Hi Everybody!
So, I decided to be good today and get some reading done for English. It was going pretty well, my focus not wandering to Green Day/slash very often, when I came across this little poem buried in my readings. Here's a play by play:
Sitting on my bed, books and papers spread around, putting the whole length of the room between myself and the internet, trying to get just a little bit of work done. Reading well written but somewhat boring/tedious poems, prose and plays by various authors. Flips to poem number three.
*reads* *confused face* *chuckles* *shifty eyes* *posts on LJ*
And, for any who care to read:
The Imperfect Enjoyment Written in 1680! I love English.
Now I'm going to catch up on comments in LJ land...excitement! Then, perhaps, to the writing...Erm.