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Jan. 25th, 2003 07:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elsajeniI am changing a New Year's resolution from "give up caffeine," which is entirely impossible, to "stop cussing or at least do so less," which is also impossible but not quite as blatantly. I am also posting for no apparent reason. Just kinda making noise.
Text Twist is the devil-game. Really, it is. I also disagree with its unwillingness to recognize "slut" as a word. It's in the dictionary; it should be accepted by Text Twist.
Other news. Hmm. There isn't much. I wrote an essay about Pride and Prejudice which I am justifiably proud of. I am also really annoyed at my English teacher, who first hollered at me for writing honestly in my P&P journal (all right, so I called Mr. Darcy a drip; did she have to inform the whole damned class? Oh, shit, there goes that resolution. Oh... argh), then when we finally moved on to Dr. Faustus expanded the chorus to include me "just because it'll irritate her." Direct result of this: I got stuck in the chorus and some guy who doesn't know what commas are for is reading as Mephistophilis, a role that is rightfully mine. (Yes, I do feel rather more strongly that necessary about this. How could you tell?) People who cannot read aloud drive me berserk. Just because it is the end of the line of text does not mean it is the end of a sentence. That is what we have punctuation for. Rrrrrg.
Calculus. Ugh. Should do some tonight, really I should. I'd rather go drum or harp or watch Goldfinger with my dad for the eighteen millionth time (there is no such thing as seeing a James Bond movie too many times). But no. I will go do calculus and let you people get back to whatever you were doing before you started reading this rambling and purposeless (and porpoiseless, for that matter) post.
Text Twist is the devil-game. Really, it is. I also disagree with its unwillingness to recognize "slut" as a word. It's in the dictionary; it should be accepted by Text Twist.
Other news. Hmm. There isn't much. I wrote an essay about Pride and Prejudice which I am justifiably proud of. I am also really annoyed at my English teacher, who first hollered at me for writing honestly in my P&P journal (all right, so I called Mr. Darcy a drip; did she have to inform the whole damned class? Oh, shit, there goes that resolution. Oh... argh), then when we finally moved on to Dr. Faustus expanded the chorus to include me "just because it'll irritate her." Direct result of this: I got stuck in the chorus and some guy who doesn't know what commas are for is reading as Mephistophilis, a role that is rightfully mine. (Yes, I do feel rather more strongly that necessary about this. How could you tell?) People who cannot read aloud drive me berserk. Just because it is the end of the line of text does not mean it is the end of a sentence. That is what we have punctuation for. Rrrrrg.
Calculus. Ugh. Should do some tonight, really I should. I'd rather go drum or harp or watch Goldfinger with my dad for the eighteen millionth time (there is no such thing as seeing a James Bond movie too many times). But no. I will go do calculus and let you people get back to whatever you were doing before you started reading this rambling and purposeless (and porpoiseless, for that matter) post.