First of all, my terrible gremlin kitty is locked in my room while my mom prepares dinner. He is screaming at the door and needs to be quiet so I can type in peace. Yes, Oliver, this means you (he's standing with his front feet on my computer). In other news, I am actually somehow running out of quotes. This seems impossible because of the sitcom theory- I mean, sitcoms HAVE to be quotable, right? I guess not, because we've stopped saying particularly weird things. Wait, no, that's not true. You'll see later. We're doing an art project in Engineering that has an English aspect to it and I have no idea what's real anymore. I wanted to do the killer rabbit scene from Monty Python, or maybe the 'tis but a scratch? your arm's off!' scene, but no, we have to do a scene from Frankenstein. That's ok. I don't really care. As always, you don't care either and nobody is actually reading this. which is fine by me because I never have anything interesting to say, have definitely revealed my identity to anyone who knows me irl, and have a tendency to overshare a lot. That's all for today. Wish me luck on the PSAT on Wednesday.