Tuesday, February 19, 2013

The Girl in Black

“Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,/Why you never see bright colors on my back,/And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone./Well, there's a reason for the things that I have (John R. Cash).” These words, spoken by the soulful singer, Johnny Cash, are why my justification on why my blog went from pink, the color of love, to black. Please ask me no more, I can barely handle that both myself and Hamlet are upset. But of course, Hamlet and I are in a lover’s quarrel and that is something I do not want to get in to at this very moment. I just wish that God in heaven would help him, and for this I’ve pleaded multiple times. “O, help him, you sweet heavens! (3. 1. 145).” I must utter these words multiple times a day. I just want my beloved Hamlet to return to me, and maybe, just maybe, once again, we will be happy again. And why the blue outlining? Well, dear friends of mine, I’m incredibly upset. Sometimes, Hamlet is just so hot and cold. Just a few nights ago, he shows up in my room and what a sweet surprise that was (but a true lady never kisses and tells, if you know what I mean), but today “And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, that sucked the honey of his musicked vows (3. 1. 169-170).” I mean, I told him everything and trusted him, and this is how he repays me. I used to think that Hamlet wasn’t the typical boy, but I supposed I may be wrong.

Also, you may notice that the font has changed. Well, my readers, while love is a very serious and formal topic, I’ve received some complaints that my original font was just a little too formal. So, I’m attempting to lighten up a little. Though my life is becoming much harder to maintain, it’s sometimes easier to handle if things get lightened up just a tad. And if you look closely at the picture in the background, it appears to be the barren desert. That’s because things are horribly wrong here in my home of Denmark. “something is rotten in the state of Denmark (1.4.90)" and, if Denmark is going down with a white flag, it will soon become a desert country.

Until next time,

Ophelia, who at one point was thought to be the next Queen of Denmark

Monday, February 18, 2013

Revenge...it's more than just a TV show

Days of our Lives: Sami shoots EJ


“You’re a monster.”


Well, Sami Brady has done it again. Although, this time I don’t blame her. After she learns from Rafe (her true soul mate, just like Hamlet and I) that the dastardly EJ DiMera played a key role in the kidnapping of their daughter, Sydney, the wedding is called off (thank God!). But, EJ still has plans to ruin Sami’s life and tells his step-mother, Kate, that he plans on taking Sydney and their son, Johnny, away from Sami. For good. Kate, in a moment of kindness that she rarely has unless it involves herself, calls Sami and warns her of EJ’s plan. Well, no one messes with Sami Brady’s children, so she goes to find EJ, who is passed out drunk because he “truly loves Samantha and can’t believe this is what happened on their supposed to be wedding night.” When Sami sees him, he’s holding a glass of scotch and a gun. Seeing prime opportunity, she takes the gun and shoots him in the head. That’s pretty much the ultimate act of revenge in the Days of our Lives storybook bible.


Revenge like that is a good thing. EJ’s trying to take something away from Sami that she loves more than anything else. Maybe it would work in my situation. Next time my father tries to stop me from seeing Hamlet, I’ll pop him in the head. Well, maybe not that extreme. “He raised a sigh so piteous and profound (2. 1. 106).” Maybe EJ made a noise like that while Sami was contemplating her choice, but it was the sigh that pushed her over the edge. I know that if someone around me (cough, cough, Daddy, Laertes cough, cough) made that same noise, I’d snap and go all crazy on them. Except I wouldn’t. I have I stay the perfect daughter so I can have a chance of seeing Hamlet again at some point.


Maybe if Sami had “repel his letters and denied him access to me (2. 1. 121-122)” she wouldn’t even be in the situation she was in. Sami needs to learn to listen to the love of her life (Hamlet…I mean, Rafe) and not the horrible intentions of a notorious crime family, she wouldn’t be in the same situation. She should have listened to Rafe when he said there was something fishy going on with how EJ was acting when he found Sydney. But Sami Brady is Sami Brady and needs a man to lean on at any time in her life, and since Rafe was the man of the month who was pissing her off more than she needed to be, she chose EJ. Sami needs to learn to always listen to Rafe, much like I always listen to Hamlet, even when he came in looking “as if he had been loosèd out of hell (2. 1. 93).”


