This is kind of rediculous, I'm exhausted, its about one in the morning and I can't sleep. I have no idea why. I'm not worried about anything and I don't have anything really on my mind. I just can't fall asleep. Its nights like this that I never understand. I should be tired because I've been up all day and I was up all yesterday, but for some odd reason I can't sleep. I feel tired in my eyes, but my brain doesn't feel tired and my body doesn't feel to tired, but I know I should be asleep because I'll regret it in the morning. If I didn't have this foreknowledge of the regret I will feel, I would try to write some of the play I'm working on, but I know that if I start now I'll be up all night and I ought to be asleep. That's the present dilemna. Its not very interesting I know, but I do have an Italian midterm tomorrow and its always better to take a test after sleep, especially in a foreign language. Also, that way I'll be rested enough to know if I lapse into french. Which would be bad. I'm pretty sure any answers in french or spanish on my italian midterm would be marked wrong. On that note, I'm seriously considering a minor or double major in romance languages or linguistics, I'm just going to have to find out what that actually means class-wise. I think a linguistic's minor, although probably useless in the real world, would be really helpful to my writing and ultimately everything is about making my writing better. Speaking of writing.
Charlie Purpura, a professor in my department died over spring break. Its really sad because he affected so many people in my department. I personally didn't know him, but I do recall him stalking around the floor as I sat and read a few times. Its going to affect a lot of peeple I know, especially the other professors. Its going to be a quiet week on the seventh floor.
On a happier note. Monday, which by now is yesterday, was Ostara
OSTARA
The celebration of the vernal equinox. I found out today that at the exact moment of the equinox when everything is exactly balanced a raw egg can be placed with the wider part down and it will stand up by itself. I haven't tried this, but it does make sense because at the moment of equinox the entire universe is at balance. The egg symbol plays an important part in the christian version of Ostara, known as Easter. Eggs are traditionally hidden for children to find and the plastic ones are often filled with chocolate. As most christian holidays this has roots in Celtic traditions and as most Celtic celebrations, this is related to rebirth and fertility. Eggs are an obvious symbol of fertility and by giving them as gifts, the wish for a prosperious year ahead is endowed on the receiver. However, the prosperity does not have to be of a reproductive nature. The festival of Ostara is also linked with the teutonic (dual) goddess Oestre or Eastre. She is the goddess of spring and the dawn, similar to the greek goddess Aurora, but cooler. Oestre's name, or Eastre, gives root to the words "east" (where the sun rises) and a word that relates to female reproduction, which has slipped my mind. The rabbit symbol is also rooted in celtic tradition. They symbolize the emergence of animals from hibernation and, I'm sure, their imfamously rapid rate of reproduction.
Faeries are a large part of modern celtic tradition and I have a few theories about their role in ancient traditions. For many celtic festivals food is left for the faeires. On Ostara, the food is along the lines of sweets, often honey and nector. This is the root of putting candy, or more often chocolate, in the plastic eggs that christians hide around their gardens. Its rather silly, but it does get them outside and into nature, where the equinox should be celebrated, but they never have the right day. Silly christians, following men for the answers to life.

So, yes, all celtic festivals are about sex, but what isn't?

Anyway, Happy Ostara.