Hamlet is the definitive emo story.

Oh wow. We're reading Hamlet in English and it's the third piece of literature I've read in the last two years of English AP that I have gotten mad at, or rather, I have gotten sincerely mad or disappointed with the characters or author and/or playwright.
I'm working on memorizing a mini-speech the King gives talking to his wife, the Queen Gertrude, who is his murdered (actually, the current king, Claudius, killed him, Hamlet Sr.) brother's wife, about how he regrets the daughter (Ophelia, who Hamlet was going to marry until he started acting insane) of his murdered (Polonius, dead by Hamlet) advisor's insanity, spurred on by Hamlet's rejection of her and her father's death and her brother's abscence.

O, this is the poison of deep grief. It springs
All from her father's death, and now behold!
O Gertrude, Gertrude,
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick, and unwholesome in their thoughts and
whispers
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but
greenly
In the hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia,
Divided from herself and her fair judgement,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear. O, my dear Gertrude, this,
Like to a murd'ring piece, in many places
Gives me superfluous death.

-William Shakespeare, Hamlet, (IV.iv.79-103)

In other news, Trevor and I really sat down today to figure out what we're doing for a case for Provs on Friday and Saturday in Okotoks.
And we have our choir concert at Kiwanis tomorrow afternoon so that should be an experience if nothing else.

I'm off to work on Poli Sci and math and memorize that lovely speech, with a much more depressing one where the Queen details one of the characters' deaths.

Bye for now,
Until later,
Me.