"Why so busy?" you ask. I'll tell you.
I'm finishing up my Renaissance Literature class this week with a final on Thursday evening that I’m completely unprepared for. I’m still not sure how it’s July already. Crazy.
I’m also a week behind on my reading for my morning European Literature class. Shhh! Don’t tell my professor. I also have a test in that class on Monday. Personally, as that’s my release date for Unbound, I think I should be excused… Don’t think that’s going to work though.
I also have several Crimson book to read and review. I'm so behind! I promise I'm working on them ladies. Your book rock! Reading them is wonderful. Finding time to read them blows.
This week on the blog, we have several guests with us. Tara Mills will be joining us on Wednesday. Rionna Morgan will hopefully be here at some point this week. I made a scheduling boo-boo. (Can you tell I'm a wee bit out of it?)
Also, just a fyi, the link for Morgan O’Neill’s twitter account was posted wrong. I have corrected it in the original post and will be linking it here. Morgan O'Neill's interview will be reposted on the Ladies in Red blog on the 14th. If you haven't stopped by, this would be a great time to explore the blog.
For fun, I thought I'd end by sharing a poem with you that we covered today in class. Definitely not romantic, but I still find myself rooting for her. : )
No, Thank You John by Christina Rossetti
I never said I loved you, John:
Why will you tease me day by day,
And wax a weariness to think upon
With always "do" and "pray"?
You know I never loved you, John;
No fault of mine made me your toast:
Why will you haunt me with a face as wan
As shows an hour-old ghost?
I dare say Meg or Moll would take
Pity upon you, if you'd ask:
And pray don't remain single for my sake
Who can't perform the task.
I have no heart?-Perhaps I have not;
But then you're mad to take offence
That don't give you what I have not got:
Use your common sense.
Let bygones be bygones:
Don't call me false, who owed not to be true:
I'd rather answer "No" to fifty Johns
Than answer "Yes" to you.
Let's mar our plesant days no more,
Song-birds of passage, days of youth:
Catch at today, forget the days before:
I'll wink at your untruth.
Let us strike hands as hearty friends;
No more, no less; and friendship's good:
Only don't keep in veiw ulterior ends, And points not understood
In open treaty. Rise above
Quibbles and shuffling off and on:
Here's friendship for you if you like; but love,-
No, thank you, John.