Apart from the play, well not apart, let's say in addition to the play, I have been receiving more complications with my ankle. And that's not entirely accurate either, my ankle itself is fine, my tendon on the other hand, is not so happy. It's torn, so I guess I can't expect it to be happy. I'd like it to heal now, thanks, but I suppose it's not going to heal on it's own, at least not immediately. It could take forever, seriously. But as far as I'm concerned, it already has been forever. Let's just say that I'm getting kind of sick of the sharp pains in my tendon. Ahh . . . tendons, apparently they're more important than we thought they were.
On a happier note, though I thought the Shakespeare note was happy, but I guess not everyone is going to agree with that, I am going home in a week now. Yeah, I guess so. This time next week - well okay, a tad bit later, I doubt we'll be leaving at 1 am - I will be headed home for good. And by good, I mean until August. We start again like the 20-something or another. Whatever that Monday happens to be. *shrugs* I have no idea, really.
But anyways, I'm going to head to bed now. I have class in the morning and a rough draft due as well. A reflection essay on Twelfth Night, where I further my views on the dramatic comedy of the play - mostly played out by Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Augecheek, and Feste (and there was no pun intended with the "played" in case you were wondering).
Random Lit Quote: "I shall never begin if I hold my peace!" ~ Feste, Twelfth Night










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"To wish you were someone else, is to waste the person you beautifully are."
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~ Remember, there is always one little girl out there who wants to be you!
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"To wish you were someone else, is to waste the person you beautifully are."
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~ Remember, there is always one little girl out there who wants to be you!
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"To wish you were someone else, is to waste the person you beautifully are."
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