I’ve just had one hell of a disappointment.

“To err is human; to forgive, divine.” Those would be a couple of the many immortal words of – you guessed it – Alexander Pope. So English Lititure class has been fun so far. We started at Beowulf and worked our way down a couple centuries in the last month(s?) or so. And today, we talked and read Alexander Pope.

I kid you not!

When I saw a picture of him I was so amazingly shocked. If you saw a picture of him as well, you would be too. So I’ll add one in to prove my point.





THERE IS A COMPLETE LACK OF THE POPE HAT. Why is there no Pope hat? You may ask. Well believe it or not, he was not a Pope! He was another upper-class poet who was a skinny hunchback so he wore three pairs of tights.

*I DISPARE!*

I think I also made some old woman’s day on the bus when I was telling my friend this on the way home from school as well. She had a cotton ball in her ear (weird much?) but she still had no problem listening in on our conversation about my total ignorance.

But can you really blame me?

Pope as a last name is like making ‘Jones’ the next word for ‘King’. IT MESSES WITH YOUR MIND






Listening to: Shy Kind of Guy - Gogol Bordello (I think I listen to this band too much, but I guess that depends on how much 'too much' really is.)
Feeling: 'I have a test tomorrow for a class I haven't been paying attention to for the last couple of days' + Stressed + Don't want to go to work tomorrow : ( + HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!
Word/ Phrase of the day: Why?