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North and South is my new obsession.

People are comparing Mr. Thornton to Mr. Darcy. With good reason I suppose. One scene involving the colour of fruit (and a bit more, but that would spoil it) is reminicent of a certain scene that takes place near Rosings Park in P&P.

All in all. I cried. I screamed. I pleaded. I fangirled.

I have the first two and will have the last two episodes taped if anyone wants to borrow. The DVDs have not been released in the US yet. These tapes are defintely coming to college.

Run to my Aunts tommorow, then D&D (if I can run away from my Mum), then work, and finally watching the last two episodes of North and South.

Off to read Northanger Abbey before bedtime.

I can't go to D&D because my Mum is a bum. "No, you have to help me move!"

I have to work 3-10 later. Let me have some life.

Going to go shower and then read some Northanger Abbey. Then cleaning and moving.

"Mummy turned into a Scotsman!"

Ah, Monty Python.

Mum is going batty. Screaming at us for not getting rid of more stuff.

Work 3-10. Shoot me.

Home. Tired. I love everyone at Domino's. They gave me free pizza for dinner. Missed fireworks. Off to watch the end of North and South.

And everyone go read my little sister's poetry:
The Point of No Return

Please review it! It would make her day.

Bug her on her,the_batdog,livejournal as well.