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Con Mucho Amor,
Krystal

Shakespeare :))

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

-William Shakespeare


I am in love with Shakespeare's work!! And this isn't a resent thing. I have loved it ever since we read Twelfth Night in 8th grade. Sure his language may be confusing at some times but all in all it is amazing!!! In my 9th grade English class we just got done reading Romeo and Juliet (my second time) and it just re-arose my love of Shakespeare...
In my English class we have been doing a bunch of Shakespeare related assignments. One of them that I resently did was re-writing the ending to Romeo and Juliet. And I thought I would share it with you!! If you havent read the entire play then some of this may not make sence to you, but everyone knows the idea of Romeo and Juliet so hopefully it isnt too confusing. Please understand, I wrote this in two days and it isnt the best. But the ideas are all there. If I had more time to work on it, I totally would but I need to turn it in.

Romeo and Juliet: Alternate Ending

Juliet's eyes begin to open. At first she doesn't realize were she is at. She turns her head to the left and sees Tybalt. Then to the right; there is another dead relative. Suddenly, it all flashes back to her. Tomeo and Juliet's marriage, Romeo getting exiled to Mantua, Friar Laurence's plan and her finally drinking the sleeping potion. She realizes she is in the Capulet's tomb.

She tears the sheet off of her body and runs into the bleak night. She has no idea if Romeo has come for her yet. She sits down on the nearest rock and ponders her options. Finally, she decides there is no reason to stay in the cemetary. She walks farther into the cold night, past the ashen tombstones and decorative trees. Finally, she walks throught the massive iron gates to the hardly lit road. She turns to her right and see only the dark road. Then she turns to the left. At first she sees nothing, but then a petite figure steps into the light.

"Is that you Rosaline?" says Juliet.

"Yes, I have been following you. I knew you weren't actuall dead." Rosaline says.

"Oh well, that is kinda creepy, but am I glad to see you! This place is like a ghost town. Have you seen Romeo? He is supposed to be coming for me."

"Even if I did know where he was, I would not tell you."

Oh well, Rosaline, me and Romeo have this thing and..."

"Oh I know about your 'thing' with Romeo! You know, me and Romeo had something until you came along! I was just playing had to get. I have been following you ever since that night when he first saw you."

The next thing Juliet knew was Rosaline's scared fist making contact with her jaw.

........

Romeo runs into the cemetary at full speed. He hurtles over the grave stones and finally comes to the beautiful Capulet's gravesite. He walks into the already open doors. As he scans the untouched areas of the gravesite, he cannot find Juliet. Panicked, he starts running down the aisles, but she isn't there. All he can find is an empty space next to Tybalts body. He sits down on the spot were Juliet's body had once laid, defeated. He can here steps aproaching him and he looks up.

"Romeo? Oh Romeo, I am so glad I found you! Where is your lady, Juliet? Has she run to get her things so you can flee to Mantua?" Friar Laurence runs over to Romeo's side.

"No Friar! She isn't here! I don't know were she is! She wasnt here when I came."

" Oh dear, ohhhh dear. We have a problem. The sleeping potion I gave her has probably made her confused and disoriented!"

"Wait, wait! What potion? Did you tell her to kill herself?"

"I gave her a potion that would make her appear dead. She took it last night, so she would not have to marry Paris, but you did not get the letter I sent which explained this all to you. Now that everyone thinks that Juliet is dead, you and her can run off to Mantua together." The Friar explained.

"There is one problem with your plan Friar. We don't know where Juliet is!" At this piont Romeo was extremely frustrated.

The two men headed off the find Juliet. As they ran through the streets of Verona, Romeo's mind began to think of the worst.

What could have possibly happened to my dear Juliet? What if she was kidnapped in her deep slumber? She could awaken any minute now and some creep could hurt her or even kill her! What if she is already dead? No, no I cannot think that. I must think positively. Oh, but what if she is indeed hurt. Oh my dear Juliet, I swear if I find you, and someone has hurt you, I will kill that soul.

…….

“Rosaline, don’t you thing this is a little irrational,” Juliet said as she backed away from Rosaline. “I really think we should talk about this. Really, this is no way for a couple of respectable young ladies to act!”
After a couple more insults to Juliet and a few more blows to the face, Juliet decides to take action. As a general rule she didn’t know how to fight, but when her instincts take over she knows exactly what to do. She gets a couple of affective hits when Rosaline pulls a knife out from under her dress. Rosaline gets close to stabbing her straight in the heart, but Juliet reaches down and picks up a couple of large rocks. She throws one and misses. Then the second, yet another miss. Juliet starts to panic and throws one final rock.

……..

