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Shiloh is gone for the next two days. It borders on very pathetic how little time we are actually capable of enduring apart. Fortunately/unfortunately we're going to be forced to work on that this semester.
In other news, I FREAKIN JUST FINISHED THE BOOK OF MARGERY KEMPE. Yes, I was supposed to have read it several months ago in Brit Lit. No, I never made it past the first 100 pages. Yes, I decided to finish it at home because a) I'm mildly OCD and am incapable of leaving anything incomplete, even if completing it is of no further value to me, and b) I'm taking Brit Lit II next semester and would feel better about myself if I had actually done all the reading in Brit Lit I. So anyway, that's one less reading I need to get done before I get back and one more book I can sell back when I get back. Yay for me.
And by the way, never read The Book of Margery Kempe. It's the worst book in the history of literature. I know because I've read absolutely everything encompassed in literature. I also have flown from large buildings and doubled at night as one of those disturbingly masculine female wrestlers. Oh and I once ate a cow. Whole. And alive.
I probably shouldn't be allowed to speak.
Anyway, I now have 12 readings to finish from Brit Lit I before I start Brit Lit II. But none of them are actual books, and most of them are fairly short. I should never be as lazy as I was last semester again.
So I don't forget. I need to
- pay my car insurance
- renew my FAFSA
- find a copy of my paid tuition bill and mail it to the Rotary scholarship people
- I think that's it.
Oh and I should probably get my brake lights/left turn signal replaced. Although I find it highly amusing when I approach the point in the road where I intend to make a left turn and the car directly behind me doesn't know that I'm braking or turning. Cracks me up. I like to live life on the edge.
Anyway, this entry has no point. Unlike the rest of my entries, which serve a great purpose to humanity as a whole.
I'm out.
In other news, I FREAKIN JUST FINISHED THE BOOK OF MARGERY KEMPE. Yes, I was supposed to have read it several months ago in Brit Lit. No, I never made it past the first 100 pages. Yes, I decided to finish it at home because a) I'm mildly OCD and am incapable of leaving anything incomplete, even if completing it is of no further value to me, and b) I'm taking Brit Lit II next semester and would feel better about myself if I had actually done all the reading in Brit Lit I. So anyway, that's one less reading I need to get done before I get back and one more book I can sell back when I get back. Yay for me.
And by the way, never read The Book of Margery Kempe. It's the worst book in the history of literature. I know because I've read absolutely everything encompassed in literature. I also have flown from large buildings and doubled at night as one of those disturbingly masculine female wrestlers. Oh and I once ate a cow. Whole. And alive.
I probably shouldn't be allowed to speak.
Anyway, I now have 12 readings to finish from Brit Lit I before I start Brit Lit II. But none of them are actual books, and most of them are fairly short. I should never be as lazy as I was last semester again.
So I don't forget. I need to
- pay my car insurance
- renew my FAFSA
- find a copy of my paid tuition bill and mail it to the Rotary scholarship people
- I think that's it.
Oh and I should probably get my brake lights/left turn signal replaced. Although I find it highly amusing when I approach the point in the road where I intend to make a left turn and the car directly behind me doesn't know that I'm braking or turning. Cracks me up. I like to live life on the edge.
Anyway, this entry has no point. Unlike the rest of my entries, which serve a great purpose to humanity as a whole.
I'm out.