In Which The Sun Gods Become Wrathful

My entire back is bright red, except for a line down my back from the tie on my halter dress. M and I have spent the evening reapplying vaseline to our sunburns and asking ourselves why we didn't use more sunscreen. Today was Tea Day, the last day of recruitment, and we spent at least five hours in the sun because our tea was held outside. Last year was cold and cloudy, but I'm beginning to wish that this year's weather was more like last year's. Tea Day itself went really well. It's our strongest recruitment event. We had a pretty small group of girls attend, but I wouldn't be surprised if most of them preferenced us. I have to admit, I've been in an antisocial mood lately, so I spent most of recruitment talking to girls I already know (like the twins D and N, who are finally rushing as juniors).

M and I finally caught up on True Blood, watching two seasons in about three weeks. I'm not sure what it is about vampires that's so sexy, but Eric and Bill have definitely stolen my heart. A part of me likes the books better, but the show is still pretty fantastic. Consider it recommended.

The other day I was reading articles on the NY Times website, and I came across an article about a Carl Jung book that is being published for the first time ever. It's called the Red Book, and it details and analyzes his own descent into psychosis and schizophrenic episodes. Apparently, he went through a breakdown in his late 30s and then decided to embrace his madness in order to analyze it and better understand it. He kept the book locked in a drawer for most of his life, and his descendants have kept it in a Swiss bank vault since his death. I'm fascinated by psychosis and hallucinations, so I cannot wait for this book to come out. The editor spent over five years trying to understand the book and adding footnotes.