A/N: Please Read and Review! Thank you, o loyal Grace! Oh, sorry it's
taken so long. When I do research (AKA-watch the movie) I forget what I'm
supposed to be doing. Instead, I spend about 45 minutes falling in the
deep hole of Heath Ledger's eyes. It's actually quite funny. I'll just be
sitting there, brain-dead, and then go "OMG! My story!" and jump up and
press rewind, since I totally forget what part I was trying to remember.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Anna. If I get to her. If not, well, then, I guess you'll have to wait and guess who she is. Everything belongs to somebody else.
May 3rd, 1999,In the bleachers, after school
I was incredibly wrong about the "Romeo and Juliet" idea. 'Queen Mab' hath been with neither! I hated to tell Michael that Kat despised Patrick. Even more so when I added "With the firs of 1,000 suns." Gosh, sometimes I wish William-ness wouldn't rule my tongue.
On a brighter, but more confusing note, I think of Michael more than just "the-boy-who-sits-in-English-class-and-always-gives-me-paper-when-I- need-it."
In fact, I think I like him more than a little.
Maybe alot.
William has some definite competition. And what's more, Michael still walks and talks with the living. William would have to have something major to make up for that. Like give me an engagement ring or something.
-Mandella
May 3rd, 1999, 6:30 p.m., Home
I am guilt ridden. Completely, hopelessly torn.
SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND! If not for her, I don't know what I would do during the summer, or days when homework is limited, or when a William movie doesn't come on…wait, scratch that last one… some things do come first. Ok, well, when I can't convince my mom or dad to tape a William version for me.
But continuing, She's the only person that I can talk to. Can relate to. And I'm the only one she can talk to, can call at midnight without a reason, can dance to our favorite group with…
And I've lied to her. Betrayed her. For the sake of who-knows-what.
When practice was over, we had to walk through the courtyard to reach her car. It's a long walk, and I still don't understand how she can nearly kill people/run 1,000 miles for 2 hours, and then carry her 2,000 lb. bag all the way to her car.
Another thing I can understand is how she can talk about soccer for most of the walk back. Fortunately, she opposes the prom more than she dislikes Bianca, so when she saw a poster for it and ripped it down, a new conversation emerged.
"Who would go to such an antiquated mating ritual?" Meekly, I raise my hand. I wouldn't have enough stomach to go by myself, and I don't have a dress. But two strikes you're out, huh? Kat got all upset that I wanted to be NORMAL, and spouted out all the disadvantages of the horror known as prom. I took "it from the wrong perspective. We're making a statement by not going."
Well, joy. As if we haven't ever made a statement. I rolled my eyes, and laugh. I have a habit of laughing. Why was I in such a rush to leave earth? William can wait.
-Mandella
May 3rd, 1999, HOME 6:30!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OH MY GOODNESS!! WHY DID I NOT SEE IT BEFORE???
Someone, please, restore my senses! What WAS I thinking? Romeo and Juliet? Kat and Patrick?
And of all people, this is my area of expertise!
See as soon as I finished that last entry, I turned on my radio. After about a song or two, I got bored and switched over to a CD. The first song that began to play was "Cruel To Be Kind."
Well, this began my never-ending thought track to William. He was the first to make that expression. He used it in his comedy " The Taming of the Shrew." It's about a woman named Katherine Minola who lives in the town of Padua with her younger sister, Bianca, and her father, Baptista. She is a wretch who isn't cooperative at all. Her sister, on the other hand, is loved by any and is considered an ideal woman, especially to her suitors, including Lucentio and Hortensio. Baptista won't let Bianca marry until Katherine does. Eventually, Petruchio from Verona is paid to marry her. He treats her awfully (Cruel to be Kind), but they learn to love each other. Even Bianca and her husband, Lucentio, aren't a more perfect match.
