"That's Freud!"

Dear Heart,
Another lovely day! I've been struggling to write my column for next week, but got a breakthrough around 11.45 a.m. today, surrounded by empty pop bottles and apple cores. I'm putting all of my columns up here. It isn't very jazzy or exciting, but I'm so bad at backing up work that I'm afraid of losing things altogether!
Erin, Elsie, Sophie and I sat down to prepare for our presentation on Identity in Frankenstein this afternoon. I could honestly spend forever talking about books! Everyone thinks English Literature is so simplistic. What they don't realise is that any of the texts we study can be about politics, art, science, religion, feminism, philosophy, psychology, history and, dare I say it, human beings. It's the study of ourselves. I can't get enough of it. I never want to stop learning and reading the way I am now.
At small moments in today's discussion I was even a bit proud of myself. I think I was being quite clever; I was saying things - things that were entirely my own - that helped the others understand. I was leading the discussion, shaping it, making sure everyone had a place to speak and share their views. I'm really excited about what we put together.
I never want to stop this.
The Lit. girls decided to watch Jane Eyre, as Elsie has never seen an adaptation. Frances arrived part way through, armed with Bramley apple pies that we coated in cream and heated in the microwave. Part way through the second episode I looked around and realised that a wonderful evening, a single pure moment, had blossomed out of nowhere. We hadn't planned anything in advance. Life just happens, good or bad, and all you can do is soak up the goodness while you can.
I hung around at the bottom of the stairs to talk to my housemates far longer than I usually would, and just enjoyed being for a few minutes. I've heard it's good for you!
Love, Lydia x