Heaven

I went home for Halloween. I put together a stunt pilot costume using my bomber jacket, white scarf, bomber hat, tan slacks, cream shirt, and pleather boots. It looked pretty cool, especially after my dad took me to L&M and we found some old fashioned looking pilot's goggles. I wanted to go and see that Amelia movie but it was only showing in Duluth. Instead I went with my dad to Hibbing. It had snowed the night before so all the trees and shrubs and everything was covered in a layer of hoarfrost. It was beautiful. We only got around ten trick-or-treaters and they all came in the same car, well, two cars. I washed my socks on Sunday and them came back to school. I stopped at the bookstore to use the restroom and wound up getting  a book. I just can't help it. I realized I forgot my toothbrush. That's o.k. I decided it was time for a new one anyway. In fact, I only brought it home to throw it out. I just wish I'd remembered to grab a new one first.

I found a few sources for my Moby Dick imagery presentation, something on the shadow, something on financial imagery, and something on something else. It only has to be a five minute presentation. I'm just surprised there was nothing on death imagery. We talked about that one a lot in class (that's probably why, if we did it in class we shouldn't have to present on it). I also have a four page paper to write for Middle East history. It's double spaced so it's really only two pages and besides, I got the highest grade in the entire class on our last test (if only I did that well in grammar). What I wouldn't give to have some free time to read what I want. Only six months to go. Then I get to either find a job or go to grad school.

I'm starting to think this whole life thing is a waste. What's the point if you don't have time to read the stuff you want to? I bet heaven is a library, with red carpets, leather chairs, fireplaces, and floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with leather bound volumes. I bet it smells like dust and paper and ink and I bet everyone walks around in their jammies drinking hot cocoa and reading aloud to cats. I bet if I don't stop thinking about heaven I'll forget to do my homework. Heaven will always be there. My homework has a deadline.