"I do profess to be no less than I seem"-Kent, from King Lear.

Soooo... I got back yesterday from a rather dull girl scout trip. The one really cool thing was that the woods around the camp we stayed at were super inspiring and I may be able to write a few poems soon.

I, uh, took a bit of a break from Lear because my mother was nice enough to buy me a bunch of Shakespeare in these lovely little books with some helpful definitions at the bottom of the page. So, yeah, The Taming of the Shrew was ridiculously sexist. I suppose the title would have given it away, had I known what a "shrew" meant in that context. I don't particularly feel like defining it, since, in fact, it is ridiculously sexist.

Gah, I have nothing else to write. I need to finish King Lear already.