Where have all the flowers gone?

Rainy days and Monday always get me down...unless I expect them to. From the very beginning of the day, I was looking frantically toward the end. I was sure it would be horrid. I had class from 8:00 to 4:00, a brief meeting, then work from 5:00 to 9:00. Now that I'm sitting here at 9:30, I can't seem to stop my mind from racing. I'm so ready to collapse, but yet I can't complain about the way the day went.

It was very drizzly today, but even the nastiest days have their harsh beauty. I'm jealous of those in North Georgia who got snow and wish fervently that a couple inches would descend on Middle Georgia. That'll be the day. Joseph met me in the Honor's Lounge to deliver a late birthday present. Two black and white photographs that he had taken and knew I would appreciate. Both are extremely fitting, and I love them. I can't wait to frame them and place them with my other black and whites at home. If you're reading this, thank you.

I have been in a very curious mood as of late. I'm eager to learn, but not so eager to learn the things they tell me I have to know. I'd much rather study the lives of inspirational people. Familiarize myself with their writings and understand the inner workings of genius. I've even become more interested in classical music, which I never expected to happen in a million years.

It's time for some cocoa and a little bit of my John Newton biography. For anyone who doesn't know, he's the writer of "Amazing Grace" and has a truly amazing story. Newton lived an incredibly wicked life, and it's incredible to see the tranformation that took place in his life, leading him to pen one of the best-loved hymns ever written.