| 1. | (sometimes initial capital letter ) resembling or befitting Don Quixote. |
| 2. | extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical, or impracticable. |
| 3. | impulsive and often rashly unpredictable. |
So I have made two very definite and important desicions about my life in the past two days and they are these:
1. I am moving back into my parents house for a while. I am also looking forward to this, not really sure why, but I am.
2. I am going back to school part-time next year. I want to take creative writing, French, and possibly a history class or philosophy. I am also really looking forward to these.
Having those two things decided has made me both relaxed and anxious.
Right now I am watching Pride and Prejudice, the new movie version with Kiera Knightley in it. This is my question, why can't people talk now like hey used to. It's so beautiful, and poetic, and meaningful, being not oly classy and charming but sexy.
These are quotes from all the Jane Austen books I've ever read:
Pride and Prejudice
"Nothing is more deceitful," said Darcy, "than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast."
Emma
"My dear Mrs. Weston, don not take to matchmaking. You do it very ill!"
Sense and Sensibility
"My heart is, and always will be, yours."
Mansfield Park
"Oh! Do not attack me with your watch. A Watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot
be dictated to by a watch."
Language and words are so amazing. The way they can be constructed so elegantly and graceful and create vivid emotions, anger, sadness, euphoria, is incredble.
In my opinion, Old English is the most beautiful genre of the English language. Any books, plays, movies, manuscripts, spoken word or poetry I hear from another era or time period, I instantly love. There is such freedom and seemliness and attraction in the words and language, whether it's brash and harsh, or mopey and sad, or raw and brutally violent, that makes me want to build a time machine and teleport back to a time where moldy hygene and disease was common just so I could be able to experience the culture of a language so beautiful.
I think if I lived during Shakespeare's time, I would be a massive romantic, a wealthy and popular poet (if they had female poets back then), overly dramtic, wearing lace and puffs, but practical, courting and teasing men and lyikng around in bed all day drinking wine and eating pheasant , writing these unbearbly and achingly quixotic ( my new favorite word by the way, due to the fact that Don Quioxte is one of my favorite books and ballets) poems that would have men following me around like lovesick puppies in the street.
I am the biggest romantic. Seriously.
Anyways, now that I have ranted and raved and rolled, I shall retire.