Now, journal, maybe you recognized what I didn't. But as I got to the end of the play in my mind, I began to scream. And whipped out you. I spelled it out to myself. And I didn't see it until just now. 'Twas like I was too close to William to see his work. I was trying to read a computer manual with high-powered binoculars. I mean, even non-William lovers could grasp the similarities (though I suspect a certain Sophomore English teacher would have trouble grasping the concept) .I flip from May third, 3rd period, to this one and back again. How COULD I HAVE NOT SEEN IT? I'm in the middle of one of his plays. Finally. Though I never would have guessed "The Taming of the Shrew."
There is no way on Earth that I will tell Kat now. Kill this once-in-a- lifetime opportunity before it begins? I think not. Besides, Katherine and Patric-Pertuchio love each other…eventually.
And I really like the poem that Petruchio says at the end of the play, too. "Come Kate, we'll to bed. We three are married, but you two are sped. 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white, and being a winner, God give you good night."
-Mandella
May 6th, 1999, Lunch
There is no reason that suicide was necessary. My life is forever getting better. I mean, I like someone who's alive, I've got William still, My best friend is…oh, right. Some things still need some fine- tuning.
Some other aspects of the play fall into place, also. While tutoring Trevor, I noticed Cameron giving Bianca French lessons (Lucentio tutored Bianca Minola). I must admit, I eavesdropped on the two…
"Laisse-moi te demander une question, Cameron. Quand me demander tu de sortir avec toi?" ooh…translation: "Leave me to require a question for you, Cameron. When to require me you to go out with you?" Or, to put it simpler, "when are you going to ask me out?" She stormed off. Ouch.
Wait a minute, how does he expect to know what she said when his book has a hole in it the size of an orange? I wonder how THAT happened.
I crossed my fingers. THINGS MUST WORK OUT.
PLEASE.
-Mandella
May 6th, 1999, In Kat's car, on the way home
Awwwwwwww.
William loves me!
People can come back from the dead!
William gave me a dress. A beautiful, Elizabethan, prom dress.
See I went to my locker as the bell rang for school to be dismissed, and I quickly unzipped my backpack to shove some books in. But as I opened it, the books crashed to the ground. There, hung on a hanger in my locker, was a gorgeous, green, beautiful, pretty, soft, long, Elizabethan dress. For me! A note was attached that read "O fair one: Join me at the prom. I will be waiting. Love, William S."
I am melting.
I am in bliss.
He is sooooo sweet.
Sorry Kat. There is nothing that will stop me from going to the "antiquated mating ritual."
-Mandella
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Anna. If I get to her. If not, well, then, I guess you'll have to wait and guess who she is. Everything belongs to somebody else.
May 3rd, 1999,In the bleachers, after school
I was incredibly wrong about the "Romeo and Juliet" idea. 'Queen Mab' hath been with neither! I hated to tell Michael that Kat despised Patrick. Even more so when I added "With the firs of 1,000 suns." Gosh, sometimes I wish William-ness wouldn't rule my tongue.
On a brighter, but more confusing note, I think of Michael more than just "the-boy-who-sits-in-English-class-and-always-gives-me-paper-when-I- need-it."
In fact, I think I like him more than a little.
Maybe alot.
William has some definite competition. And what's more, Michael still walks and talks with the living. William would have to have something major to make up for that. Like give me an engagement ring or something.
-Mandella
May 3rd, 1999, 6:30 p.m., Home
I am guilt ridden. Completely, hopelessly torn.
SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND! If not for her, I don't know what I would do during the summer, or days when homework is limited, or when a William movie doesn't come on…wait, scratch that last one… some things do come first. Ok, well, when I can't convince my mom or dad to tape a William version for me.
But continuing, She's the only person that I can talk to. Can relate to. And I'm the only one she can talk to, can call at midnight without a reason, can dance to our favorite group with…
And I've lied to her. Betrayed her. For the sake of who-knows-what.
When practice was over, we had to walk through the courtyard to reach her car. It's a long walk, and I still don't understand how she can nearly kill people/run 1,000 miles for 2 hours, and then carry her 2,000 lb. bag all the way to her car.
Another thing I can understand is how she can talk about soccer for most of the walk back. Fortunately, she opposes the prom more than she dislikes Bianca, so when she saw a poster for it and ripped it down, a new conversation emerged.
