That bloody butcher, that surgeon, bearing silver instruments of precision. She might as well use a cleaver. I truly cannot understand the logic of cutting hair.
Sigh, anyway about my rather mundane life. Just trotting through it if your wondering.
Now I truly cannot decide which I love more, Austen or Plath. Yes you seldom hear of people complaining about authors they love. But which do i love more....hmmm.
lets compare two ridiculously brilliant authors,
Plath - suicidal
Austen-unmarried (rather ironic as she writes on marriage)
hmmmm both really really hate the world, which I am not a particularly fond of.
really confused. hah anyway, common test is coming and I am really really not prepared.
but what do i care. oh yes maybe because A's are coming ...erm i really should take that into consideration. Nah. I'll get through... somehow.
AHHHHHH!!!!
oh on a side note.... i am still in an identity crisis...
P.S this is not really me writing this post
