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Oh English

Oh English, how grateful I am that I speakest thou,
And have a vast vocabulary of words to show,
how I am feeling.
If only I had time to learn them all,
and master using them correctly.

We were given a list of words an adequate writer doesn't use today in Brit Lit and I was embarrassed at how many of those words sneak their way into my vocabulary. I'm going to get them out of my language. Like nail chewing and chocolate consumption, they're a habit so it might take some time to break it. I'm literally staring at my keyboard right now going, oh golly which words can I type. Instead of a steady rhythm of words being brought to life it's choppy and non soothing.

Pictures of the day:



HE'S HOLDING CHOCOLATE!
The first is the bestby's brand. He's been drawing it on my arm from before we were dating and I love it. It was his cool way of flirting. I remember I came home one day and my dad saw it and was like who drew that and I was like Sammy and he was like tell her to get some paper and I was like Sammy's a guy and he was like oh. And then we were dating the next week :)

And the second is a heart I drew on the bestby's head. I thought it was cool!

Today we sat outside and took turns reading The Giver in the sun. I haven't read that book since the 5th grade and I forgot how amazing it is and weird. I can't wait to keep reading it in the sunshine! That's the best way to read books.

Wuthering Heights is frustrating me. Impending doom is coming but it's taking it's sweet time getting there! Emily Bronte- you are an amazing writer and I'm glad that you were able to reveal who you really were so you can get credit. I wish you'd written more novels. Sigh. The newest film version just won an award in Italy and I cannot wait until it finally makes it's way to America so I can see it!

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