Ensign.

I should have been prepared but I wasn't, this fault of mine, grew such a passion! You're probably thinking, "Christine, what are you talking about?" The one and only Anton Chekhov, of course! (Not to be confused with Ensign Pavel Chekhov from Star Trek: The Original Series.haha) Yeah, I mis-interpertered an assignment, and ended up terribly failing a Pop Quiz on Chekhov shorts! You'll be pleased to know, I have now read the required reading and then some! Actually, YOU, probably don't care. I know reading the stories won't do me much good now with the test ... but I do hold a glimmer of hope for an impending essay! Dun dun dunnnn.

I love analyzing things (and highlighting!) I have also noticed, this recent philosophical side of me emerged after College. I had been missing out on 18 years of enlightenment, can you believe that? Now that I'm settling into my twenties, I've been more atuned to what has been written between the lines; and let me tell you, it's SHOCKING! I feel like Candide at the end of... Candide! Haha. Actually! I think I can date my budding of analysis back to my 12th year, when I interpereted Beowulf as an Epic Gay Drama (which, I later found out, wasn't the only person to have thought so!) I pity those who think, "It is what it is" because they are blind to the possibilities of the world around them. The meanings, the symbolism. Here, I must sound like a loon, so I'll change the subject.

I like to write, so it's only feasible that I like to give things their own meanings (bizarre as they may be!) I haven't been writing my Fiction for ages, and I feel rather detached from that hobby these days. I think I've been more focused on being human. Driving, a great peril of mine. I'm not that BAD, but I'm no Dale Earnhardt JR. either. I'm directionless; Interpret that whichever way you please. Wait, I never changed the subject did I?

How about them Yankees?Cowboys?Lakers?Steelers? I've noticed I use that ice breaker quite often when awkward silence permits it. That's what I hate; awkward silences! I'm chatty, and I'm only chatty because silence is BO-RING in a room full of people. It's AWKWARD. I don't care what you'll think of me if I say we should clone Jesus from what we find on the Shroud of Turin, or how BIZARRE you might think me for my awe-striking statements. I like Drama. Not bad drama like "he said, she said." But, you know, excitement. I like to evoke conversations people would not normally partake in. Well behaved women never make it in History, is that right?

I'm going to finish reading, The Woman with the Little Dog, then it's bed for Ol' Hickory. No, they don't call me that, but they should.