Angel Grove Net

Getting really, really restless lately.

I've gotta move, I've gotta do all this stuff, but noooo. Winston and Mercy'd throw a fit. Can't do anything big until the baby's all sorted. Least that's what they keep saying.

But I'm boooooored.

When your uncle calls you a dead girl's name, then stares at you a long moment before he's running off to...I guess find a companion for the night. I'm doing my best not to judge it, really, but...the situation's more than a few levels of awfully twisted by now, I should say.

...Ideas?

It's really not fair. Everyone is getting laid but me. It's not something I usually go without.

I don't understand this Othello play. I'm never going to pass English if I don't get a good grade on this paper.

Why does this Iago guy hate Othello so much? And what kind of name is Desdemona?