Now for the fun stuff. The countdown to my first year at Stuyvesant High School has begun. I can't wait for the new shool year to start! (My acceptance to Stuy is something I am inexpressibly happy about...) Are there any other Stuyvesant students out there?

I love Shakespeare, Tolkien, far too many poets to name, (I like J.K. Rowling too) and many writers I couldn't list within a reasonable amount of time. Inuyasha rules!

Spelling is a proverbial thorn in my side, so if you could help me in that department, I'll be indebted to you forever. Also, if you would be kind enough to make me aware of any grammatical errors in my writing, (how shall i put it?) I will be eternally in your debt.

Please please please review my stuff! I'll give you sugar and caffine and a hug! (Sugar and caffine are the two things I love most in this world, Shakespeare and Tolkien aside.)

Favorite quotes:
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin.
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee wish not one man more!
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But is it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from
England.
Gods peace! I would not lose so great an
honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one
more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my
host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let hom depart; his pasprot shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse.
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the Feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day and comes safe home,
Will stand a-tiptoe when this day is nam'd
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
The feats he did that day. The shall our
names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gouces-
ter-
Be in their flowing cups freshly remeb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But in it we shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother. Be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And geltelmen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not
here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
-Henry the Kin

I would put down all my fav. Tolkien quotes, but then I would have to copy down everything's he's ever written...