Keep your legs together. This isn't Jamaica.

(*Edit! Okay the stuff written in between the parenthesizes aka Brackets are written 12.16 am while the earlier stuff was at 9-ish. Just wanted to make some updates on Lit. Anyways, as a result of my DEPRESHUN regarding my crappiest lit marks ever, I've figured out the problem. This will probably help everyone who has been asking for help on Poetry(Unseen P5 and the Normal one), normally I just reply "I just write whatever I feel like" or "Is Luck!" in a Chinese Accent, A Joy Luck Club joke/reference but obviously no one gets it, unless they're schoolmates from CHIJ STC. So, in a bid to Improve and to figure out what I have been doing 'right' all this while, I have created 'The Most Simplistic 3-Step Guide EVER to Analyzing Specific Quotes in Poetry', this is just to pass obviously, because As require much more Fancy Schmancy work than this.

Step 1: Figure out what aspect of DITSS the Q(Quote) is. Eg. Imagery? If so what kind? Metaphor, Simile, Personification? IF THE Q CANNOT FIT INTO ANY OF THE DITSS, ABANDON IT. AT ONCE.
Step 2: What does the Q connote? NOT what does the Q mean? NOT what is the definition. NOT, 'what can I infer from the Q.'<--Okay confusing bit, you can talk about the infer bit, BUT IT IS NOT DITSSing, its just used to support other stuff, now I'm confusing you aren't ? Forget it, ask me when I'm less sleepy, i.e in school.
Step 3: Also known as the R aspect of PQR. IE. SO WHAT? What is the effect and significance? What meaning does the Q create in the poem? WHATTTTT!!!! I cannot stress how important this part is, the above is Meaningless without this step.

There you have it, the most BASIC of the Basic. I have described the untangible! Eh, btw, I'm not exactly a genius or even anything close, so this isn't the most accurate thing, but I hope it helps.)

One and a half hours off schedule, tsk tsk. Shame on you Bernadette.
Does anyone remember my brief obsession for speaking in third person and the occasional ventures into second? Ah, fun times.
Growing up is always mortifying, especially when people actually remember all the ridiculous things you once felt so important. Such as a group of 12 year olds and their unhealthy obsession with The Vampire Chronicles, honestly, If I saw my little sister reading such overglorified erotica disguised as Whatever it was, I would have burnt the novel instead of just looking amused, routinely patting her on the head while yelling "My kid sister loves Anne Rice!", and I certainly would Not unload All the Anne Rice novels I own into her arms. Talk about corrupting influence Tsk.
Did anyone else think it was healthy for a bunch of 12 year olds to listen to Les Miserables and Phantom of the Opera on repeat, memorise the lyrics of assorted musicals and frequently sing them while pretending to be uhhh Vampires and referring to themselves as The Coven, and speaking in archaic english while frequently holding Meetings referred to as Council. I SHUDDER.
But hell, if it wasn't anything but fun.

Everyone I've spoken to in the last 10 hours has been/is completely miserable with school. Same here, I don't know why, alright I know why in my case at least. I am a chronic procrastinator and I'm depressed over my lit test results, I know I know, Overly Melodramatic, It's only once, Suck it up Cupcake. Yeah, I'm telling myself that, but its kind of Not Working.
We all need a nice long break(without the CTs waiting at the end), I would take a 3 hour shower in which I would exfoliate, steam and listen to Saint-Saëns at full blast, watch all my Favourite movies in this order 1. Donnie Darko, 2. Napoleon Dynamite, 3. Little Miss Sunshine, 4. Mean Girls, 5. Amelie, 6. My Summer of Love, 7. Cruel Intentions. I would make bread and milk and eat it in bed while reading ummmmmmm I was going to say Good Omens, but its with Amanda and I probably wil never get it back. (My birthday is coming, HINT HINT GINFINSUDBSUB!!)

Yeah, I'm a dork, I like opera and my first crush was Erik aka Opera Ghost from Phantom of The Opera, and in all honestly if he were to appear and tell me that I am Christine Daae incarnate and wishes to sweep me of to his underground lair, I would tell him to "Sweep away, I love you, demented, insane and all."

Okay I lie whenever someone asks but Cruel Intentions is Still my All Time Favourite Movie. I know, so trashyyyyy. But it was my main source of education for quite a while, no not the sexy parts.

Kathryn: My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible.
Cecile: But that would make me a slut, wouldn't it?
Kathryn: Cecile, everybody does it; it's just that nobody talks about it.
Cecile: So, it's like a secret society?
Kathryn: That's one way looking at it. [under her breath]
Kathryn: Fucking idiot...

I'm going to watch Pillowman with Del, yay. I miss my debate team SO MUCH. They're the only group of people who have seen me angry. I'm not exaggerating. They're also the only group that believes that I'm sometimes overly aggressive blah blah blah.
We normally look better, I swear.

2 hours off schedule TSK.