Aug 31, 2007 23:24
And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern all closed, closed so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly, very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed.
I had to bite my tongue when this was read aloud today in AP Literature.
This is from The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe, in case you were wondering.
In other news, I'm tired of manufacturing random crushes on people, flirting like crazy, and then once I have 'em in my hands, I'm like, "Okay, no". It always happens. I'll like people, and then realize I don't like them all that much, and then I won't care, because I'm like that. And then I still crave male attention, and physical attention (that of which I do not receive) and it's just so frustrating. Frustrating like drawing that monster shrubbery thing in art and like that kid in literature. I want to beat the crap out of him. I mean wow, seriously, I'm not one to discriminate people because of their age or anything, but I think he's this stupid because he's younger than everyone and he's trying to get attention by being all kooky and random and having an unintelligible comment for absolutely everything in class. Funfact: It doesn't work. Funfact #2: the VMA's are on my birthday, lol.