Rush. It was amazing. We got 29 (29!!) new Phis and they are all just such incredible girls, I cannot get over it. Additionally, I have a Little! She is fabulous and such an amazing addition to our loving, musically inclined phamily. We also have a returning frat that recolonized, so we're very excited to have new social opportunities. Oh yes.

So...the actual reason I decided to write this one was to relate the love of Keats and Shelley. I think that in a short while, I'll be doing a lot more writing because seriously..."spontaneous overflow of emotions recollected in tranquility?" Mantra. Thank you Wordsworth. I just got caught up in "Ode to the West Wind" last night and I had to walk outside the house at 2am in order to read it out loud in the freezing cold, but the sensation was absolutely incredible and quite literally breathtaking. I'm really remembering this semester why I'm an English major and how much of a flaming Romantic I am. It's a wonderful, beautiful, terrible thing.

"Oh! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

"A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud."

-Just one small portion of "Ode to the Western Wind."

Oh yeah and Dionysus. Is in nearly every single thing we're read. Only in a slightly bothersome way that is somewhere between Bacchus and Dionysus...but I'll ignore that bit.

Oooh and "To Autumn." JOY. Ok, I'm going to go write about the intertextual converstaion between Keat's "Nightingale" and other poets' birds now.