GUYS, I LOVE ROMANTIC POETRY. I LOVE SONNETS. I LOVE KEATS. OBVIOUSLY, I SHOULD BE ABLE TO SIT DOWN AND WRITE THIS PAPER. AND YET INSTEAD, I AM UNABLE TO EXTRICATE MYSELF FROM MY SPASTIC FANGIRLING. FUCKING FUCK WHY MUST ENGLAND BE SO GREAT WHY MUST MY LOVE GET ALL CONFUSED ABOUT WHICH TIME PERIOD I'M SUPPOSED TO BE FOCUSING ON (LIKE, FOR INSTANCE, CELTIC TIMES THAT PRODUCED THE ARTHURIAN LEGEND, 19TH CENTURY TIMES THAT PRODUCED KEATS AND TENNYSON AND WATERHOUSE, OR MODERN TIMES THAT PRODUCED BRADLEY JAMES' ASS).

Mood panicked Music MacArthur Park - Richard Harris Tags: anglophile, barnard is the school of fandom, fangirling, flailing, i just want bradley james shirtless, merlin, romanticism, school

Me: *paraphrasing a line from class* Shelley wouldn't write about a bird! He's Percy goddamn Shelley! It's a fuckin' cloud of fi-ya!
splintercat: hahaha. fuckin' a, man.
Me: Percy Shelley, man. He's one badass poet motherfucker. Effin' skylarks.
splintercat: aw man, don't mess with the skylarks, man. that shelley motherfucker will fuck you up.

*dies and dies*

P.S. Guys, I am totally spoiled for choice on the icon front. I nearly used my married icon, and my bitch plz icon, but in the end, I went for the period-matching roleplay icon. You have no idea how giddy with dorky love I am today.

Mood dorky Music Moon River - John Barrowman Tags: anglophile, barnard is the school of fandom, conversations, idk my bff saezutte, lawl, poetry, school, shelley, wtf

Here's an interesting thing I read while reading more from that Britpick site in the shopping section:

Newsagents: I have no idea what the equivalent of this is in the US. Normally fairly small, every community of any size has them. Newspapers, magazines, sweets, stationery, fags, sometimes food.

What piqued me was the thought "What are they called in the US?

Everyone knows what those types of stores are, but really is there any name for them?

The only time I can ever remember entering these sorts of shops is while I was in another area and needed something urgently or wanted a souvenir. You find them in highway side-stops, train/bus terminals, airports and shopping centers near high tourist locations. They sell magazines, candy, random snack foods, bottled drinks, cigarettes, batteries, and tacky trinkets like key chains with the name of the town/shopping center on them. Is it just me or when you think of those sorts of stores do you not have much respect for them? The ones I'm thinking of right now give me a sort of 'heh' feeling.

...ah. I've come up with a name for them. I dub these stores: Tourist shops! (or News Stands for more specific/respectable versions)

Ah and the reason I'm so 'heh' about them must be because I have such a 'heh' feeling about tourists. Sometimes living in an area brands certain things into your subconscious. Living in South Jersey, second home to the shoebie, is no exception to the rule.

Any more explanation needed?

Mood amused Music yorokobi no carol - CCS - this is a Christmas song for Chirst's sake! -_-;;;;; Tags: anglophile, wtf