xanithofdragons

So I go home for spring break, go to my room, settle in, and

SEE A HOLE IN MY WALL. T_T

At first it just looked like there was something sticking to my wall, but I looked closer and it was actually insulation sticking out from my wall. :<<< I went to tell my parents, and my Dad scraped some of the insulation away to get a look at what was behind it, and he heard something rustling in my wall. We think that maybe a squirrel nested in the wall. My dad covered it with tape, but still, wtf?

On the bright side of being home though, I can actually torrent stuff. HUZZAH! < 1 hr for torrent of SP ep 4. :DDD

Not a whole lot going on lately, except for doing school stuff, not playing video games much, and messing around on the internet. I started getting sick on Thursday, ended up physically exhausted for no apparent reason, threw up, and couldn't go to school on Friday. I felt kinda bad since Friday was a day we were originally gonna have off, but had school on that day anyway because of all the school closings for crazy weather this year. Oh well, I ended up just sleeping off and on during the time I would've been at school had I gone, and I don't think I missed very much anyway. I'm still not totally recovered, I suppose, since I'm rather congested nasally. (sorry for the bizarre phrasing)

I'm reading Thomas Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge for my English class right now, since our teacher decided that we ought to read some Victorian novel or another. Aside from lolling at the weird plotline and that funny Victorian way of saying things: "writhing in vegetable agony, like leafy Laocoons", I can't help but have certain thoughts and make certain inferences when reading any scene with Michael Henchard and Donald Farfrae. Never mind that Farfrae is ever so clearly being set up for Henchard's daughter. Not that Farfrae knows that she's Henchard's daughter, since Henchard sold his wife and daughter (not entirely seriously) to a sailor for five guineas years and years ago. Not that she knows she's Henchard's daughter either, since she was just a baby when it happened and her mother was far too ashamed to tell her. Lolwhut, Victorian novels!

But how am I supposed to help myself when Thomas Hardy makes it so...

"Donald had wished to get to his lodgings; but he already saw that his friend and employer was a man who knew no moderation in his requests and impulses, and he yielded gracefully. He liked Henchard's warmth, even if it inconvenienced him; the great difference in their characters adding to the liking."

There's more than that lurking in The Mayor of Casterbridge, but it's mostly in little bits and pieces sitting within larger quotes.

So, in conclusion: I'm insane. Thomas Hardy was insane. HOORAY!

edit: From reading just a little further in, Henchard decides to tell Farfrae the whole thing, so now Farfrae DOES know that she's his daughter, although she still doesn't know.