aarrrgggghhh!!!!
I hate modernist fiction. These people need to get a life... It's sooo booorrrinnnggg!!! to read!! I'm sorry, I don't care what you thought about Big Ben striking, or that the dead liver in the butcher's shop was seeping in its own blood but oh so tasty to eat. Idon'tgiveadamn.
I hate modernist fiction. There's nothing in it that appeals to me. The only reason I could read part of Ulysses was because Stephen Dedalus's stream of consciousness was interesting. It was poetic, artistic, contained some thoughts on philosophy and art and life.
Leopold Bloom and Mrs. Dalloway, however? These people need to get an imagination. That's all I got to say. I'm on page three of Mrs. Dalloway and already I'm just sick of the book. blahhhhhhhhsjflfalsdkfj;asldk.
I'm not gonna like my modernist exam because the only things we've read for it are Mrs. Dalloway and Ulysses. Go freakin figure.
I finished Frankenstein, however (finally haha) and I really really liked it. It was imaginative, and enjoyable (no matter how sad it was). It was something I was interested in, and it didn't go on for ever about streets and cars and plain uninteresting things that only interest the thinker of the stream of consciousness.
Oh, and the annoyingannoyingannoyingannoying friends are still in the freakin kitchen/common room. They need to leave so I can make dinner. I want to kick every body out and lock the door. ahhhhhfsdfjsalkjlda!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate people. GO AWAY!!! I'M HUNGRY AND YOU'RE HOGGING A KITCHEN THAT'S NOT EVEN YOUUUURRRRSSSS!!!!!!
I'm angry. And the hunger's not helping. It doesn't help that the football game (aka: soccer) game is on in the room next to mine... too loud and abnoxious with people yelling and going "argh! no!!!" asssssssesssssssss
Don't these people have their own flats!!!!!!!
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I hate modernist fiction. There's nothing in it that appeals to me. The only reason I could read part of Ulysses was because Stephen Dedalus's stream of consciousness was interesting. It was poetic, artistic, contained some thoughts on philosophy and art and life.
Leopold Bloom and Mrs. Dalloway, however? These people need to get an imagination. That's all I got to say. I'm on page three of Mrs. Dalloway and already I'm just sick of the book. blahhhhhhhhsjflfalsdkfj;asldk.
I'm not gonna like my modernist exam because the only things we've read for it are Mrs. Dalloway and Ulysses. Go freakin figure.
I finished Frankenstein, however (finally haha) and I really really liked it. It was imaginative, and enjoyable (no matter how sad it was). It was something I was interested in, and it didn't go on for ever about streets and cars and plain uninteresting things that only interest the thinker of the stream of consciousness.
Oh, and the annoyingannoyingannoyingannoying friends are still in the freakin kitchen/common room. They need to leave so I can make dinner. I want to kick every body out and lock the door. ahhhhhfsdfjsalkjlda!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate people. GO AWAY!!! I'M HUNGRY AND YOU'RE HOGGING A KITCHEN THAT'S NOT EVEN YOUUUURRRRSSSS!!!!!!
I'm angry. And the hunger's not helping. It doesn't help that the football game (aka: soccer) game is on in the room next to mine... too loud and abnoxious with people yelling and going "argh! no!!!" asssssssesssssssss
Don't these people have their own flats!!!!!!!
klsdjfasdofjaiowejk