hellosweet

Var ute och körde med mamma idag, och oj vad den kvinnan kan irritera en! Jag har liksom bett dem om att när vi är ute och kör ge mig some space och tänka lite. Så att jag kan "utveckla egen erfarenhet, ett eget tänk" Så att jag inte hänger upp mig på att alla bruka ge mig direkt hur jag ska bromsa in, när jag ska bromsa in, vilken växel jag ska ha elle rnär jag ska svänga. Sånt ska jag ju kunna själv! AH! mamma ha rnog inte riktigt koll om vad jag faktiskt kan. Eller så märker hon inte själv att hon ger direkta angivningar till mig.

Om en månad och ca 2 dar= jag ardethon!

Jag ser solen och blir glad. Ser dig (såg du mig?) och blir ännu gladare. Kan inte sluta le, vill hoppa på dig och skrika HEJ!, men samtidigt vill jag springa och gömma mig. Du gillar ju inte framfusighet. Eller?
  Drömde om dig inatt. Det var en bild som flög i luften. Men sen blev du mer verklig, du fick ben och armar, mage, axlar, huvud. Varför märker du inget? Varför ser du inte.. Jag ska nog hoppa på dig och ropa hej nästa gång. Du kanske böjar fatta vinken då.

Jag älskar shakespear och jag gillar orginal romeo and juliet.

här kommer ett utdrag: (Inget litet utdrag men det förstör magin att tabort förmycket!)

ROMEO [Coming forward.]:
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady! O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing.
What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

JULIET :
Ay me!

ROMEO:
She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

JULIET:
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

ROMEO [Aside.]:
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

JULIET:
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face. O, be some other name
Belonging to a man.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

ROMEO:
I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

JULIET:
What man art thou, that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?

ROMEO:
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.

JULIET:
My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?

~~

ROMEO:
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--

JULIET:
O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circle orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

ROMEO:
What shall I swear by?

JULIET:
Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.

ROMEO:
If my heart's dear love--

JULIET:
Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say it lightens. Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flow'r when next we meet.
Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

ROMEO:
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?



Vet att jag hoppa massa men kunde ju inte ta med hela texten:P

Älskar verkligen den här scenen, den här akten, stycket, Teatern!


Och ja, Hur kan du lämna mig så otillfredsställd?