((there is a real post at the end of this, btw, if you wanted to skip...))
And it is thought abroad that twixt my sheets he's done my office.
I know not if't be true, but I,
for mere suspicion in that kind,
will do as if for surety.
He holds me well.
The better shall my purpose work on him.
Cassio's a proper man.
Let me see now, to get his place
and to plume up my will in double knavery.
How?
How?
Let's see.
After some time,
to abuse Othello's ear
that he is too familiar with his wife!
He hath a person and a smooth dispose to be suspected,
framed to make women false.
The Moor is of a free and open nature
that thinks men honest that but seem to be so,
and will as tenderly be led by the nose as
asses are.
I have't!
It is engendered!
Hell and night must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.
~~~
And that (title included) is what I recited for my Shakespeare competition today. Didn't win, but I think I did okay. I messed up a bit but never had to ask for a line, so... Yay? ^^;
SOMEONE DID THE SAME MONOLOGUE AS ME. I WAS SO UPSET. But it's okay because (not to toot my own horn but) I did better than her. I actually put a bit of emotion into mine, you know? Like, actually acted like I DID hate the Moor? Instead of just kinda talking it through? Yeah.
Apparently I was shaking...Well, I KNOW I was shaking, but apparently some super rude people think it's okay to point it out...like the girl I sat behind on stage -_-
I'd love to perform Shakespeare again...not sure when I'd ever get the chance to be Iago ever again though...especially because I AM a girl... TT~TT
I was surprised--one of the people doing the "to be or not to be?" soliliquey (spelling?) today actually knew it was about suicide!! I was shocked! I actually didn't know it was about suicide until we studied Hamlet this year...
So, big thanks to Poland, whose eighth period class convinced their teacher to bring them down to see the competition. Honestly, you can't imagine how happy I was when I saw you. It's really a great thing to have moral support. I know it's really stupid--come on, no one cares about Shakespeare. How could it possibly be THAT important to watch your stupid Shakespeare competition? But Shakespeare, and Iago in particular, really mean a lot to me, and I'm glad you cared enough to come watch me pretend to be a serial killer, even if I was a crappy, scared-senseless, unable to speak properly serial killer. Honestly, if you weren't there, I wouldn't have really had anyone in that audience, and I wouldn't have done half as well as I did.
...well, I'd have had no one except for the random teacher that shouted, "GO (insert name here)" when I got up to speak ^^; I don't even know his name...he's my lunch moderator... >///<
Thanks, too, to my broski-boyfriend! She wasn't there, but she wanted to be! Her eighth period teacher wouldn't let the class go...So I had someone in spirit too!! ^^;
Well, I'm starting to feel shaky and crappy again. I'm gonna sign off then. Tata~!
And beware, my good friends, of jealousy. It is the green-eyed hooker monster that doth mock the meat it feeds on!
~Mattie
