That killed me.

I'm still drowning in school. My hiatus from BlogCrashers is not permanent. I'm just trying to get my feet under me. I handed in my third paper in three weeks this morning. Most would say, "a paper a week . . . no big deal." But it becomes a bigger deal when one is entirely unaware of being expected to do them until just before their due date. As was my predicament. 


On the plus side, I'm reading Catcher in the Rye for my English class and it was a very pleasurable read. To your left is the copy I own. Isn't it pretty? I'm admittedly not a classics reader. But I need to start differentiating between English classics and American classics. There's a distinct difference between reading about orphans with no food in old English and reading about a socially lost and misunderstood prep school kid wandering around New York in twentieth century vernacular. 


My favorite thing is discovering where phrases or cliches come from. If anyone can tell me where 'three sheets to the wind' stems from or what it refers to (beyond being drunk) I would be grateful. Anyway, I'm pretty sure the use of the word 'killed' in place of 'funny' or 'humorous' comes from here. What an exciting discovery.