All the world's a stage
and all the men and women merely players
They have their exits and their entrances
And one man in his time will play many parts
His acts being seven ages
At first the infant
mewling and puking in the nurse's arms
then the whining schoolboy with his satchel,
shining morning face, and creeping like snail unwillingly to school
then the lover sighing like furnace
with woeful ballad made to his mistress' eyebrow
And then the soldier full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel
seeking the bullble reputatuion
even in the cannon's mouth
then the justice in fair, round belly and good capon lined
with eyes severe and beard of formal cut
full of wise saws and modern instances
and so he plays his part
the sixth stage shifts into lean and slippered pantaloon
with spectacles on nose and pouch on side
his youthful hose well saves; a world to wide for his shrunk shank
his big manly voice turning again toward childish treble
pipes and whistles in his sound
the last stage that ends this strange, eventful history:
second childishness and mere oblivion
sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything

~Jaques of Shakespeare's As You Like It

I don't feel like posting an entry. But like others...I HATE the monolouge above. *murders*

My scanner is broken and I got an infection from being out in the cold to long. I can't move my legs and they're swollen. One has a red bruise (from the cold) that kind of looks like South America. Maybe I should have worn snowpants....

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If you reply to my journal:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that i've always wondered about you.
8. You MUST put this into your journal.