Wow.
My brain is fried worse than KFC and hair from the '80s combined. Huck Finn, you are a cruel, cruel boy. You and your pointless stories!
"Hey, let's steal this lady's slave and run away! Who cares that she is giving me the best home and future I could ever hope for? I'd much rather get trapped by my alcoholic, abusive father and live with him. His threats are so enduring! Hey now, I don't want my life to get too pointless, let's go live on a raft with a slave and be naked all the time. Let's stay with some random families! Until I find a family that actually knows my friend Tom Sawyer, now can you get anymore ironic than that? I think not. Well, I'm not sure how end this, not like my story ever had a legitimate beggining. Hey wait, the beginning is just like the ending, OMG!" -H.F.
Anyhow, I'm almost done with my homework. I have one entry left, which will take like three minutes, and then the letter. Just think, we'll probably be spending the entire first trimester talking about Huckleberry Finn! Hooo-freakin-ray.
- Mood:
Tense - Listening to: Modest Mouse
- Reading: Nothing!
- Playing: Miss Bimbo