"I can't tell you what it is, I can only tell you what it feels like ..."
That is by far the greatest line that I've ever encountered. For some reason, money is constantly flowing in and out of her wallet, it's ridiculous. Spent eighty, received forty and then we spent 14 so she has something to pig out to next time she's PMSing.
You think I'm kidding. It's deadly for all of us...
Anyway, no child's play this week. I'll only be able to keep in touch with a few amount of people and an updated status or two. I rocked my psychology project this week, it was fucking great. I had them all by their damn throats, and I just wanted them to know that it's not all fucking butterflies out there in the real world.
Maybe it isn't the real world, maybe it's only the dark side of the world. To bad it's everywhere.
So far, I still have to do:
- The outline of my Hedda Gabler essay (Was she a victim because of her societies standards and is that why she was looked down upon?) I'll have to research some example of a thematic essay, I'll have to use the term, "slaving" loosely in this situation.
- An outline of the Dobe/San essay and its chapters.
- Find quotes for Victorian Era proof in Hedda Gabler for the subject.
Speaking of the above, my partner wasn't here the day that I switched topics.
Hello Rage, welcome to the world of reality. Let me show you around
Yes, please do.
