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#24. This is where I wish I were a Twitard and fell in love with the book just because it was mentioned in Twilight
Sunday, February 21, 2010

So, being the lazy ass I am, I went to Wiki the plot of Wuthering Heights. I mean, I'm reading it as well, but GOSH, WHY IS IT SO ANNOYING? I swear, I'm going to end up failing Lit because there's no way I can analyze the book if I'm taking a million years to get what the dude's trying to say in this bloody roundabout way of writing, GOSH I REGRET LIT. Well, no not really, but I'm going to drown in my shallow pool of shallowness-- see, that didn't even make sense.

Wuthering Heights reads like a bloody soap opera, omg. I'm waiting for the bit which has incest or pedophillia, because we all know that happens in soap operas, and how Catherine's kid is called Catherine.

Okay, I just finished it. (The Wiki article, not the book. =.=)

WHAT, WHAT IS THIS. WHAT IS THIS. GOSH, WHAT IS THIS. WHY IS THIS SORT OF BS A CLASSIC? IT'S A FREAKING SOAP OPERA, OMG. THIS IS BS, OMG, WHAT IS THIS. WHY DO I HAVE TO READ THIS SORT OF SOAP OPERA BS?

I'm glad he's dead. At least SOMEONE dies this time, not like Whale Rider where Kahu lived happily ever after.

I'm going to end up dying for Lit.

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