In English Literature today we studied Wuthering Heights, a poem by Sylvia Plath, a poem by Ted Hughes and a book by Emily Bront(e with dots). And a song by Kate Bush. There really is a lot of work inspired by the book, isn’t there?
Basically, it’s a really good love story, and it’s emotional and tense and stuff. Lydia, industrious little thing, is a third of the way through the book, not like we actually had to read it, and today I lent my friend Elin, affectionately known as Schnipps (because she’s Elin Schnipper), the first three volumes of A Series of Unfortunate Events, a series of books which is possibly in the running for Best Series of Books Ever.
I’m really annoyed at the moment by the way people keep using the word ‘depressed’ for unhappiness. “Oh, I just broke up with my boyfriend, I’m depressed! Ah!” I am so fed up with it; people are using a clinical term for something which they’re not, actually.
Valentine’s is tomorrow. Ack! I like it to an extent, but I feel lonely and I’m not going to deny it. Recently I’ve been in an artistic mood, so I think I shall become emo for a day. Why not? I need a boyfriend. Hopefully the coming opening of Devil’s (a local bar which closed a while ago) as a gay bar will help me find some masculine-ness and boy action. Hopefully.