There. Crackers have been eaten. Crisis averted.
As I was saying, sometimes I feel like that painting right there. I want to scream! Things that make me want to scream include Bible class and PE class because of the sheer tedium of Numbers (the tedium, she is sheer!) and my utter inability to do a push-up, respectively. (Seriously, it's kind of pathetic. I can't even get in proper push-up position without instantly falling down. On my face. It would be funny if it weren't for the crushing effect it has on my self-esteem. I am only being a little bit hyperbolic.)
Other things that make me want to scream? Latin pronouns. (Quis cuius cui quem quo! Qui quorum quibus quos quibus! Quis cuius cui quem quo! Quae quarum quibus quas quibus! Quid cuius cui quid quo! Quae quorum quibus quos quibus! Quack! Quirk! Quark! I like to say quark! Quark quark quark quark quark quark - *is shot*)
Not all the news, fortunately, is terrible. I have twenty thousand words. Here's today's excerpt:
“The willingness to give up one’s hat for the cause of justice is an admirable, and yet all too rare, quality.”
“Yes, well,” I said. “I’ll be expecting the cause of justice to be giving me a new hat now, of course.”
(I want to tell you that not all of the book is funny. There are lots of serious bits. But let's be honest, funny bits are more fun, and easier, and that's all I want to share right now. So that's all you're getting.)
There's also something else filling me with glee, but that warrants a WHOLE OTHER POST. So... nyah, I suppose. Until next time!