Let’s get real, here, Samantha Gene Brady-should be Hernandez but you are too stubborn to realize it. We’ve all got men in our lives that just seem like the perfect choice to love. For you, it’s Rafe. For me, it’s Hamlet. EJ does not believe in your life. He’s a DiMera for crying out loud. You were married to him once, and how did that turn out? Badly. What makes you think that things will be different the second time around? Sami, your father feels the same way about EJ as mine does about Hamlet. But just because that’s the only good thing I can connect about my life and yours with EJ, and even that’s not a good thing. My father told me “That hath made him mad. I am sorry that with better heed judgment I had not coted him (2. 1. 123-125.)” My dad’s telling me not to be with Hamlet, and I’m telling you, never ever get back together with EJ. Go to the DiMera mansion and sing the classic Tay-Swift break up song “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together.” Then go back to your apartment with Rafe and make up and get married again. The wedding was perfect, and the two of you overcame so much together. Just do it for your biggest fan, the future Queen of Denmark.


Sami, if you don’t listen to anything else I have to say, at least listen to this one. “More grief to hide than hate to utter love (2. 1. 133).” It’s some stupid thing my father said to me, but I’m going to re work it for you. You’re going to have so much grief if you marry, or do anything, with EJ. So please get back together with Rafe so I don’t have to travel to the Salem that no one knows exactly where it’s located and have the future king and queen of Denmark track you down and talk some sense into you. Please Sami, do it for your number one fan.

Until next time,


Ophelia, future Queen of Denmark

Thursday, February 14, 2013

HOW COULD HE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I absolutely CANNOT believe what my so-called father just told me. I told him that Hamlet, my love; my SOUL MATE has given me “all the holy vows of love (1. 3. 123).” And what does he do? He tells me, in more or less words, that I’m being a silly teenage girl. That I’m being a fool. He tells me that I can find someone better. “Set your entreatments at a higher rate (1. 3. 131).” Umm, hello. I’m in love with a prince? How much of a higher rate does he want me to pick someone to love? So, me, being the perfect daughter I am, told him that I’d stay away from Hamlet. “I shall obey, my lord (1. 3. 145).” Haha, yeah right, Daddy. Surrendering isn’t something I plan on doing with my lover.

I get it, I’m “daddy’s little girl” and all that, but doesn’t he get that I’m growing up? Why can’t he understand that I’m tired of being “Ophelia, daughter of Polonius and sister of Laertes?” Why can’t he accept that I want to be “Queen Ophelia, wife of the greatest king Denmark has ever seen, Hamlet?” Yeah, so I get it, Hamlet won’t be king for a bit, but I’m willing to wait. Being a princess has to be just as good as being a queen, right? J

And don’t even get me started on what Laertes said about my love with Hamlet. “Sweet, not lasting (1. 3. 9).” Not lasting? NOT LASTING! Ugh, why does he feel he has to butt into my love life? It’s not my fault he has gotten any love lately. So, you know, I tell him to buzz off and stay out of my life. “But, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven (1. 3. 50-53). I think that’s, like, the best “leave me alone before I kill you” line in the history of brother and sister fights. That’ll teach him to mind his own business, especially when it comes to the man I love (and for that matter, the ONLY man I will ever love).

So, I need your help. I can’t live this lie forever, but I don’t want to say goodbye to Hamlet, because I really and truly love him. And I can’t break his heart; it is Valentine’s Day after all, and the poor guy is trying to get over the death of his father. Well, I have to go, Hamlet just sent me a cutesy message and I need to go read over it a million gazillion times and “oohh” and “aahh” over it.

 

Until next time,

Ophelia, future Queen of Denmark