I r gr8 English major liek yaaay.
I was about to start this entry with "God, it's early," but then I realized it's... 1:15 in the afternoon? Um. Having days that start, at their earliest, at 11:30 might not be the best thing for my sleeping habits. Given that I'm still in omgwtfneedcoffee, and it's already past lunchtime and I've already been to one class.
Anyway. Symptoms of said biological-clock-fuck and possibly allergies: [1] I can't for the life of me remember the difference between a verb's subject and its object. I mean, of course I know, but for each exercise I have to look back on my cheat sheet to remember which is which. Thus, I feel immensely inadequate in my basic English skills. [2] I hate the word "read." No, seriously. Because it can be a noun, a verb, or an adjective, and it can either a past- or present-tense verb. Oh, and each case has its own fun pronounication. And the only way of FINDING OUT what it means is the contextual evidence in the sentence, except if it's poetry you don't understand, you're sort of screwed because you can't tell if he's a read stranger or you supposed to read the stranger.
GOD, CHRIST ALIVE, I HATE OLD ANNOYING POETRY.
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I want to go back to reading A Valediction Forbidding Mourning*. Because, omfg, nextt smut is so being titled "Dull sublunary lovers' love."
* I typed "morning" originally. I WIN AT LIFE, GUYS.
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Anyway. Symptoms of said biological-clock-fuck and possibly allergies: [1] I can't for the life of me remember the difference between a verb's subject and its object. I mean, of course I know, but for each exercise I have to look back on my cheat sheet to remember which is which. Thus, I feel immensely inadequate in my basic English skills. [2] I hate the word "read." No, seriously. Because it can be a noun, a verb, or an adjective, and it can either a past- or present-tense verb. Oh, and each case has its own fun pronounication. And the only way of FINDING OUT what it means is the contextual evidence in the sentence, except if it's poetry you don't understand, you're sort of screwed because you can't tell if he's a read stranger or you supposed to read the stranger.
GOD, CHRIST ALIVE, I HATE OLD ANNOYING POETRY.
/end
I want to go back to reading A Valediction Forbidding Mourning*. Because, omfg, nextt smut is so being titled "Dull sublunary lovers' love."
* I typed "morning" originally. I WIN AT LIFE, GUYS.
eta: This layout looks crappy and bad in IE. Watch me care.