my wild mouse named mario.

ahh, i just love carlo. this book is seriously weird. i don't want to really read it. in actuality i'm on page 127. i got bored with it, so i threw the book down, got online, and then partied a bit with my awesome made up instrument i made in like, sixth grade. i've finally decided to pick the book up again and skipped to page 233. now i'm on 235, and blogging.

did i happen to mention i actually should have this book already done? and that i have to write an in-class essay first thing tomorrow morning (first mod) about this book? o.o;; i'll surely be up all night reading. if i am dead tomorrow, folks, i'm sorry. 

i'm a train wreck and i'm sorry about that. i wish i could get my life under control. i promise i will do my work this week. well, i shouldn't promise anything. i never do listen to my promises and i never follow through. oh yeah, sorry about that too. 

"''Make this last attempt, I beg you in the name of Italy. I should come and die with you.' Fuck the name of Italy. Fuck the generals who never come and die with you. Fuck your confidence and your mendacious promises of reinforcements. Fuck your defeats which you snatch from the jaws of victory. Fuck this frivolous war we did not want and do not understand." (Bernières 116)

blech. i feel bad for carlo. he almost committed suicide because his love died in battle from white death or whatever. (carlo is homosexual btw). and i guess from reading some stuff, that he meets the captain corelli and falls in love with him..but he likes pelagia...who used to love mandras...who has glass legs now? i'm not even sure. i'm not going to get into it.

i'm sure that's good for now.

xoxo -bridget

ps: i want a pet mouse and name it mario.