Essay whaaaat?

[shutitoff]

I should be working on my Constructing the Self essay, so naturally I am LJing instead.

(Do other countries have LJ Hooker ads on TV? I can't remember what they are for, only that at the end a lady sings "LJ Hooker you're the best" and a little blonde girls is swept into some big grownup arms. I don't know what this means. But anyway, I always think about LJ hookers when I blog, and you should know this.)

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I have kindly rewritten the ending of Mansfield Park in poetry form.

Fanny, infatuated with shrubberies,
joins the Knights Who Say 'Ni,'
and lives happily ever after,
and doesn't marry her cousin,
because that's dirty.

Edmund discovers he
really likes Turkish Delight
(as is his namesake);
he joins C. S. Lewis' clergy.

Mr Rushworth gets in a fight
with Mr Crawford, who dies,
and Mr R is left with fourty-two stitches
(but o, how fun to count!)

So maybe I should get back to work. I really resent having to think so much about Fanny Price.