Hoover (n.)- Vacuum.
Flu jab (n.)- Flu shot.
Vest (n.)- A "vest" is not a sleeveless sweater-y article of clothing/fancy waistcoat here... a "vest" is an undershirt. Or a bro tank, if you will. Or a tank top. It gets confusing, especially when talking about...
Trousers (n.)- Trousers are pants. Pants are underwear. Everything is topsy-turvy.
I can't believe I just said topsy-turvy.
I'm avoiding writing my 1,000 word essay for my Shakespeare class. I'm being absurd. I've been avoiding it, having comfort in the fact that I can write a 1,000 word essay in my sleep, especially on anything that has to do with my man, Bill Shakey. Yes, we are on nickname basis. Anywho, I suppose I should start... I have a simply marvelous heading and title. I'm acutely distracted by the high-ceilinged (Is that a word? It looks so strange) slightly gothic-styled library, overwhelmingly surrounded by shelves of books, books, and more books. Mission: Explore the restricted section and discover a book focusing on Nicholas Flamel. Heeh.
Okay, I need to get out of here (here, meaning cyberspace).
Au revoir!
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