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Friday, May 07, 2004

freedom for a pitiful period 

highlight of my day:

i got a hand cramp from writing too much for literature.

but other than that, today was spent being hyperpsychoticspastic in school, and going mad because i have 3 papers left! hyuk hyuk hyuk!!!

*snort*

you know, i really don't get why the literary world is so in love with william shakespeare. firstly, nothing much he wrote in his plays make any sense:

"Yea, there thou mak’st me sad and mak’st me sin
In envy that my Lord Northumberland
Should be the father to so blest a son—
A son who is the theme of honour’s tongue,
Amongst a grove the very straightest plant,
Who is sweet Fortune’s minion and her pride—
Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him
See riot and dishonor stain the brow
Of my young Harry."


hmmm. and on top of that, what IS with the language? doth we ne'er hath need to know? please, shakespeare is, like, so five centures ago.

and while i'm on the topic of william, why is the nickname for william bill?

william gates
william clinton
billiam
will
billiawilliam
billions of billiams

ohh, now i get it. look at how versatile that name is!

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