Pride and Prejudice...specifically, mine.
Sometimes I think that despite my best efforts I'm much more like my parents than I ever wanted to be.
How can I go from being giggly and happy and on top of the world, to quiet and tired and sad and angry and offended and...well, shitty...in the space of 15 minutes? Why am I so mercurial? Why am I so easily offended? Just like my dad; cool, strong, indifferent when he's joking around, but the minute somebody makes a crack at him, he closes up in a little shell of icy displeasure. Am I really like that?
How many of you, when you first met me, thought I was full of myself?
Sigh.* I have a final at 8 am. I have not studied for it yet. I don't have time for this crap, but all I want to do is lie down and die. Or write. Mostly die, thought.
In other news, the movie Pride and Prejudice was fuckin' awesome. I'll see it again, but only if I ever get to go home again.
How can I go from being giggly and happy and on top of the world, to quiet and tired and sad and angry and offended and...well, shitty...in the space of 15 minutes? Why am I so mercurial? Why am I so easily offended? Just like my dad; cool, strong, indifferent when he's joking around, but the minute somebody makes a crack at him, he closes up in a little shell of icy displeasure. Am I really like that?
How many of you, when you first met me, thought I was full of myself?
Sigh.* I have a final at 8 am. I have not studied for it yet. I don't have time for this crap, but all I want to do is lie down and die. Or write. Mostly die, thought.
In other news, the movie Pride and Prejudice was fuckin' awesome. I'll see it again, but only if I ever get to go home again.