Surely the best way to disappoint him is to ask him nothing at all...
For the last two days, I have been watching my not-quite-accurately-close-captioned DVD copy of "Pride&Prejudice" (2005) non-stop and I just cannot stop shuddering and sighing and, dare I say, swooning over it. I do not know how or since when, but it's stricken something deep and febrile and hopelessly romantic in me and I simply cannot get it out of my mind. The score is captivating, the cinematography enchanting and the more I watch it, the more I enjoy the subtle yet sensitive performances of the actors. I must go rent the BBC miniseries at once, but in order to truly enjoy it, I would need to get my Biology midterm over with and that...well..might require a bit a studying, which Iam not getting a lot of done.
I shall also re-read the most wonderful novel, but before that, the Commie Mani still needs to be finished and the Calculus assignment won't do itself. So I bid you all good night, good day, and thank you so much for bearing with my sporadic flights of fancy.
I apologize for all the strangle layouts that you might have seen lately. I rather like the black one with yellowish font, but the way it handled comments made it impossible for me to use.
I shall also re-read the most wonderful novel, but before that, the Commie Mani still needs to be finished and the Calculus assignment won't do itself. So I bid you all good night, good day, and thank you so much for bearing with my sporadic flights of fancy.
I apologize for all the strangle layouts that you might have seen lately. I rather like the black one with yellowish font, but the way it handled comments made it impossible for me to use.