finluithiel | shakespeare and staving off impending doom

::sighs:: I love Hamlet. Such a tormented character. I especially love his soliloquies - it makes me want to worship The Master Bard more and more as I read it again and again.

Too bad that I forgot to borrow the school library's copy of Macbeth - though it's the Folger version, so most of the text is in Middle English. Darn.

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It's the distribution of report cards tomorrow for the second quarter, and I'm feeling nervous. I mean, if you found out that you lost at least two or three points off a subject you really aren't good at, and that you came close to failing one subject - well, you and I would share the same state of mind.

I just hope that my general average wouldn't be too low...

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We're off to Baguio for the week-long break they gave us grudgingly. Five days of stress-free bliss! (Well, if I could just push our ugly, disgusting house help off a cliff unobstrusively, then...)

Oh well - I'm off. I need to wake up early tomorrow to get my report card.

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To die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream - aye, there's the rub: for in that sleep of death what dreams may come...