Now why am i blogging? Right. Because Petra and her father's problems about the people turning against him is starting to piss me off major. An enemy of the people is really the worst book i've ever studied for literature.

Look, a scene from the play. That man in the cantre with the Albert kinda look, that's Dr. Stockmann. The woman next to him is Catherine, his wife. The sensible woman. I only pray that the person on the right with the i'll-never-be-caught-dead-with-her-hair-look isn't Petra, his daughter. The righteous woman. She just can stand up for herself so well. I wish i were like her at times. All fiery and girrrlll poweerrr. (imagine Priss meowing here)

Now. i'm tired. really really. i'm starting to look like death/a panda. coffee coffee coffee coffee! That'll help me stay up. Now doesn't that look good. I like the way the woody background just makes it look all the more appetising.

EH, SNOW-WING EHH!