I'm sick again, probably because of the changing weather again, and instead of staying home again I actually attempted to go to school for the full week (mostly because of the band concert I had yesterday, but... I'm too embarrassed of things that happened there that I won't go any further on THAT subject). Sadly, I ended up getting very sick at school today and I had to go home early. At the moment I'm partly distracted by the Flapjack holiday special, and I'm wondering why the Chowder episode wasn't its Christmas one...

Anyway, lately I've been completely focused on Pride and Prejudice, since we have to read it for AP English. I'll admit that I started off the book not expecting to be very interested in it, but we're only supposed to be on chapter 10 and I'm nearly done with the whole book. For some reason, I'm enjoying the book, even if sometimes I have trouble understanding it because I can't focus on the excessively long, rambling sentences. I guess it's because the central romance is actually justified and believable (have I mentioned I really don't like romance?).

I think if Meyer wanted a proper conflict for her completely unbelievable romance, she would have been better off looking to Pride and Prejudice than her wet dream.

I'll probably end up watching the movie this weekend, or tonight even if I can find it somewhere, to get a better idea of everything that's going on by being able to really see the characters (I'm not that stupid that I really don't understand it, but sometimes seeing it acted out in front of you makes it easier to remember; at this point I won't remember any real details).

I'm actually using this journal time as an interval in my reading so I can focus. Poor Lydia is living with a man out of wedlock and I want to seem them find that idiot and set her straight. In fact, it's a wonder how different the times are because MY first thought was that he was going to kill her and leave her in a ditch like what happens all the time now. It never crossed my mind that it was just a scandal for her family that she was pretty much acting like a prostitute.

...Nice going, Lydia.

Edit// I'm now typing like I'm halfway in the 17th century. Someone shoot me.