So.... I'm reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. It's pretty great once you actually get to reading it. I'm not so great at paying attention to Gothic novels. Though I love the style, I find it difficult to read for more than about five minutes. I attempted Dracula last year for an English project, and in turn had to make up half of the stuff I presented due to my inability to finish the novel. The interesting part is that I'm reading an annotated copy from my English teacher. It's intense, mainly because I can hear him in my head screaming the words he's underlined, bracketed, or written about. :D It's scary at times.
Speaking of English.... Everything seemed hilarious today. It was... weird.
With ten minutes left of class and an A.D.D. teacher mumbling to himself at his desk "Ten minutes? What are we going to do in ten minutes?", I turned around to my desk buddy and said something to the effect of "Well this is productive...." Of course, in all her hilarity she retorted smartly in a mock-Bevis voice "I don't know what to do with class... I guess I'll just organize these dumb papers...." Apparently, it hit a chord of amusement in my brain, and I cracked up [finally! It's taken me long enough!] laughing hysterically. Over an imitation? Absolutely. :D Yes. I'll admit. There's something wrong with me.
Anywho.... I'm out [supposedly?] to become vexed over my latest [and possibly greatest] composition. Cheers. {:
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