Seventy-Four

I can't wait for school to end. Like, really end. I want to go out so bad. I miss walking out in the sun and the wind. I want to go to the park, and the zoo, and the museums. I want to say that everytime I leave those places, I leave a little piece of myself there. But that's so emo. =)

Right now, I'm reading Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens. It's lovely. It's just a great book to read, because the language Mr.Dickens uses is so - I'm not quite sure how to describe it. It's not quite beautiful, or poetic. It's just, right. Like, this is how books should really sound like, you know? This is how people should really write English. It's just so impressive. The bookworm in me gets thrills reading it.

"The young lady, aged seventeen, was in the lovely bloom and spring-time of womanhood; at that age, when, if ever angels be for God's good purposes enthroned in mortal forms, they may be, without impiety, supposed to abide in such as hers."

Waahhh. Much cooler than the usual, "She looked like an angel", right?

He also has a wicked sense of humor. Dry wit and sarcasm all around.

"The doctor seemed especially troubled by the fact of the robbery having been unexpected, and attempted in the night-time; as if it were the established custom of gentlemen in the housebreaking way to transact business at noon, and to make an appointment, by post, a day or two previous."

LAWL.