in which jane experiences an identity crisis.

is it bad that sometimes i just hate hate HATE reading classics?
because i do.
but then on the other hand, i am an english major and i should just jump for joy at the thought of reading 80 pages in Joseph Andrews before class tomorrow.
trust me, i'm not. the book is ridiculous and i'd much rather be watching community. thank you very much.

which, you know, i just might do.
good night everybody!

-jane.