whoops
how pathetic is my life? a month goes by and nothing is exciting enough for me to write about. now that is sad. truly, truly sad. and now, the only reason i am writing is because i would rather do anything than read Jane Eyre. which, in my opinion is the most boring book ever. i do not need a one page explanation of how the drapes fold in the red room. for god sakes, get one with it. well, seeing as how i am the most exciting person ever, i'll be going back to the book now. whoohoo. Jess