I love my job! I'll write more later, when I'm not super tired.
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Elizabeth: Which of the painted peacocks is our Mr Bingley?
Charolette: He's on the right. On the left is his sister.
Elizabeth: The person with the quizzical brow?
Charolette: That is his good friend, Mr Darcy.
Elizabeth: He looks miserable, poor soul.
Charolette: He may be, but poor he is not.
Elizabeth: Tell me
Charolette: 10,000 a year, and he owns ( Read more... )

Chapter VI

The ladies of Longbourn soon waited on those of Netherfield. The visit was returned in due form.  Miss Bennet's pleasing manners grew on the goodwill of Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley; and though the mother was found to be intolerable and the younger sisters not worth speaking to, a wish of being better acquainted with them was expressed ( Read more... )

Okay. I am beyond frustrated. My. Roommates. Are. Killing. Me.
I've come to terms with the speaking Korean, nothing but Korean. I don't really care about that anymore. Mostly, it's just background noise. If they're speaking a language I can't understand, then it's something my mind can't focus on. Therefore, no distractions.

However, they speak ( Read more... )

My ipod died today. He won't turn on. So I thought his battery was dead. But he won't charge, either.. Soo.. I'm sad. I don't know what to do. I wish he'd come back alive. Anyone have a defibrillator on hand?

In other news, kissing random, really attractive, slightly intoxicated boys is my new favourite pastime.

Also, my loan still hasn't come in. ( Read more... )

So. I might just start using this thing more often, since Facebook is now officially fucked up. I guess I'll put a couple little things about my life right now..

My sister and I are painting our room. We have been in the process of doing this for about ...two weeks? Now, a lot of people would speculate that it doesn't take two people two weeks to ( Read more... )

Can love really die? I mean, if you truly love someone, is it possible to just ...stop?

I need you to know how much you mean to me.
I love you more than you could ever imagine, because you are everything to me.
You are everything that I am not, and everything that I wish I could be.
You complete me in that you fill the empty holes that I know I have in my mind, my heart, my soul, my personality.
You make me challenge myself in so many ( Read more... )

These days, Emily has taken to singing incessantly. It's not really annoying, even though she sounds like a very BAD Ariel impression; it's kind of endearing. I'm hoping that she'll grow to like singing, and perhaps even be good at it. She has already started practicing sports--she claims she's going to be a soccer player when she starts school. ( Read more... )

A ( Read more... )