a cold day in hell...

I'm going to go to bed after I write this. A careful observer would realize that this means that I'm going to go to bed before 1AM. Hence the post title.

I heard someone say recently that essays and works of prose are never finished, they are just abandoned. I think the truth of this will become more and more apparent to me as I blog. My first post is a prime example of a bit of writing that was abondoned in its infancy. Given a bit of time and thought, it would have become an exploration of the deep desire for humans to publish their thoughts. I should have gone on about how blogging is the first real way for people to publish while possessing merely mediocre writing skills. This in turn could have turned into a rumination of how such an explosion of ideas is bound to have untold consequences. I ought to have asked whether or not the blogging phenomenon will let people express deep philosophical thoughts that would otherwise have been buried in their thinker's ineloquence. Of course, I should then have answered in the negative, asserting that the ability to write well is the hallmark of having an intelligent and well developed thought. I should have explained that if you are unable to express your great idea, then that idea isn't great, because it isn't well formed enough for you to explain it. But I didn't do any of these things, and now I'm kicking myself for it. C'est la vie.

On a tangent, but more mundane note, I've decided to once again brave the cold, dark world of foreign languages. After my one horrible semester of French, that language is out of the question, and I had thought that ANY language was similarly unthinkable. This led me to change from an English major (a major which, in a display of cruel irony, requires three semesters of a foreign language) to some sort of science major. But now, due to influence from my dad and my religion professor, I've decided to try (drumroll...) Latin. That's right, I'm giving up the language of love for a language that has only been spoken by scholars for centuries. I don't know how it will work out, but it will certainly be interesting.

If I actually pass and enjoy Latin (which actually seems fairly likely), I'll take the next two sememsters of it, which in turn means that I'll be able to be an English major again. Thus, the progression of my choice of majors will look something like this:

1st semester: Computer science
2nd semester: Undecided
3rd semester: English
4th semester: Biology/Math
5th semester: English

That's enough indecision to make anyone want to curl up under their covers and pray that they don't dream.