when it gets this cold it's supposed to snow....

I changed my calendar. It is now officially December.

I'm mostly done with my Christmas shopping. at least, all the hard stuff is out of the way. I plan to wrap everthing tonight while my parents are out of the house.

Everything for my Shakespeare class is done. group presentations were finished last week, essay was finished last night, and we had our "final" this morning - we watched Shakespeare in Love. btw, this is an AMAZING movie (except don't tell your parents I recommend it because there's like three pretty graphic sex scenes in it). Cast was amazing, acting was amazing, cinematography and score were amazing, story line was clever and engaging, funny parts were funny, dramatic parts were dramatic, and ending was...unexpected but genius. as for the innappropriate parts, they are easy parts to skip, and the rest of the movie is actually quite clean....hardly any language or unappropriate references or anything like that.

and Colin Firth is in it. :D

AND there was a reference to Titus Andronicus that had my whole class laughing for like 5 minutes straight (it was one of Shakespeare's first plays, very obscure, very gory. it's the last play we did in class so it's kind of like a private joke now).

anyway, watch it someday - it's fantastic.

so that just leaves my Intro to Novels final tomorrow....and I have no idea what it's going to be, which is actually a good thing because that means I don't have to worry about it. it gets emailed to me and then I have three hours to do it and send it back. it's probably going to be another essay.

ugh. I'm sick of essays. I'm ready to just read.

and speaking of reading, my mom is reading the Cricket on the Hearth to me (I read it a couple of years ago; she's never read it). it's one of Dickens' lesser-known Christmas stories, and probably my very favorite after A Christmas Carol. and the whole first three pages or so is the anthropomorphizing of a kettle - I'd like to see something better.

The kettle was aggravating and obstinate. It wouldn't allow itself to be adjusted on the top bar; it wouldn't hear of accommodating itself kindly to the knobs of coal; it would lean forward with a drunken air, and dribble, a very Idiot of a kettle, on the hearth. It was quarrelsome, and hissed and spluttered morosely at the fire. To sum up all, the lid, resisting Mrs. Peerybingle's fingers, first of all turned topsy-turvy, and then, with an ingenious pertinacity deserving of a better cause, dived sideways in - down to the very bottom of the kettle. And the hull of the Royal George has never made half the monstrous resistance to coming out of the water, which the lid of that kettle employed against Mrs. Perrybing, before she got it up again.

*sigh* I wish I could write like this. I wish I had a muse.

oh well. what I do have, currently, is presents to wrap. and then all those little random, miscellaneous things to take care of. one final left, and then-

freedom!

(aka Christmas Break)