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Mar. 15th, 2009 06:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yuuago"Asshole."
"Bitch."
"Douchebag."
"Faggot."
"Pfft, so're you. Nerd."
"... Yeah, and?"
(The characters having the above dialogue are probably not who you might first think of)
... I really want to write that fanfiction based on "Wash me Clean" now. D: Bugger. Maybe I'll grab a chance to do it tomorrow before class. I intend it to be very short. *pause* It's strange. When I write brothers, I base their interactions off the relationship I have with my own brother, like the uh... lovingly-exchanged insults above, but our relationship is nowhere near as good as the ones that I write about. Sigh. I wish it was.
Anyway, I steamrolled my way through Aboriginal Literature. Now I need to put my nose to the grindstone and finish Journal of the Plague Year for tomorrow. Or at least mostly finish it. I'm meeting with the prof to discuss some things relating to that class tomorrow, and I need to know what I'm talking about. I... I'm a little nervous, to be honest. But, I'll deal with that when it's time.
Need to finish Tristram Shandy for Tuesday. Sigh. I am going to be so glad to be done with this book. Screw postmodernism. Well, hell, it isn't even postmodernism; it's from before postmodernism was cool.
I don't even like eighteenth-century literature at all. I wonder why I bothered to take that class. *pause* Okay, I lie. So far I'm really liking DeFoe. I want to read more of him. Moll Flanders sounds like a good place to start. But the rest of those guys? They and their ridiculous wigs can go fuckoff, thank you very much.
And in case anyone was wondering, I feel a lot better now. ♥ Work is good for the soul.
"Bitch."
"Douchebag."
"Faggot."
"Pfft, so're you. Nerd."
"... Yeah, and?"
(The characters having the above dialogue are probably not who you might first think of)
... I really want to write that fanfiction based on "Wash me Clean" now. D: Bugger. Maybe I'll grab a chance to do it tomorrow before class. I intend it to be very short. *pause* It's strange. When I write brothers, I base their interactions off the relationship I have with my own brother, like the uh... lovingly-exchanged insults above, but our relationship is nowhere near as good as the ones that I write about. Sigh. I wish it was.
Anyway, I steamrolled my way through Aboriginal Literature. Now I need to put my nose to the grindstone and finish Journal of the Plague Year for tomorrow. Or at least mostly finish it. I'm meeting with the prof to discuss some things relating to that class tomorrow, and I need to know what I'm talking about. I... I'm a little nervous, to be honest. But, I'll deal with that when it's time.
Need to finish Tristram Shandy for Tuesday. Sigh. I am going to be so glad to be done with this book. Screw postmodernism. Well, hell, it isn't even postmodernism; it's from before postmodernism was cool.
I don't even like eighteenth-century literature at all. I wonder why I bothered to take that class. *pause* Okay, I lie. So far I'm really liking DeFoe. I want to read more of him. Moll Flanders sounds like a good place to start. But the rest of those guys? They and their ridiculous wigs can go fuckoff, thank you very much.
And in case anyone was wondering, I feel a lot better now. ♥ Work is good for the soul.
Yuu. Fic writer & book lover. M/Canada.