That great quote (look up…) comes from 4th century BCE Greece from a charming person named Menander. And that’s my opening line for my term paper.

Oh, I wish I could take the day off as a breather, but my English paper will not (unfortunately…) write itself. So, therefore, the show must go on. Or my keyboard must further endure my abuse of it. My English paper has one of the best topics that I’ve ever come up with (on my own…) and it’s going to be linked to Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations and be a paper on the benefits of child abuse in the 19th century. I don’t condone abuse, but I will still be writing a satirical paper (8-10 pages) on why it was beneficial to abuse children back then. For an example? The Book of Proverbs said that “He who spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him disciplines him early”. And given that many people were religious at the time, it’s what they all believed. Abuse your kid, make sure they get sent to Heaven. See, it’s was a fair trade in many people’s eyes.

That being said, I’m so glad I don’t live in 19th century Britain.

I went to bed at like… 3:30am. Ugh, never again. I know I say that every single time, but at least it won’t be happening tonight since tomorrow’s Monday (yay… school…). I stayed up to finish notes on an article I found online for my paper and talking to Clay. I know, he pisses me off but I still talk to him. Then again, he reads my other blog and was really worried and wanted to know what was going on. Ugh. Men. But… I don’t know. The conversation went okay, I guess.

But to end off on a good note, click here and listen to this song that I’ve been listening to lately (Taylor Swift’s Fearless).

3 Responses

  1. Ill be glad when you go on christmas break and get to just.. relax.

    I read the last entry with the boy and I’m very angry about it. It’s getting to a point now where I think it’s ridiculous and I’m starting to feel different about him then before. I know I don’t know him, but I know all you’ve told me about him (both good, bad, sweet, and annoying) and this is getting progressively worse as far as him not seeing you goes. I understand needing to be with family once.. maybe twice.. but My. Fucking. God. This is ridiculous and it seems like he’s just using you as a YoYo, toying with your emotions. What’s going to happen is you will fall hopelessly inlove with this boy because sometime’s he’s cute and sweet and ultimately he will break your fragile little heart and then I’ll be sad because you’re sad and then I’ll have to had another name to my hit list; thanks to my sister it’s already at 27. Not that she’s on it, but rather I have to wack alot of people.

    ..and if you’re a reader and you’re reading this, please don’t call the cops. I’m not really ‘wacking’ anyone.

  2. What’s with everyone I know and listening to Taylor Swift?
    Seriously, it keeps coming up in conversation with people.
    I don’t see the appeal.

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