Two households, both alike indignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;
Whose misadventures and pitiful overthrows
Doth with their depth bury their parents' strife.
The frightful passage of their pock-marked desire,
And the continuance of their parents' glee,
Which persisted, despite their children's ire,
Is now the pages of blogging you will see;
The which if you with patient eyes attend,
What humour you doth miss in life, our toil shall strive to mend.

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Dear Diary,

Before I say anything else, I've got to tell you this - I know it's getting close to valentine's day and all (yeah RIGHT) but mom and dad have been trying to set me up with all kinds of royalty. We had a party today, one of dad's traditional feasts and there was this guy, oh was he ever gorgeous! He's called Paris. He danced with me half the evening and then walked off to talk to his gang over some beverage or the other.
Unfortunately, this left me stuck with this dude called Romeo. He's of the Montague family. You know, the one that was feuding with ours for generations before our parents made it up? Yeah that one. I'm beginning to think the feud was there for a reason. I got the slight feeling that he was making fun of me the whole time, especially when he made some comment about eyes bending heavenward in my charming company. D'you think he was being sarcastic?
I liked his boots, though, the only part I did like.. they were golden and had the most beautiful buckles. Some guys have all the luck.

Oh, and apparently he's got to take me out to dinner some time! We would have quietly gone our ways if mother hadn't been so insistent. What is with her? She might have had Paris ask me instead!

Good night.

Jules

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