Not much to report. Well, for me, "not much to report" means "nothing to say and a few thousand words to say it in."
Shame on me.
Wrote my essay on Wordsworth yesterday, because I still hadn't finished Frankenstein. I actually like the book, though, so I guess I'll work on reading it... in... my... copious spare time... which I am using... to update my LJ.
Anyways, I gave Willy way too much credit. If you ask my essay, every single word of "Strange fits of passion have I known" was selected specifically to support my thesis. Improbable? Highly. Impossible? Barely not quite no, which is precisely why it might work.
The paper actually went by surprisingly fast, actually, and I was done by eleven, which I think is a new record for papers I have started after five PM. ...then I took a shower and spent awhile recuperating, after which point it was two in the morning. I FAIL at getting to sleep so bad. So bad. So, so, so bad.
Though as
I was going to show you a dumb/awesome gag comic I thought of, but I haven't drawn it yet. Instead, you can anticipate it until I do. And speculate on how amazing it's going to be. Because it will be. Other than the fact that I drew it. The joke, I think, is funny. All like three words of it.
And I heard a rather amusing/depressing/mortifying conversation in my second English class today. This is pretty much verbatim; for some reason I remembered it perfectly long enough to write it down at the beginning of my next class.
Girl sitting next to me: "...I had the flu and seasonal asthma."
Boy in the row behind: "That sucks."
Girl: "Yeah, it was hard. But then I got a week's worth of partying into two days."
Boy: "Yeah, I started on Thursday."
Girl: "Did you still go to section [on Friday]?"
Boy: "Yeah."
Girl: "Did you? ...It was my boyfriend's friend's twenty-first birthday, so we drove down to [???? -- someplace four hours southward]... [Detailed inventory of kegs here] ...I don't drink much anymore, but I can still pack in ten or fifteen beers without throwing up or even stumbling around much. But I feel it the next morning."
Say it with me, children:
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