Act 1, Scene 4

May 29, 2007 01:31

I'm sure there's a saying about things being quiet in a crazy house. If not, somebody quotable should invent one to describe the ABSOLUTE MIND NUMBING PAIN OF BOREDOM THAT I FEEL!!!!

It’s like tiptoeing in a house full of ghosts.

And this place doesn't help, what with its cheerful atmosphere. I’m sure Mary Shelly would like this place, but then again she's a pretty strange lady. Nothing wrong with being little strange! As long as I don’t find Frankenstein stuffed in some closet, I think I can get past the ‘silent as the grave’ feeling.

C'est le temps pour la langue d'amour pour m'encourager!

ça y est c'est reparti je me divise en deux
je suis tout à la fois l'acteur et le décor
je ne sais où je vais, où je vais le saurais-je
je ne vais nulle part mais à toute vitesse

((ooc-English trans for me and the curious:

It's time for the language of love to cheer me up!

That's it, here I go again, I'm dividing into two
I'm both the actor and the scenery
Don't know where I go, where I go should I know?
I go nowhere but I go at full speed))

boredum, marry shelly, strange, quiet, french

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