Okay, so you know how they always make you type in the word to verify that you aren't just a machine? Doesn't it seem like those are getting harder and harder and harder? Like, they used to be like actual words or two words smashed together, but now they're just nonsense most of the time, and I actually have to sit and stare at my computer screen and try to comprehend the meaningless garble of letters. Maybe I'm just stupid that way.
And then there's the fact that when I say "Joanna Newsom, this," or "Alela Diane, that," or "Mariee Sioux, the other," NOBODY KNOWS WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT!!! Aargh!
And then there is AP English. Dear old AP English. I swear, when it gets to the point where I find myself doing literary analysis of my life--that's a red flag that AP English has infiltrated my brain for good and always. Yeah. No joke. AND--what's more, it can ruin a perfectly good night at the theatre. Yeah. I went to see my high school's production of Guys and Dolls and when Sarah Brown started singing "If I Were A Bell" I'm like, oh, that's female genital imagery, right there. And then I thought to myself, wait a minute, this isn't AP English. And then I was too busy chastising myself that I was zoned out for the rest of the song. (On a side note, one of my best friends was Adelaide and she was outstanding!)
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