"Who would go to such an antiquated mating ritual?" Meekly, I raise my hand. I wouldn't have enough stomach to go by myself, and I don't have a dress. But two strikes you're out, huh? Kat got all upset that I wanted to be NORMAL, and spouted out all the disadvantages of the horror known as prom. I took "it from the wrong perspective. We're making a statement by not going."
Well, joy. As if we haven't ever made a statement. I rolled my eyes, and laugh. I have a habit of laughing. Why was I in such a rush to leave earth? William can wait.
-Mandella
May 3rd, 1999, HOME 6:30!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OH MY GOODNESS!! WHY DID I NOT SEE IT BEFORE???
Someone, please, restore my senses! What WAS I thinking? Romeo and Juliet? Kat and Patrick?
And of all people, this is my area of expertise!
See as soon as I finished that last entry, I turned on my radio. After about a song or two, I got bored and switched over to a CD. The first song that began to play was "Cruel To Be Kind."
Well, this began my never-ending thought track to William. He was the first to make that expression. He used it in his comedy " The Taming of the Shrew." It's about a woman named Katherine Minola who lives in the town of Padua with her younger sister, Bianca, and her father, Baptista. She is a wretch who isn't cooperative at all. Her sister, on the other hand, is loved by any and is considered an ideal woman, especially to her suitors, including Lucentio and Hortensio. Baptista won't let Bianca marry until Katherine does. Eventually, Petruchio from Verona is paid to marry her. He treats her awfully (Cruel to be Kind), but they learn to love each other. Even Bianca and her husband, Lucentio, aren't a more perfect match.
Now, journal, maybe you recognized what I didn't. But as I got to the end of the play in my mind, I began to scream. And whipped out you. I spelled it out to myself. And I didn't see it until just now. 'Twas like I was too close to William to see his work. I was trying to read a computer manual with high-powered binoculars. I mean, even non-William lovers could grasp the similarities (though I suspect a certain Sophomore English teacher would have trouble grasping the concept) .I flip from May third, 3rd period, to this one and back again. How COULD I HAVE NOT SEEN IT? I'm in the middle of one of his plays. Finally. Though I never would have guessed "The Taming of the Shrew."
There is no way on Earth that I will tell Kat now. Kill this once-in-a- lifetime opportunity before it begins? I think not. Besides, Katherine and Patric-Pertuchio love each other…eventually.
And I really like the poem that Petruchio says at the end of the play, too. "Come Kate, we'll to bed. We three are married, but you two are sped. 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white, and being a winner, God give you good night."
-Mandella
May 6th, 1999, Lunch
There is no reason that suicide was necessary. My life is forever getting better. I mean, I like someone who's alive, I've got William still, My best friend is…oh, right. Some things still need some fine- tuning.
Some other aspects of the play fall into place, also. While tutoring Trevor, I noticed Cameron giving Bianca French lessons (Lucentio tutored Bianca Minola). I must admit, I eavesdropped on the two…
"Laisse-moi te demander une question, Cameron. Quand me demander tu de sortir avec toi?" ooh…translation: "Leave me to require a question for you, Cameron. When to require me you to go out with you?" Or, to put it simpler, "when are you going to ask me out?" She stormed off. Ouch.
Wait a minute, how does he expect to know what she said when his book has a hole in it the size of an orange? I wonder how THAT happened.
I crossed my fingers. THINGS MUST WORK OUT.
PLEASE.
-Mandella
May 6th, 1999, In Kat's car, on the way home
Awwwwwwww.
William loves me!
People can come back from the dead!
William gave me a dress. A beautiful, Elizabethan, prom dress.
See I went to my locker as the bell rang for school to be dismissed, and I quickly unzipped my backpack to shove some books in. But as I opened it, the books crashed to the ground. There, hung on a hanger in my locker, was a gorgeous, green, beautiful, pretty, soft, long, Elizabethan dress. For me! A note was attached that read "O fair one: Join me at the prom. I will be waiting. Love, William S."
I am melting.
I am in bliss.
He is sooooo sweet.
Sorry Kat. There is nothing that will stop me from going to the "antiquated mating ritual."
-Mandella