I have never read Hamlet. I don't know if it's on the senior cycle curriculum, but I think it is. But over the past couple of weeks, I've been familiarizing myself with Ophelia, the young woman in love with Hamlet. He original shows her love back, but he begins to ignore her and reject her, and finally humiliate her. And she was so heartbroken she drowned herself, whilst singing love songs and entwining flowers into her hair. The painting is by Alexandre Canabel, and Shakespeare himself wrote the passage in which she dies colourfully and beautifully....
"There is a willow grows aslant the brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come.
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples.
There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang an envious sliver broke.
When down the weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook."
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come.
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples.
There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang an envious sliver broke.
When down the weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook."
I don't know why I'm so captured by the tale... I think it's just so sad. Men, eh? Grrr. Now I'm angry at men over fiction. Boys too. I'm so peculiar. I'm in my early teens, yet when I'm single I want to be held, and when I have somebody, I'm mostly uncomfortable. The people I'm actually comfortable with break up with me. This year I've felt like such a failure in the boyfriend thing. Ash will go 'No, I'm worst than you' but she isn't because boys do want her she just doesn't put herself out there in that sense. Longest relationship for me: 2 weeks 3 days. That's an epic fail. I broke up with 3 because I was uncomfortable.... and those were the two-week ones. And then 4 broke up with me, some in a lot less than a week. I thought I was okay about it by now. I thought I was over it. But I feel kind of threadbare. Empty. Only 70 years to go.
Youth Club was almost as bad as the gaa. At least I knew people at youth club. My little case of the snifflez and coffz is now a big case of the snifflez, coffz && sneeezez. But I'm not sick. Teehee. Sleepover with Missa tonight. I feel like an eleven year old. I'm mad excited too. I haven't had a sleepover since well before the operation. Ash was s'posed to come but she's babysitting. Roll on 2k10 bbz. Winter = hatred. I can't even get xmas presents this year 'cus we're poor. So basically, I just want it all to be over with, the unnecessary snifflez & the bad weather.
Pretty pearls mommy bought me.....broke mysteriously snapped in the key word is banana middle of the night all by themselves. Still not doing anything for Halloween. And it's my favourite time of year. This year was effing great. (:
Nothing else to write. Life is boring, monotonous, boringly monotonous and monotonously boring.....
LUCY
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Youth Club was almost as bad as the gaa. At least I knew people at youth club. My little case of the snifflez and coffz is now a big case of the snifflez, coffz && sneeezez. But I'm not sick. Teehee. Sleepover with Missa tonight. I feel like an eleven year old. I'm mad excited too. I haven't had a sleepover since well before the operation. Ash was s'posed to come but she's babysitting. Roll on 2k10 bbz. Winter = hatred. I can't even get xmas presents this year 'cus we're poor. So basically, I just want it all to be over with, the unnecessary snifflez & the bad weather.
Pretty pearls mommy bought me.....
Nothing else to write. Life is boring, monotonous, boringly monotonous and monotonously boring.....
LUCY
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