I think...

I'm actually growing a love of poetry, thanks to my English teacher. We read some e.e Cummings today (Not what she said), and My Papa's Waltz. I think I was the only one who figured it was from a more innocent time period where shit like that was common, because I was the only one who hadn't automatically shouted "Child Abuse!"


I mean really, at the age I assume the kid was at, I'd think his height was up to his father's belt, and that him clinging to the man like death was because he had some respect/love for his father. Maybe that's just me, though.


Alex has apocalyptic amounts of homework, so I got the laptop today. I'm exploring the internet and just discovered two things:


Tvtropes and fanfiction....


YOU ARE ALL GOLDFISH.
And tvtropes is going to rot my head. Oh well. Alex can kill me later.