and Spoiler saruman dies so that gandalf can come back as a white wizard rather than a grey one i freaking love lord of the rings... one time when i was about 7 or 8 i had a really bad ear infection and my dad stayed up for hours reading LoTR to me... that's about my only good memory of him which may be why the book stays with me
My dad hit me with Dune once I was done with LoTR. He was proud. Mom, the english literature department head, was less impressed. She'd hit me with Shakespeare a year earlier. I'd read it but didn't understand a lick of it.
Confession: I have here too many confessions to count. Some of them border on the ridiculous, some of them downright insane, and all of them true.
my old man was an english teacher too...I didnt mind reading Macbeth but Faust was hard going for a ten year old
I've read MacBeth and Hamlet, and realized they're almost the same story, or same setup anyway, from different POV's. Regicide leads to madness and death. Oh sorry, spoilers I guess.
I've never liked school systems that make kids read Shakespeare. They are fucking plays, fer St. Nyarlathotep's sake. You don't go handing someone a script for Friends or BSG or Lost or The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, do you? Shakespeare's audience wasn't sitting around the Globe quietly reading and commenting in soft voices on the use of puns, they were watching actors strutting and fretting their hours on the stage, laughing gasping sobbing along with the story as it played out. I'm hungry, Ima go read a recipe book. Oooh, leading right in with the all-purpose flour, this should be good!
Not only did he live, but he went in as Gandalf the Grey and emerged as Gandalf the White, all purified by his fight with the Balrog—a far more powerful wizard, and I think he got like free breakfast at Denny's and stuff.
I bite my fingernails constantly. It's a nervous tick that graduated into a perpetual problem. All my fingernails are down to the quick. It's pretty terrible.
Ha, well, paint isn't really an option I'd like to take. So I'll probably just endure the pain as I have before.
I'm terrified of messing up around people. I'm always scared I'll say or do something wrong and make them mad at me. Then I'm pleasantly surprised if they aren't or unprepared for it if they are. Gives me anxiety and I hate it.
Wait until you have a cousin decide to get married during a possible World Series clinching game for your team. Or during a Saturday NFL playoff weekend.
Confession #1: I am a massive snob at heart but I cannot yet afford my actual taste in clothes. Confession #2: Last night I dreamt I was dating James Dean. Explain that one. Confession #3: I read far too much into my dreams for someone who's a scientist. Confession #4: I recently discovered that I hold so much back in real life (in terms of who I am, and how I feel/respond to situations) that in order to act convincingly and stand out as the best in my acting class, literally all I had to do was be honest about how I actually felt. Confession #5: I am probably one of the most entitled people I know, but I can assure you, it's for a very good reason. I'm just not quite sure on what that reason is yet. Confession #6: If I lived alone with no flatmates or family, I would literally walk around my house butt naked the whole time.
There are only three reasons I would consider killing another person: self-defense, defense of others, and revenge.
"I’ll kill a man in a fair fight, or if I think he’s gonna start a fair fight… If he bothers me, or if there’s a woman… Or if I’m gettin’ paid. Mostly only when I’m gettin’ paid." Jayne-Firefly
