i am totally Shakespeare obsessed he is so amazing i love his work i am reading the play write Julius Caesar and wow.
I'll try to write an expert but i usually fail when i try.
Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink." I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of troy upon his shoulder. The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber.
Did I tired Caesar. And this man, Is now become a god, and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake. His coward lips did from their color fly, And the same eye, whose bend doth awe the world did loose his lustre. I did hear him groan, Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans mark him, and write his speeches in their books.
OK so this is Cassius speaking to Brutus about Caesar and saying this man who claims to be a god has seizures, can't swim, and gets sick. gods don't get sick so is Caesar really a god also he hates himself because he speaks big words but if Caesar ask him to do something he would do it hastily and he also says that it's annoying that whatever Caesar says everyone pays attention
i am totally confused everything seemed great and now i am questioning my own judgement but it seems i am just the puppet someone else has the strings or in this case all the control but it shouldn't be about me all the time i hope ......well i don't know.....wow i am so positive :) (sarcasm of course)i want ppl to be happy no matter what except murder if you have to kill to be happy i suggest a doctor/not to kill! :)
my friends told me i should convert to being a Jehovah's wittiness because i don't like to sing i use to when i was in choir but that got old and don't like to dance no one to dance with and i hate celebrating holidays but i think converting it's a religious taboo :) this was brought up because my birthdays on the 25Th-uggh
guitar lessons are going great i am happy accept it seems in my wholesome little house hold, well lets just say it was a sham and all the paint has slid off to reveal every ones true image i am in a house full of strangers
and this stupid boy in gym won't stop bothering me i tried tell him to piss off and drop dead but nothing ahhhgggg i think he just likes to bother me though nothing more a parasite or a really hideous dog that follows you everywhere i came very close to using vulgar language but didn't because no offence but ppl who excessively swear non stop sound stupid
i microwaved a piece of bread and recked the microwave the bread was black and melted to the spinning plate thing, i sometimes turn off my brain and do stupid stuff.
i am in love with William Shakespeare not really because he looks kind of like a troll but his writing is amazing how he makes his words flow and come off the page it's like soft butter... well that's how i picture it not the taste of butter of course but how when you slice it with a knife and it just glide through simple, nice. or when your in a boat and you just brush your hand on the surface of the water as you slowly move along.... wow long tangent i seriously love how he writes though
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