O happy dagger!
So, it was like midnight and I didn't particularly feel like going to sleep, so I of course watch the 1968 version of Romeo and Juliet. Most of you probably don't know this guilty pleasure of mine. I am absolutely in love with Romeo and Juliet. I remember watching it in Mrs. Glidewell's class in 9th grade and being entranced. Everyone else was making fun of the men wearing tights or Juliet's ummm volumptousness, but I was entranced. I asked for it for Christmas and now watch it whenever the mood strikes. Which is fairly often. Maybe I'm a hopeless romantic or something. But it's so beautiful.
Gosh, I'm such an Anglophile. Whenever Chris wants to insult me now he just says that Shakespeare is an idiot. Just to get a rise out of me. I'm still in shock about spending a month there this summer. A month emersed in British everything: history, literature, culture. I'm coming back with a beautifully condescending accent, just to warn y'all in advance. That is if I come back at all. Maybe I'll just stay and nibble scones while sitting under the flying buttresses of a Gothic cathedral and sipping my afternoon tea. To be followed by a brisk punt on the Thames, some fish and chips, and a performance at the Globe. And I will meet a gorgeous British boy who recites Shakespeare to me and plays cricket, as long as he has straight teeth. He will be a Duke or Earl or something; we will marry and live happily ever after in our historic Tudor castle. Sigh.
Gosh, I'm such an Anglophile. Whenever Chris wants to insult me now he just says that Shakespeare is an idiot. Just to get a rise out of me. I'm still in shock about spending a month there this summer. A month emersed in British everything: history, literature, culture. I'm coming back with a beautifully condescending accent, just to warn y'all in advance. That is if I come back at all. Maybe I'll just stay and nibble scones while sitting under the flying buttresses of a Gothic cathedral and sipping my afternoon tea. To be followed by a brisk punt on the Thames, some fish and chips, and a performance at the Globe. And I will meet a gorgeous British boy who recites Shakespeare to me and plays cricket, as long as he has straight teeth. He will be a Duke or Earl or something; we will marry and live happily ever after in our historic Tudor castle. Sigh.