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Tag Archives: Mary Shelley

These are not spirit fingers. THESE are spirt fingers.

My professor, who is usually all laid back and uses the ‘adult attention deficit’ method of class organization, seemed to have realized that there were only two class nights left, so for next week, I must read Shelley’s ‘Frankenstein’, write a paper with six sources on a topic that the entire class is very confused […]

And for an encore, I imitate Danny Bonaduce

I am currently in the throws of writer’s block. Which is ironic, because prior to this diary, I hadn’t written anything especially weighty in, oh, three or four years. Sometimes I think I should be working in a delicious 300-year-old English cottage somewhere, with lichens growing on the slate roof. Even though most English cottages […]