"To perceive is to suffer" - Aristotle

I decided that today was going to be the day to truly experience this trip. When I woke up, the sun was shining and there was not a cloud in sight. It was one of those mornings that make you feel alive. I was in such a rare state of mind that I even decided to ride beside the Wife of Bath! I do not know what got into me. I guess I wanted to be around someone as lively as I felt. It was a smart choice. She told a tale about what women really want. It kept me entertained, and I even let out some laughter. She can actually be humorous at times. I think I may have wrongly judged her. I even learned a few things. Maybe if I knew earlier that women want power and independence, I could have made Annabelle Lee happy. I guess I will never know...

"An honest man is always a child" - Socrates

I think I've met nearly all of the pilgrims by now, and today I had the distinct privelage of riding with the Reeve. He's not as bad as everyone makes him out to be. I guess, from what others have told me, he lies and steals from his lord, but hey who hasn't lied before right. So far he is the only one who has really befriended me and I think maybe we could get along with each other well, but I'll be sure to keep my eyes and ears wide open. As far as the book goes its starting to get very interesting. I'm nearly half way through, and I feel a bit rejouvinated now a days. The horse he's doing well, looking more plump than ever, ever since the Franklin took him out for a stroll the other night. Well we're about to start traveling again here so I've got to go. Talk to you later.

"Education is the best provision for the journey to old age" - Aristotle

Hello again. So it is day five of my trip to Canterbury. I have been reading as much as possible to avoid conversation, yet, it is proving to be a difficult task. The Miller rode beside me today. I groaned when I saw him coming but I could not completely ignore him. I have not talked to him before today because there has been no need. I hear almost everything he says because he is so loud and obnoxious. He has the mouth of a sailor, and he does not censor himself at all. He never gets tired of talking about how strong he is, but I sure get tired of it. I have never been very concerned with outward appearances. He does make me feel a bit self-conscious, though, considering I am so scrawny. But I do not care. I know that there are more important things in life than being built. A strong mind is much more vital than a strong body. Anyway, I am honestly going to try to enjoy this trip more. Wish me luck!

"Thou shouldst eat to live; not live to eat"--Socrates

I suppose four days have already passed and I'm feeling exhausted. I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I'm only a quarter of the way through my latest novel "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance," but it's one of the best I've ever read, quite insightful if I do say so myself. But the real reason I've been having trouble sleeping and am feeling so exhausted is because of a man known as the Franklin. From what I hear he can throw quite the shindig, but that's part of the reason I came on this pilgrimmage, to get away from all the crazed college partiers, and now I have to deal with one on this veeeery long journey...GREAT!!!!!. Night after night it's all you can eat and drink, you would think it would get tiring after a while,but no the other pilgrims seem to find this all entertaining and enjoyable. I'm not sure if I could ever get the same enjoyment out of it as they do, but hey maybe I should try to make more of an effort to fit in around here after all that is the reason I've come on this journey; to make a change, but for now I am content with who I am. I'd love to hear what you have to say though. Leave me a comment and I'll get back to you as soon as I get a chance. Until then take care.

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle" - Plato

I've sucessfully avoided The Wife of Bath today, but I found some new people whom I was introduced today. I have met the Yeoman and the Nun. They seem like nice people, but something seems very fake about them. I feel like I'm surrounded by "posers"! Is anybody genuine anymore? The only way I can escape these people is by reading "Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintinence", my book. I seem to be the only intelligent person who reads, although I also spend more money on books than clothes or even food. I'm really hoping all these people aren't mindless and fake, because I don't think I can handle this stupidity. It's night time now and I think I'm going to read then crash. There's this rich fat guy who seems to be having a party, and it's distracting me from reading and sleeping. I guess I'll have to just ignore them. Have a Good Night, because I'm not going to!