The following post is rated O for opinionated. (:
Has there ever been a more perverted, chemically unbalanced man in the history of the world? The answer is simply, utterly, and completely, NO.
Romance?
Maybe, just maybe, I'm the only one who doesn't find: falling in love, getting married, and committing suicide all in one months time of each other NOT romantic. I must confess, when Mr. Favorite teacher EVER announced to my 9th grade English class that we were beginning our Romeo and Juliet unit, there was a hidden (verrrry hidden), deep excitement inside of me. I mean, everyone says Shakespeare is romantic... right???
Wrong.
So here I am, approximately two months after that day. The small, hidden excitement in my heart for the "Romantic Story" has been dumped on the side of the road, and recycled into annoyance, heebee-jeebees (spelling?), disgust, and an overall longing to never read Shakespeare- Ever again. I realize that this is an unrealistic wish, but... i'm going for it. I don't mean to offend any Shakespeare fans- if you enjoy him, that's just fine and dandy.(:
It's just a bit much for my little fifteen year old brain.
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