In which the blogger has nothing to say

...beyond the topic of procrastination.

O, Procrastination. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I'm procrastinating on my massive twenty-percent-of-my-grade theology paper, procrastinating on writing my book, procrastinating on coloring that Tangled doodle I did last night, procrastinating on asking my friend who he went to Sadie's with everything about life except maybe reading A Tale of Two Cities...

OH. OH. SEE, I DO HAVE SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT.

Oh my goodness, I hit the local Borders last night (they're closing! AAAAAGGGHHHHH) and I wanted to get Tale of Two Cities and Sense and Sensibility (or Pride and Prejudice, or both). I ended up getting the TRON: Betrayal graphic novel (which is amazing), A Tale of Two Cities, and Great Expectations, which was paired with it.

They had seven copies of Great Expectations and ZERO of A Tale of Two Cities. How messed up is that?

But anyway, I read the cover flaps for both, and Great Expectations sounded better... but I was told that TOTC was amazing and besides, that was my entire reason for getting the mega-book, so I started reading that first.

It's divided into three parts - Book the First, Second, and Third - and Book the First was blekjalskjglkawsjgtBORING. I SparkNote'd the summary because I had no idea what I was reading.

And then I got to Book the Second.


And then Sydney Carton came in, who is the sexiest fictional drunk to ever grace the literary world absolutely amazing.


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AHHHHHHHHHHHHH MUST KEEP READING. I got so bored when it switched to Monsieur Whatshisface and Charles Darnay, dirty little spy. GO BACK TO FRANCE AND STAY THERE. And stop jacking up my Sydney Carton scenes.

That's all for now. Need moar Sydney.