Day Sixty-five: Madness and the art of Repartee

Well, life went very oddly today. French was basically abysmal. Far more singing than usual. But at least Megan was there, which made me feel loads better. We're eventually going to have all these movie nights that we want to have. Megan and I plan on vegging out one night to all the Harry Potter movies. And then Ericka wants to plan a gothic movie night that will include The Lost Boys and some movie with the word 'gypsy' in the title and perhaps Interview with the Vampire. And we've been planning that Shakespeare movie night for a while now...Lawrence Fishburne as Othello, Mel Gibson in Hamlet and I think...Anthony Hopkins in Titus Andronicus. We'll do it.

English was pretty bizarre. I didn't manage to print off the Milton stuff I needed last night since the computer lab had run out of paper (and we were freezing to death trying to break into Hinata's car) and so I ran to the computer lab in the English building between classes to print off stuff and read what I could of Paradise Regained before class. I'm intrigued. Now I want to read Paradise Lost. Maybe over Christmas break. But Kyle...nice boy. Really. Used to be. And then he asked me when Rodney and I were getting married. I was horrified, to say the least. Not that I don't care about Rodney. But I'm only eighteen, and I don't care if this is Utah. And then Megan jumped in and saved me and said that Rodney didn't believe in marriage. But still. Death to Kyle when I see him next.

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