Okay, this is really weird. So I was looking at random blogs today (yes, I know I'm weird, I've already heard that one quite a few times), and I somehow managed to happen upon a Renaissance writing blog thing, about, as far as I know, Shakespeare- era writing and such. And they had a Shakespeare Sonnet of the Day. And do you know what sonnet it was? You guessed it. Sonnet 133. Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan, for that deep wound it gives my friend and me, is't not enough to torture me alone, but a slave to slavery my sweetest friend must be. Yes, the very same. It was the weirdest thing ever. And no less ironic that we started new books today in English, and the one I am doing is Romeo and Juliet. This is the WEIRDEST day EVER. Or rather, 'tis the most strange day in these many years past. I don't know how Shakespeare would say it. As of yet, I'm really bad at talking in Shakespeare style.
I really wish English was Chinese. The Chinese language has barely changed in the zillion years that it's been around, and here I am, being completely befuddled by what some poet wrote four hundred years ago. The only line that I actually get is when Juliet says, "How canst thou be out of breath when thou hast breath enough to tell me that thou art out of breath?"
I'm not entirely sure that was right. But it's the gist of it, anyway. Like, how can the nurse tell Juliet that she's out of breath when she has enough breath to say that she's out of breath? Something like that, anyway.
Life is so weird.
