Ice Cream and Hobbes

In an attempt to being intellectual, I am writing while reading through my reading packet for history. My nerdness got excited today in class because we're starting the Scientific Revolution and discussing philosophers such as Hobbes, Montesquieu, Rousseau, Locke, and my personal favorite Wollstonecraft. Gotta love these guys (and girl). Trying to explain humans, well that's a minefield only the bravest get themselves into. Except Freud, I'm almost certain he just wrote all that stuff just to get on the nerves of as many intellectual-wannabees as possible. I bet he woke up one day and was like, "I know a foolproof plan to become famous and make myself seem super duper smart! I can come up with all this shtuff that no one will understand (or want to) and therefore I will be a genius because no one can understand it!" He was just plain weird. I can appreciate weirdness, but not when it's running Han solo and there's no Sense to accompany it. You have to have some small amount of sense in all that psycho-babble.

And now, as I'm staring at myself in the mirror with my oh so intellectual-looking reading glasses on, I am making studious and quizzical facial expressions and the first thought that comes to my mind is, "I WANT ICE CREAM!" Now, before you jump to conclusions, this isn't completely random because I've been realizing as of late that I have an icky taste in my mouth due to the fact that I accidentally took a nap a couple hours ago, and therefore ice cream would be the perfect solution to that problem.