The attack of the dangling modifiers

For those of you who think that my life is one big party, please take a moment to share my pain and get a little insight into some of the less glamorous moments in my humble little life.

It's quarter to one in the morning, my eyes are burning like hell and all I want is to curl up in a corner and sleep. My brain is numb and at this very moment, I think I have just forgotten everything I read over the last few hours. Which is a shame, because it was so entertaining.

I guess you could say it was kind of a romance slash adventure story. It involved compound-complex sentences (a bit raunchy, I know), adjective prepositional phrases (they're the bad guys) and a few reciprocal pronouns (awww, so cute!). They story was flowing along quite nicely with a few twists and turns until the dangling modifiers (obviously pure evil) entered the scene and it all got quite ugly. One reciprocal pronoun got killed (shot in the head) and a compound-complex sentence was kidnapped and injured quite badly (its mother is still being treated for shock). Later on it turned out that before it went to the dark side, one of the dangling modifiers used to hang out with a base-form predicate adjective. Which is quite amazing, considering the base-form predicate adjective (which is very attractive, by the way) later on became a devout Catholic. The sad thing was, it turned up on the scene of the crime, trying to talk some sense into the dangling modifier and ended up getting stabbed too. Definitely not a happy end.

My flat mate is watching a comedy show on TV in the room next door and laughing her ass off. If only she knew how much more fun she could have with English grammar. I can't wait for that exam. Looks like I'm gonna ace that one.