The Day of Birth

On the day of birth, I use the 'birthday' excuse to fit in all the favours I can't get in the other 364 days of the year. For example, I successfully get Lydia to take my hat back to house. And CEO Kim's hat too, that freeloader (it's not even her birthday). Lydia was definitely not going to do it until I uttered the all powerful sentence 'it's my birthday'. Her hands started to subconsciously lift to collect the hat.

Thursday

Me: Aren't you meant to be revising Biology?

Natasha: Yeah... I am meant to... but not yet I guess.

Watching Hamlet

The second version of Hamlet we watched in class had a high budget and Benedict Cumberbatch.

I kept waiting for Benedict Cumberbatch to take his shirt off because I had this feeling that he would.

He did not.

It was disappointing but also not because I didn't want him to take his shirt off; I just expected him to.

The other Hamlet took his shirt off. He was fit. He also had a tattoo of Old Hamlet on his chest, which was hideous. So bad. So ugly. Ouch.

My sixty second long blinks turned into soliloquy long eye rests turned into brief nap. I fell asleep when Hamlet killed Polonius.