Tuesday, August 23, 2005
I am writing my essay, I am I am.
I am lying, I am I am.
I must write it, I must I must.
I must write another 1064 words, I must I must.
I must stop repeating myself, I must.
I will do my essay now, I trust.
After this haiku:
Essays are not fun
The greek is hard, the thoughts,
they are hard to find.
I must write it, I must I must.
I must write another 1064 words, I must I must.
I must stop repeating myself, I must.
I will do my essay now, I trust.
After this haiku:
Essays are not fun
The greek is hard, the thoughts,
they are hard to find.
The Tale of the Evil Door of Doom, and other stories.
Once upon a time, there was a girl called Mary, and she was incredibly inept.
So she bumped into the sliding door, and it fell off its slider and, had the hallway been wider, would have landed on the poor timid dog.
As it was it hit the wall.
Bit like the ad, really. Door obviously hadn't been eating its Molenberg. I would've done a TM there, but couldn't figure out how.
Went to the library yesterday, and rented a fabulous book [rented? that sounds odd, but I mean, it's what you do.] called The Defiant One. In which Andrew de Montefort (hereinafter referred to as The Defiant One) is a scientist, or an inventor if you will, who has been a bit loopy ever since he fell out of a tall building while testing his flying machine and simultaneously escaping from a fire. Anyway, the, sorry, The Defiant One accidentally creates an aphrodisiac - oh, by the way, this is an historical romance - which the immensely unattractive yet at the same time incredibly beautiful and insanely wealthy and intelligent heroine Lady Celsina Somebody challenges herself to drink. So scratch intelligent, actually.
So The Defiant One and Lady Intelligent with a dog fetish (it would seem), have rampant sex, and then of course they have to get married, but they don't want to. So they have more rampant sex, and then The Defiant One's scheming but nice older brother The Wicked One tricks them into marriage. And then they live happily ever after, after The Wicked One, whose real name is Lucien, Duke of Blackheath, has killed Celsie's scheming and evil stepbrother Gerald.
I can just feel my braincells rotting. How marvellous.
So she bumped into the sliding door, and it fell off its slider and, had the hallway been wider, would have landed on the poor timid dog.
As it was it hit the wall.
Bit like the ad, really. Door obviously hadn't been eating its Molenberg. I would've done a TM there, but couldn't figure out how.
Went to the library yesterday, and rented a fabulous book [rented? that sounds odd, but I mean, it's what you do.] called The Defiant One. In which Andrew de Montefort (hereinafter referred to as The Defiant One) is a scientist, or an inventor if you will, who has been a bit loopy ever since he fell out of a tall building while testing his flying machine and simultaneously escaping from a fire. Anyway, the, sorry, The Defiant One accidentally creates an aphrodisiac - oh, by the way, this is an historical romance - which the immensely unattractive yet at the same time incredibly beautiful and insanely wealthy and intelligent heroine Lady Celsina Somebody challenges herself to drink. So scratch intelligent, actually.
So The Defiant One and Lady Intelligent with a dog fetish (it would seem), have rampant sex, and then of course they have to get married, but they don't want to. So they have more rampant sex, and then The Defiant One's scheming but nice older brother The Wicked One tricks them into marriage. And then they live happily ever after, after The Wicked One, whose real name is Lucien, Duke of Blackheath, has killed Celsie's scheming and evil stepbrother Gerald.
I can just feel my braincells rotting. How marvellous.
