You forget yourself, sir.

I wonder how many people are synesthetic. I think that everyone experiences some level of this whether they know it (or would like to admit it). In fact, this sparked a miniature debate in my philosophy class today. Philosophy was really pretty interesting. Today we moved onto David Hume, one of the last British empiricists we're taking a look at. His beliefs are really close to those of John Locke's, but he's a true cynic. He doesn't even think one can rationally believe that causes lead to effects just that causes lead to events. It's one of his main arguments. I just find stuff like that mindblowing. He's so cynical, he doesn't believe in anything outside of what can be sensed, though. He got rejected when he tried to become a member of some religious board, and I think that spurned him for good. After that he just sat around with his little intellectual group and giggled at the people who dressed up for church on Sundays.

My latest short story was work shopped yesterday. My creative writing professor enjoyed talking about it so much that she lost track of time, and we spent the entire class on it. I felt bad for my classmate, because his story won't be critiqued until Monday. Oh well. I got a lot of great feedback. It was liked unanimously. They also gave me a lot of great suggestions on how to improve what I have. I think it's going to be substantially longer when I hand in the final draft in a couple weeks.

On a much different note, I totally weirded myself out today. I'd like to weird you out, too. Last night I had some difficulty shutting my mind off in order to go to sleep. I finally wound down, and all of a sudden "Natty Bumppo" popped into my head. I thought, Natty Bumppo? Who was Natty Bumppo? Natty Bumppo. Then I fell asleep and dreamt about everything else in the world besides Natty Bumppo (as far as I can remember). I forgot about it upon waking and went on with my normal Thursday routine. In history we were talking about the literary awakening Ralph Waldo Emerson helped jumpstart, and The Last of the Mohicans was mentioned. I've never read the book, but I did see the movie quite a while ago. My teacher inquired if any of us knew the protagonist's name. No one responded, so he gave the hint that it was the same as a character on a 1960s show involving war and medicine. So I said, "Hawkeye!" My teacher smiled triumphantly. He asked if anyone knew the real name of the character. This was followed by a substantial amount of silence. He reassured us that it was real trivia and not many people really know. Natty Bumppo. Natty Bumppo.