The only people for me are the mad ones...

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are made to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding."
--Jack Kerouac

I think Jack says it best. Passion. Not boredom. Not redundancy. Not stupidity. Not dependency. Not complacency. Daringness. Eccentricity. Brilliance. Boldness. Greatness. A never ending thirst for extraordinary experiences that push you to your limits. This is what I want for myself. This is what I want to surround myself with. Everyone is capable of this "madness". It is like an airborne sickness, brought on by everything I see around me and everything I long for, be it the eclecticness of other cultures or the desire I have for a deep, can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, world series kind of love. I want to burn.

Not much going on this afternoon. Last night I braved Super Walmart with my roommate, which is always an experience. I rewarded myself with what I like to call my "trash" reading, meaning I picked up several magazines such as "People", "US Weekly", "Women's Health", etc. When I am forced to read such heavy material for school, at night before bed I like to read the "trash" lit. Currently, for school I am reading The House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne. I think that's the only novel right now. I am also reading a lot of seventeenth century authors for that class, such as Donne, Jonson, and Herrick. On my own time I am finishing up Smart Women Finish Rich, which I highly recommend to all women, and Emotional Intelligence : Why It Can Matter More Than IQ. Both books are extremely interesting, and I hope to be learning from all that I am reading, because if I am not, what's the point?

Well, I am officially off work and headed to the gym. I hope you all have a terrific week.