Monday, January 13, 2003
at 2:09 PMAnd For What?
For my English literary criticism project I am reading Virginia Woolfe's To The Lighthouse. What I read thus far during our time in the library this afternoon I liked well enough. The stream-of-consciousness style might get on my nerves if I read too much at one sitting, though; I think I'll take this novel in pieces.
I asked Zach at lunch if he likes his penis. I won't elaborate; I'm noting this here more for my own reference at a later date.
My newspaper story on the Creative Writing Club is due tomorrow, apparently. Who knew? Not I. Maybe I ought to write it. It does help tremendously that I'm President of the club.
The Father just arrived home, inquiring as to why I was not at Japanese class. I informed him that April and I skipped to eat out at McDonald's, that most fantabulously healthful food-consumption facility for teenage girls. He seemed mildly displeased. Well, at least I am not Michael, who failed at least three of his classes last semester. More of my tuition money down the summer school drain. That little bastard child.
The computer keys are making my fingers smell like Brut (there should be an umlaut over the "u"). Well, like Brut and a combination of cigarette ashes. The Father spends in here too much of his valuable time.
Maybe I'll go do some research on Napoleon Bonaparte now, even though Zach appears to have all the facts straight in his head.
