let the golden baby out of the cage.

Yeats can join BitTorrent in sucking my ass. Put down the bong, freakshow. There is a reason I'm not an English major: 99% of all English classes take all the fun out of reading for me. It's not the writing, as I am the last-minute-bullshit-"A"-paper-queen, it is the f-ed up syntax and abstruse symbolism and the fact that I don't care about how upset Yeats is over the fact that he can't get it up anymore, and I really don't think turning himself into a golden bird in a dead culture is going to help with his particular issue. Just... deal with it, dude, and leave me alone.

Luckily, my English class next quarter (which also happens to be my last required English course ever, thank the lord) is all about "Women Warriors." Our required text is a book of essays about Buffy, Scully, and Xena. My research is already 80% done, babies. Hotcha!

Oz finally finished downloading on the 11th, BTW. Two weeks, but so worth it. Katie♥Alvarez 4eva!!one1! I just want to give the poor boy a hug and feed him some soup. Aww.