dreams
last night i finally met the girl of my dreams...not, in person mind you, but in my dream...up till now all the women in my dreams were either people i already knew or just faceless stand ins...but last night, finally, i met her...she was amazing...and nothing sexual at all happened...in fact, some how or another it was sort of like a war epic...i
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I didn't dream of anything last night what a bummer. no hunky guy or anything~ man...no crazy crime fighting either
lol...that's really cool though. I think if I dreamt of something it was prolly Kevin's cryo-ed dog. Couldn't stop thinking about that.
But time fo' Shakespeare! I'll tty when I get home :)
btw this is the sonnet I was talking about last night
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
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SONNET 91
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force,
Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest:
But these particulars are not my measure;
All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost,
Of more delight than hawks or horses be;
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast:
Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take
All this away and me most wretched make.
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