Non m'importa niente

i just read through about 17 centuries of English Literature.
Well, with the exception of the 15th century ( apparently nothing of remote importance occured because Norton completely decides to not include it).
But, bloody ovaries on a biscuit, England has some mad history, yo.
too many Mary's and blokes naming their sons after themselves for my taste, but very entertaining lineage i must say.
God, i am such a nerd. William Shakespeare, bless him, was a cheeky bastard.
love Donne. a freak, a freak. eye balls on a necklace, love as an autopsy...clever monkey.
Sir Philip Sidney, poor cabbage. Love sick.

ugh. i'm full to the brim with English literature. there's hardly anything else i have room to talk about.
good thing i'm not socially obliged to make friends right now, i'd be screwed.
God bless finals week.
and God save the Queen.