation, and caffeine to sustain me I'm feeling so much better.
We bought our tickets, now I just have to get through the next eleven days. I grin every time I start thinking about it. My tendency in these kind of situations is to go into hyper-planning-mode, but I think it's for the better that Ezra is pretty much decidedly anti-plan and is keeping my type-A tendencies in check. He pretty much summed up the whole thing last week when we were trying to work out the Columbus trip, and he sent me a text that said, "Do want this pretty bad; the adventure, the camaraderie, being a part of something bigger, the ability to actually feel/see/hear music as the greatest thing there is (as embodied by a phenomenal band). Is that what we've always wanted?!"
After spending all morning frantically trying to find a way to make our mini-journey to Columbus possible, it turned out that we just couldn't do it this weekend. I spent a few hours during the afternoon cruising the delightfully awful GBV website in a lethargic state of despair, until I discovered something wonderful. We couldn't make it work this weekend, but two weeks from now there's another show in Detroit.
Fingers crossed, y'all. I am just a big stupid sucker for a road trip, and I can't think of a band more hyper-American and perfect for the occasion than these dudes.
How did I not mention this here already? Such an awesome discovery, and I love that the people who found it were from la Musee d'Histoire Naturelle in Paris because that is one of my favorite places on earth (and I saw an amazing whale exhibit there a few years ago!).
In other news, I had my first big cooking day in a while. Over the course of the evening I made seitan, two different kinds of tofu, and raspberry scones. I don't know if it's because I really felt like cooking or if I was just trying to avoid doing homework, but it worked out pretty well; the seitan turned out to be one of my best batches yet, and my newest room mate, Dan, has never had my scones before. Now I'm just bummin' around, making pathetic attempts at revising my French composition before I go to Joe's parent's house for the 10 o'clock Mad Men, though I'd rather continue reading "Richard II" for Shakespeare class. It's so good! I think I'm going to like the histories best.