Life with no school is so absolutely lovely. The joy of sleeping in late every morning, the endless sampling of home-cooked food throughout the day, the reading of novels and the listening to music, coupled with a few hours of star-gazing by the pool in the wee hours of the morning, it's just so fantastic that I no longer mind staying home and getting fat. It's the kind of life, so totally trouble-free, with no work to settle and no relationship to maintain that I feel entirely at ease with myself and my surroundings. It's the kind of life I want, to live out my fantasies as the protagonist in all those novels under the starry skies of the night. It's such a pleasure to imagine myself as Christine Daae, being kidnapped by the mysterious phantom of the opera, or Elizebeth Bennet, being courted by the disagreeable Mr Darcy or Scarlett O'Hara, dancing around her beaus and having them fall so totally in love with her. Oh life's so much more enjoyable this way, for me to dream of my dear old Rhett Butler and swoon in his presence. Who cares about reality now, I'm so much happier this way. I hope this lasts.