SLUMP AGAIN! (~~~V Ophelia V~~~)

Ho hum this is quite depressing. You know you are in a cello slump when you are not excited to play The Swan. Friends have been desperately trying to fix me (Though the people here don't even know what a cello is...) because they know that when the cello isn't going well, my life isn't going well. I miss being in an orchestra! *Sobsobcrycry* And to make things worse, the only book I will read (I refuse to read anything else for reasons unbeknown even to myself) is Hamlet... I can quote the whole death of Ophelia verbatim, and I am now working my way backwards. I suppose the reason I am so interested in Hamlet all of a sudden is because of my new Opheliac attitude.

Opheliac: n. In reference to the character Ophelia in Shakespeare's Hamlet, Opheliac is a noun meaning one who has delved into insanity.

I am not my normal "insane". Now I am insane like... Hate the cello, hate Mrs. Lopez, hate classical music insane. I am closer to quitting than I have ever been. I must cut this short due to some...erm... Disciplinary issues (*coughgroundedandnotsupposedtobeonlinecough*). I'll give each of you a muffin if you will send your advice!

Love-n-scones from this asylum girl!
-Madeline

A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent.
Sweet, not lasting.
The perfume and suppliance of a minute--
No more...

There's fennel for you, and columbines:
there's rue for you; and here's some for me:
we may call it herb-grace o' Sundays:
O you must wear your rue with a difference...