"No More Crying in Your Lonely Room, No More Empty Nights..."

Why can't I make the whole world good?


--Miss Zara, it's not very good, but 'tis poetical, and perhaps that's something?

( I don't know what happened, but I thought I heard you... )

"Hadn't Been There an Hour 'Til He Met a Broadway Flower..."

Wanted to finish Time City, so burnt my feet again. Augh, it hurts to walk, and I'll have to be on my feet all day--I've not sat down since I got up hardly, except to write addresses. Augh. *flaily* I need to learn to be more sensible. Or learn restraint. Or something.

In any event, it's amazing how much better cleaning makes me feel. I did the whole kitchen short of cleaning out the refrigerator (I prefer to do that bi-annually), and the den including the dusting, although I haven't polished any of the wood furniture, and I really ought do that. When I get back, I'll do Melinda's room. But, but, I love to clean. I feel so powerful armed with a sponge and a towel and a scouring pad, and going at the counters and the microwave and the sink and the table. Dusting is fun, too, and so is vacuuming. <3 I might vacuum the living room for Waen, since she hates doing it.

Am at the library presently--must go finish my shelving. I did the first batch for two hours, and while I was gone a whole other stack piled up, so I've got that, too.

Also have been writing postcards; took out an ILL form for Claudius the God, actually remembered to eat lunch; am wickedly tired; have promised to help Waen with the homework for her Italian class if she gives me crack!plots to work from; and have failed utterly and entirely either to complete Nanni's or Zara's birthday fics, despite earnest hard work and staying up till two last night, and forgetting to shut the lights off so getting lectured fiercely by Mum. Ahaha.

Also, shall have little to no time until Tuesday. Gahh. I want to reaaaad, and not to have to do it on the treadmill. My feet hurt, and I am a whiny wicked little creature. In pain. Bah.

But I printed out my flowers from Miss Kylee, and printed out again the boat Sir Rosencrantz drew for me, so I can pin them on my walls, now! ^___^

I shall beg Mum not to have to go along to Waen's class. It's two hours long, besides an hour there and back transportation, and I need the time to finish cleaning and to have a moment or two to sit down and stop hyperventilating with busy.

...Toasters are nasty to clean, and I have broken the microwave. Oh, dear.

Now I must go finish my shelving.

"I Could Sleep So Easy Next to You..."

*flail* Everything I've eaten to-day has made me ill, and I'm tired. ;_; Am going to hide in my room and sleep and read, perhaps, but mostly sleep, because Mum is insisting.

...But I have poetry and postcards and Hamlet on film so there, and am going to spoil myself myself a little to-night. And hide.

The night I came home it was so hot I couldn't sleep with a blanket, and now I'm sleeping under my blanket, my flannel blanket, and grandma's quilt, on the goosedown comforter, and I'm still so cold I can hardly sleep. Augh. Is hard having the only unheated room in the house. Although, really, the whole house is just as cold. ;_;

My leg cuts are lots better, though. No blood to-day.

Augh ill. *hides*

...But I promised to help Waen with her Italian! I can't go to bed! Flail, did not mean to forget that...!

"In the Watches of the Night I was Always Fresh and Bright..."

Rainbowjehan in Boy Story

With a beautiful simplicity, this breathtaking journey, set in the fictional country of Elbonia, is a look into the lives of companions, silverdragon262 (Jonathan Taylor Thomas) and rainbowjehan (Natalie Portman), who find themselves struggling with the past because a chance meeting has been made possible by her unscrupulous rival, most_noble (Keira Knightley). Your heart will melt and run into your shoe. Be prepared with paper towel.

Produced by ianiceboy

...Not knowing any of the actors of the time (black and white film love ^_^), I looked up Jonathan Taylor Thomas. Zara, you're adorable. ^___^ But not as adorable as you really are, sadly.

...AHEM. I am going to bed...!

"My Daughter! My Son! We're Not Often as One..."

I finished my eee copy of military!Denmark. ^___^

OhGOD. I was listening to the Crack!Hamlet musical while I was reading, and Eye for an Eye came on exactly at the moment I started reading the Laertes-Claudius scene. Coincidence much? Also, Vivre was playing during To Be or Not To Be, so I seem to have claimed that song for Horatio. Now I must find the translation again--all I remember is the 'to love until you die of love' part. So! In any event.

I like the idea of military!Denmark. Even if Miss Kylee does not see Horatio as a high-ranking officer. ^_^ Rosencrantz and Guildenstern were adorable collegians, wearing therefore nineteenth-century suits, the ones with the jackets that are cut very short in front and long in the back. Eeee. With big lapels. ^____^

Ophelia was reading the Rosemary for remembrance bit out of a book. I rather liked that. When she got to the violets, she kept flipping through the pages and couldn't find them, and then said the They withered all when my father died line.

...The Horatio/Hamlet was quite pronounced. Actually.

They cut the entire graveyard scene. The man who fixed the play up for performing said he always hated it, so he wasn't disappointed to have to cut it (they had a time restriction). Also, there were photographs. Beautiful black-and-white photographs. Horatio is holding a swooning Hamlet at the end. :D

Also, Hamlet dies in the throne emo chair. And Horatio is bitter!Horatio. And Laertes makes his touch on Hamlet by waiting until his back is turned because he believes the match is over, which is somewhat unnerving to a former fencer.

...I liked it. I liked it very much. But I wanted the graveyard scene. ;_; This Hamlet and Horatio were rather wonderful. I really wanted the graveyard scene just to see how they'd do it.

All the Players were characterised. That was rather fun. ^__^

And now I stop the ramble. I am still ill, unfortunately, and feel as though I might be sick. Also am so cold I have given up on my dress and changed into my enormous flannel nightdress--the one I couldn't stop squeeing about last year. I really should photograph it. It's so beautiful. <3 Mum is wonderful.