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I am bored. And sick. How did I catch a cold in the middle of July? Beats me. My head feels too thick for me to be doing any writing, yet I don't feel like going to sleep before midnight because the thought appalls me (I haven't done that since like 9th grade!).
So out of pure boredom, I opened up the romance novel Angela so badly wanted me to read. Good lord, I can only muddle my way through about three pages at a time (and that's only when I'm feeling particularly masochistic). For starters, each page is like the Hovel of a Thousand Metaphors. Do I really need everything and its mother compared to something else? Must there be a parallel example for everything? Second of all, the dialogue makes me feel a good deal sicker than I already am. "I need you, Gavin! I need you to hold me and to love me! You have filled the gaping hole that was hidden in my heart!" (Oh, you just wait and see what else he fills, you dumb broad! *slaps self*) Then the narration itself drips in over-flowery, obnoxious, run-on sentences. Why should any of this surprise me? I don't know, maybe because I've never actually tried to read a romance novel seriously myself. I think I need to go clean my eyes out with some bad teenage fanfic. Fight fire with fire as they say. OMGWTF I M SO BLNID Y ALL THSI Pr0n??!!!?!!!!!11!!!1!!
I need some alchohol.
So out of pure boredom, I opened up the romance novel Angela so badly wanted me to read. Good lord, I can only muddle my way through about three pages at a time (and that's only when I'm feeling particularly masochistic). For starters, each page is like the Hovel of a Thousand Metaphors. Do I really need everything and its mother compared to something else? Must there be a parallel example for everything? Second of all, the dialogue makes me feel a good deal sicker than I already am. "I need you, Gavin! I need you to hold me and to love me! You have filled the gaping hole that was hidden in my heart!" (Oh, you just wait and see what else he fills, you dumb broad! *slaps self*) Then the narration itself drips in over-flowery, obnoxious, run-on sentences. Why should any of this surprise me? I don't know, maybe because I've never actually tried to read a romance novel seriously myself. I think I need to go clean my eyes out with some bad teenage fanfic. Fight fire with fire as they say. OMGWTF I M SO BLNID Y ALL THSI Pr0n??!!!?!!!!!11!!!1!!
I need some alchohol.
