Bethany

Isn't it funny how, when it comes to school, finishing off a book in one sitting seems like a chore, but when doing it on your own time, you're done before you know it? This week we've been reading Frankenstein in English Lit. I had paced myself very nicely to get the book done in comfortable installments, until our teacher bumped our deadline up to Wednesday, giving me a day to get through the last hundred pages or so.

... And then of course the deadline was promptly moved back to Friday, after I'd already finished reading it. Go figure. Well, since I'd already finished my reading for class, I finally had a chance to return to my Jeeves and Wooster. So I took yesterday to finish the last hundred pages or so of Joy in the Morning, but that was actually good fun. The only downside is that now I am completely out of new Wodehouse. Conveniently enough, my birthday is only a few weeks away; I think I already have an idea of what I'm adding to my wishlist!

Stolen from queeniefox: Name your Top 20 List Of Lust, in no particular order.Your neighbor or grade school teacher doesn't count. The list can be male, female or mixed. They can be real life celebrities or characters in a movie or TV show. For example, you might want to gag Mariska Hargitay, while still lusting after Butchy McFabulous Olivia Benson.

( My top twenty )

Wow, I spent an inordinate amount of time compiling my list. I wanted it to be as comprehensive as possible (also, it's easy to lose track of time while sorting through mounds of pictures of incredibly gorgeous people).

I believe I am forming yet another obsession. Well, I won't say obsession; how about burgeoning interest? Anyway, about two weeks ago I picked up a copy of "Life With Jeeves" as something of an impulse buy. I had been working on "The Joy Luck Club" for English, so I didn't get a chance to start on it until Thursday. I'm only about halfway through "The Inimitable Jeeves," and I think I may have to stop reading it in class because I keep cracking up at inopportune moments. I almost died during "Sir Roderick Comes to Lunch." It is so refreshingly silly and I absolutely love it to bits. I feel bad, though, because I keep putting off reading Hornblower; I bought "Commodore Hornblower" right after my birthday, and I still haven't gotten around to reading it yet. It is next in my stack of books to read, though.

I just ate some incredibly spicy cheesy Tobasco popcorn. I think my tongue is about to fall off, but in a good way.