Ok, so my assignment for poetry class is to come up with a poetry metaphor....such as "Poetry is the bonsai tree of literature" or "Poetry is like Madonna, continually innovative and without limits" etc. And I'm completely stuck. So if any of you fine folk out in livejournal land are feeling metaphorical...PLEASE send some ideas my way...

Cheers.

Elizabeth has recently been taken captive by the feared throughout the lands Essay Monster.

You may not see or hear from her until she regains her freedom. Until then, know that she is spending her time beating her head against a desk, speed reading, crying, and occasionally laughing because it's all making her a bit looney.

I'm.In.Scotland.

Wee!!!

To the girls who walk around in spaghetti strap shirts and mini skirts in November-

You look stupid.

Good friends get you tickets to the Harry Potter premiere, unsure of whether you will be able to go or not, but buy one just in case so as not to leave you out. They also scoop half of their own dessert onto your plate because you forgot to pick one up for yourself in line.

:o) Thanks girls!

Knoxville, Tennessee- here we come!

I love England.

I do not love my classes in England.

I'm considering dropping out of school, moving to Canterbury, and getting a flock of sheep. (There are sheep EVERYWHERE here...)

What? I could so be a shepherdess.

Nanny McPhee...was very good! Go see it when it opens in the States in January. Ha ha, that's right...I got to see the fun British film FIRST.

Sara: Ohh, my foot is asleep! Oh my God, it hurts! *gasp* It feels like pins and needles!

Me: Well call the president!

Sara: Call the prime minister! There is no president here!

Me: *pause* I think you missed the point.

Spending the weekend in London with my dearest Sara!

This has been going around uni...the brits and australians are giving us a hard time :o) Don't take it seriously ( Read more... )