Erasmus and Adventures

I'm tired of sitting at a computer. However, it's been a while since I last posted a blog (last time I talked with mom she mentioned this fact) so I thought I'd attempt to write something. Perhaps it wouldn't seem like such a daunting task but I've been studying for the Humanities 202 course I'm taking via independent study and don't have many original thoughts roaming free through my brain anymore. The ones I do have go something like this:
"Who is Erasmus? Why does the textbook keep referring to him like I should know him? I bet he's not as cool as the sting ray or even the starfish I saw on Saturday morning when I was snorkeling. I really wish the dolphins would have been out then. L, M, and I swam A LOT in search of them. Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to be studying.
"Where was I? Erasmus. Hmmm. . . Why does my professor want me to know who he is for the mid-term? I bet my teacher wouldn't want to inflict such pain on his students if he had seen the sharks the other guys in our group saw. They were only resting under the warm pipe so maybe he still would enjoy being a sadistic educator. The sea turtles were a lot of fun though. Swimming with them may warm his little heart unless. . . well, what if he's related to that sick-o who recently killed one of the big turtles at Turtle Beach by cutting off its flipper/foot and head. No, I shouldn't think stuff like that. Teaching is a noble profession and he probably only has noble thoughts. Then again, Alberto Fujimori was a professor and now he's awaiting trial for human rights abuses. Okay, enough mean thoughts. Crabs are mean.
"Remember that feisty rock crab you caught last week? It kept looking for ways to get your fingers into its claws. It managed to a few times. Lucky for you it couldn't get a good angle. Sand crabs are much nicer and much calmer. They accept the fact that they have been caught. I wonder if Erasmus was a crab if he'd be a rock or a sand crab? Erasmus? What's he doing in my thoughts of last week's adventures? That's right. I have a mid-term I'm supposed to be preparing for. Sigh. I suppose I should be like a sand crab and accept the fact I should be studying.
"Ready, Erasmus. He was considered the. . . oh, no the library is closing. That means I have to stop studying and leave the computer. Good. I'm tired of sitting at the computer."