Wednesday, November 12, 2008, 7:43 AM

because class hasn't started (it's 7.44 am ohmygah who wants to be awake at this hour..)
& i'm frigging bored,
let's test my memory.

*breathes*

If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die.
That strain again! It had a dying fall.
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour.
Enough, no more. 'Tis not so sweet now as it was so before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou,
That notwithstanding thy capacity,
Receiveth as the sea, naught enters there
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price
Even in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.

actually, i don't even know if i typed the verses out correctly. lol.
ahhh i miss Twelfth Night! lol.
i think i still remember the rest of A1S1. hmmm.
ugh sleepy zzz.
& i keep oversleeping for my 8am classes so i end up rushing to take the shuttle down.
which makes me pissed off in the morning (i hate rushing zz shortens your lifespan.)
& who likes getting pissed off in the morning, right.
sighhh.