Where to begin?

I guess the best place to start would probably be at the beginning but this time I think beginning in the middle will do just fine. After all we can always come back to the beginning at the end.

Have I confused you yet? :)

So lots has happened. I got a job, married off my best friend, and I continue to march through my Senior year.

And what beautiful day is has been today.

Lately I have found my self increasingly drawn into the written word, ex specially since I have taken up reading Jane Eyre.

The eloquence, imagery, and originality is astonishing with every page I turn.

"Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton?--a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!--I have as much soul as you,--and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionality's, nor even of mortal flesh;--it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal,--as we are!" (Bronte, ch.22)

Such a passionate reply and such power. As a writer I can't help but admire the style and creativity.

"I would rather you had come and upbraided me with vehemence. You are passionate. I expected a scene of some kind. I was prepared for the hot rain of tears; only I wanted them to be shed on my breast: now a senseless floor has received them, or your drenched handkerchief. But I err: you have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose, then, your heart has been weeping blood?"
(Bronte, Ch.27)

What I wouldn't give to write so incredibly. The image of a bleeding heart strikes such a powerful emotion that it is impossible to avoid the heart wrenching feeling the writer intends to instill in the reader.What a gift.