Juliet @ MindSay

I am posting this as a tribute to Lady Daughtery I met her 8 years ago and to coin a corny clich'e she had me at hello.We moved in with each other at which time I lost my entire family but I was in love.I worked my butt off,when I wasn't physically working I was thinking of ways to better us.When we got together we lived in a furnished room,within a year we bought an apartment house and within two years we had two apartment houses and a one family house and cottage.Three years later we ran into problems and lost everything and had to start over.I went back to work and made sure we had food she had cigarettes and her medications.Not once did I ever ask her to work,that was my job.To an extent the Lady is honest most of her profiles say doesn't want kids.About a month ago after many years my son contacted me he was having problems one being drugs.Being he is a juvinile I agreed to try and help he was going to come stay with uswhich was a couple of hundred miles fromwhere he lived.Well when it got close to the time for him to come holding to her profile the Lady took off.I went to work in the morning and by night she was gone.What amazed me was some of the things she took.My last pair of clean socks,one dog and two of my Hells Angels shirts yet she left behind a few pictures of her grand children.The way she left really hurt I have given up the apartment and moved from Massachusetts to Reno where I used to live I start a new job saturdaythe other downside I couldn't take my other dog so I had to give her to the shelter.Do the math on the odds of them not putting her to sleep she was a pitbull.I guess our love was like Romeo and Juliet

Writing from Bologna, where the keyboards are erratic at best, much like the busses. My hostel is located slightly outside of town, and there is a special bus that runs to the center of the city every two hours. When I took it this afternoon I was the only person on the bus and the driver kept trying to make friendly conversation with me. I appreciated the sentiment, but as he didn't speak any English and the only Italian I know comes from a passing love of Opera and four long ago years of Latin, we need to resort to pantimime to communicate. He kept turning around so he could look me in the eye, and I divided my time between trying to parse his sentences and looking nervously at the road, which he was completely disregarding.

So far Bologna has been great, but most of the sights were closed by the time I got to town. I have a full day tomorrow, though, and plan to make the most of it. The train ride here was fun, though, I shared my aisle with two very nice Indian men. Neither spoke much English, so we communicated with sentences that went subject\verb\hand gesture till I asked if they were here for holiday. One man said yes, but the other said he was coming here to live. He had to flee India because his brother was in trouble with the Indian mafia, and he feared retribution. This was shocking to find out, but even more shocking to see in pantomime.

And now for something completely different.

Verona was lovely. A small town compared to Venice and Bologna, but it had two things that Venice lacked: Cars and Italian People. I was not as productive as I might have been in Verona, choosing to skip the Opera arena in favor of sitting in cafes with a book and watching the people go past. I did manage to make it to the Casa Giulietta, however; a seventeenth century Veronese house done up as the house where Juliet Capulette lived. To tell you the truth I thought the whole thing was a little hokie. I appreciate that Shakespeare set his play in Verona for a reason, but there's no way Shakespeare could have ever seen a postcard of Verona, let alone the city itself. Still I had to respect the city's love of the play. The walls of Juliet's house were covered in graffitti from young lovers writing their names all along the outside, and the love lorn would write messages for Juliet which they would leave on the walls or by her statue. I much prefered the piazza outside the casa, which was an old town square and was covered with vendors selling fruit, food and souvenirs. In the center of the piazza there was a raised platform where I sat to eat my panini and coca light. I noticed a pair of ominous chains hanging from the platform and consulted my guidebook, which informed me that prisoners used to be chained to the platform and the townspeople would pass by and pelt them with garbage. Charming.

After the casa I walked around the city for a bit, and decided to cross the river away from the tourist attractions. The other side of the river was dominated by a steep hill, and I found a cobblestone street that lead up it. I enjoyed the walk, but eventually had to stop because my eyes started welling up, and I began to sneeze. It's been so long since I found myself in the middle of nature, that I've forgotten I usually have allergies this time of year. They haven't been much of a problem in London, seeing as it still rarely gets about the fifties (there were about two weeks of sunshine, which I have since begun to fear might have been total flukes) but the Italian sunshine caused the verdure to bloom, which in turn caused me to sneeze. I've learned not to mind the hayfever, but as I walked back I began to notice that I was getting the oddest looks from people, and I realized just how striking bright red eyes can be. I figured I must have looked like I had been crying, so I tried to counteract it by smiling broadly at people. This just seemed to frighten them even more, so I ended by simply keeping my eyes glued to the pavement.

I ducked into a cafe to recover, and ended up getting dinner there. The cafe had a fabulous view of Verona across the water, and it was the ideal place to watch the sun set behind the duomo. Italy is filled with mosquitos (I had shared my room with one the night before, as well as with three charming Australians,) and at sunset swarms of swallows came out to feast on the bloodsucking pests. Watching the birds swoop in the twilight, and feeling the day begin to cool I sneezed, and, however horrific it may have looked, I smiled.

so its valentine's day...big woop...i feel like shit...ive had the same headche since 5pm yesterday n i feel so weak...seriously...i could hardly get up this morning...

 

my fone is takin from me til the end of the school year n im grounded til the end of this month...this sux...balls...

all bcuz i wouldnt go in her room to sleep...bull shit:

i wuz up past 10pm (oh my god...thats so late aint it) n chelsie wuz chasin me wit a shoelace n came down in my room to hit me wit it n blah blah blah...DJ seen me in the hallway n couldnt wait to tell my mom...so she told me to go sleep on the couch in her room...but of course i dont wanna sleep on their couch in their nasty room...fuckin bitch...she makes my life a living hell...it sux...she said that now i wont have any priveledges(however u spell it)...i dont have any as it is!...to tell the truth...i cried cuz she grounded me n took my fone ova sum stupid shit.tommy wuz sittin on the fone talkin to angel n he even said it wuz bull shit n everything else...the ironic thing is...i had jus told chelsie that she best leave b4 dj runs to my mom...n not even 30 seconds later she comes in the room...fuck her man...jus fuck her...i hate her...i wish she would sign me ova to my aunt like she has said b4...

 

even alisha thinks that mom likes kenny more than me...n her mom's a crack whore...well its tru...dad says he'll stomp dj...andrew would too...andrew already dont like him...if i told them to...they'd probably go beat his ass jus for fun...lol

 

justin wuz over last nite...i bought him sum chocolates for valentines...he can sit there n buy my mad stuff...so i can buy him sumthin...whether its jus a little box of chocolates or wut...

 

we wuz watchin romeo n juliet yesterday in english...everybody wuz geekin ova how juliet is only 13 n romeo is wutever age he is...edna(yea...i said Edna...ugly name...but she's pretty) said she should still b playin wit barbies...lol

 

well anyway...i guess that wuz my day yesterday.

peace

Dani

what's in a name? that which we call a rose

by any other word would smell as sweet

so romeo would,were he romeo called,

retain that dear perfection which he owes

without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;

and for thy name, which is no part of thee,

Take all myself

-thats what im merorizing. i almost got it all done pat now i have to add emotion and the tone of juliet

 

~Romeo And Juliet~

a starcrossed couple doomed with terrible fate. i love it so much even though its a little hard to understand some words in it. My favorite ling so far is something like this, "My lips have sinned" Then he kisses her again. Its irony that they have no idea of there fate what so ever.