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dragon_requiem
- February 4th, 18:49
in stat lab.
I think this is the most pointless class I have ever taken.
But at least my proff's accent is amusing. She's Chinese, and her accent is heavy, so half the time you either can't understand her, or trying not to laugh.
Tried to curl my hair last night. Didn't exactly go that well. Apparently my hair was too thick, even though I seperated it into such small portions that it took me three hours to do. I'm thinkning of buy those big plastic curlers and just leaving them in while I sleep.
I started readning Wuthering Heights yesterday. Am only thirty-ish pages in, and I'm not really sure I'm liking it. I LOVED Pride and prejudice (even though it took me a while to get used to the writing style) and was excited for Wuthering Heights cause it was written around the same time. But its just not doing it for me. And I'm a little confused. I thought it was supposed to be a romance, but so far, I don't really see any romantic prospects. I'm pretty sure the main character is a guy, Mr. Lockwood (unless its a cross dress story, which I would love) and I'm pretty sure its not a B-Love novel so I don't see him hooking up with Heathcliff. Unfortuantely.
Then there's Joseph. I can't understand a word he says.
"what are ye for? t' maister's dahn i' t' fowld. Go rahnd by th' end o' laith, if yah went tuh spake tull him. They's nobbut t' missus; and shoo'll nut open 't an ye mak yer flaysome dins till neeght."
WTF?
I get the jist of it. But most of it goes right over my head.
I'll continue reading it though, I'm not going to pass on a classic just cause it doesn't immediately suck me in.
I've decided, as soon as I get a job I'm buying a bookshelf and organizing my books, alphabetical by author. It'll be amazing.
On that note, I'm keeping a record of all the books I'm reading this year. I think it'll be intersting to see how much I read in a year. On average, last year, I read roughly four a month, depending on what I was reading, but in December alone I read 13 books. So it varies from month to month. It also helps that December was the month I got dead from EVER SICKNESS KNOWN TO MAN and quit my job. So I was stuck at home on the couch while I recovered, with nothing but the torture that is daytime television to ocupy my time. *shudder*
I went to a movie with my cousin last week. We talked about how he was enjoying highschool. He's going to the one I went to. I got nostalgic and started telling him of all the fun things that happened in my classes, like the time we made a bomb in Stuart's bio class, or when we did nothing but play games in Pourier's (sp?) forensics. Or when we all went to Galaxyland to "study" the rollercoasters for physics. Or when Kinga put fucking Hidrochloric acid IN HER EYE in chem. idtiot. we had to use the eye wash station, which I'm sure hadn't been used since the school opened.
And the sad part?
He had no idea who I was talking about.
All of my favorite teachers had left. And I only graduated three years ago.
*sigh*
It makes me feel old.