After searching for a half an hour, Romeo and Friar Laurence are getting tired of looking for Juliet.
“Friar, do you think we are ever going to find her? I am getting tired and I need to go back to Mantua before the sun rises and someone sees me.”
Just then, a blood curdling scream rips through the night air.
“That could be my Juliet! Come, Friar before it is to late!”
Romeo grabbed Friar Laurence by the arm and barreled down the street toward the noise. The followed the trail of blood to a girl standing over a body. For Romeo, the sight of his love, dead to his other loves sword was unbearable.
“Oh Romeo, she attacked me! I saw her in the street and all of a sudden she lunged at me! Oh Romeo I was terrified!”
She jumped into Romeo’s arms like a child missing her mother, and sobbed.
“Rosaline! How? How could you do such a thing, as kill my dear Juliet!
All of the emotions running through Romeo’s heart were intolerable. He loved both of the ladies and he had sworn to Juliet that he would kill anyone who hurt her.
“But Romeo, it wasn’t my fault! I told you! She attacked my with that knife! I was defenseless, there was nothing anywhere. Romeo I was so scared! I need someone to help me through the trauma.”
Romeo thinks: Well, I never promised Juliet to her face. According to Rosaline, Juliet attacked her. All I can do now is help this poor girl through her sorrows.
Finally, Romeo convinces himself to always remember Juliet and to love Rosaline.

……..

After Juliet’s second funeral, Romeo gets un-exiled, and Rosaline convinces him to get married to her. Romeo has since forgot about that night, and about Juliet altogether, yet again breaking another promise. Rosaline thinks of Juliet often, and how she is glad the poor girl is dead.

The End.

Wannabe Mexican :P

"There are so many different ways lives work out, so many stories, and every one of them is precious: full of joy and heartbreak, and a fair amount of situation comedy."

-Sean Stewart

How are my amazing readers this fine evening (/morning/afternoon/midnight or whenever you may be reading this)??

I hope your good because I sure am :))

I have just been a really happy person lately :)) which is always a good thing :) in my opinion...

The majority of my friends are currently Mexican <3 and since I am always surrounded by them I am like a total wannabe mexican :)) And all of my friends want me to learn Spanish so bad!! And so do I!! It would be great to know what they say when they speak Spanish. Its kinda funny because sometimes someone will say something and then remember I am there and say it in English :P I dont mind though, it doesnt affend me.

I think Im getting pretty good at it. I am good at the understanding part. Not so much the speaking :PP Hahaha But I have taken enough Spanish classes to know some words and so most of the time I can get it. Ive also learned alot of things from them.

Chewing Gum = Chiqle :/ Im no good at spelling but I can say it

Estoy mochos = Do i have boogers.....that may seem kinda wierd but my friend is sick and she doesnt wanna have boogers on her face :P

Hahaha so Imma start using a little bit of spanish on here :P idk just cuz Im crazy and obsessed right now :P But only really easy stuff that you will probably be able to understand. Like I wont start writing in complete Espanol...Maybe Spanglish:P <3

Anyways, it is nighttime when I am escribe (writing) this. And I need to get to bed and then read my libre :) Currently reading Remember Me by Christipher Pike :)) <3

Con Mucho Amor,

Krystal :))<3**

Pictures....

You may have noticed all the very random pictures on the side.
Talia and Serena do that. But all of their pictures seem to be related. Inspirational, colorful, black and white, photography, or quotes.
But mine are all kindoff random...
Thats because I see myself as a kind of random person. But they still remain similar.

Graffiti
Flowers
Love
Animals


All of these things are things I love.
Well Ill probably be adding more random photos along the way.

Be happy,
Krystal XD

Edgar Allen Poe!!

You wouldnt believe it, but..........



Here's a Hint:

Do you need another?

YOUR RIGHT!!!!!!!! Its Edgar Allen Poe's birthday!!!!

And as a huge Poe fan (not the tellytubby one, Im still talking about the poet), I must share with you my two favorite (and probably the most popular) poems.

The Raven

The Tell-Tale Heart

Just in case you havent read these, at the end of this post I will have a copy of The Raven (not the Tell-Tale Heart because its pretty long and having both of them on here would be a bit much). And links to a copy of both of the poems for you too read on the internet. :)

Edgar Allen Poe

The Raven

The Tell-Tale Heart

Nevermore!!

Krystal

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,


While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,


As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.


`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -


Only this, and nothing more.'






Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,


And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.


Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow


From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -


For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -


Nameless here for evermore.






And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain


Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;


So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating


`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -


Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -


This it is, and nothing more,'






Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,


`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;


But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,


And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,


That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -


Darkness there, and nothing more.






Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,


Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;


But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,


And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'


This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'


Merely this and nothing more.






Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,


Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.


`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;


Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -


Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -


'Tis the wind and nothing more!'






Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,


In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.


Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;


But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -


Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -


Perched, and sat, and nothing more.






Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,


By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,


`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.


Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -


Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'


Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'






Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,


Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;


For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being


Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -


Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,


With such name as `Nevermore.'






But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,


That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.


Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -


Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -


On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'


Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'






Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,


`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,


Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster


Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -


Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore


Of "Never-nevermore."'






But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,


Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;


Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking


Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -


What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore


Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'






This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing


To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;


This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining


On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,


But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,


She shall press, ah, nevermore!






Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer


Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.


`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee


Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!


Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'


Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'






`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -


Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,


Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -


On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -


Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'


Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'






`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!


By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -


Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,


It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -


Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'


Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'






`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -


`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!


Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!


Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!


Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'


Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'






And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting


On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;


And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,


And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;


And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor


Shall be lifted - nevermore!
 
(ps did you like the signature??)