1. In response to Kelly O’Keefe (Gertrude) Blog #1
Alright, so I understand that you think that I have been acting different lately, but I can't help to think that you have got to understand why. I don't appreciate you acting like you don’t understand and am confused why I've been different. You know why; you moved into things so quickly after dad passed away and because of that I am having a very hard time controlling my feelings and all I want to do is rebel. “But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two, / So excellent a king, that was to this…” (1.2.138-139). I have been very depressed and you and uncle always wonder, "How is it that the clouds still hang on you?"(1.2.66). It should be very obvious and I don’t feel that I need to explain any further.
2. In response to Arden Jacobs (Ophelia) Blog #2
You say that you are going to spy on me, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I know you might me trying to just be clever and seductive, but in all honesty that kind of creeps me out. I would rather you be honest and up front with me than trying to hide stuff and be all cute or clever. I still love you but I just have to be honest. Through all of the events in my life, im not even sure that I want to live, “O that this too too sullied flesh would melt, / Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew…” (1.2.129-130). What’s stopping me, though, is clear and I don’t need you to add to the reasons that I want my life to be taken. “His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter. O God, God, / How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable…” (2.1.132-133).
3. In response to Kelly O’Keefe (Gertrude) Blog #3
As your son, I feel that the choices for your page suit you perfectly; sassy, prideful, and straightforward. “More matter, with less art.” (2.2.95). In many ways you just say it how it is, with a lot of confidence. “I shall obey you. / And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish / That your good beauties be the happy cause / Of Hamlet’s wildness. So shall I hope your virtues / Will bring him to his wonted way again, / To both your honors.”(3.1.37-42), again, you are being straightforward, and speaking your mind without beating around the bush at all. Although I hate to admit it, you are somewhat stuck up. I don’t mean it to be disrespectful but I just needed to let you know how I feel, and I feel that through your blog’s qualities, it really shines through. Now, others may not feel this way about you, but because I am your son and I am still disappointed and mad at you for your quick actions, this is how I feel and can't/ don't feel like changing it. Sorry for the rudeness, but it just feels good to let it out, let you know how I am feeling (on this blog so that it's not too disrespectful), and just have a 'heart to heart'. Had to let you know; don't know that this was the right.
4. In response to Arden Jacobs (Ophelia) Blog #4
“To be, or not to be—that is the question:” (3.1.56). I don’t understand how you don’t get where I am coming from. Life is hard, it is “weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable” (1.2.133). There are so many things that have gone wrong and I almost can’t handle it. Now, looking back on wanting to commit suicide, it seems a little harsh. On most occasions I would say that suicide is not even close to being an option. But after experiencing all of these crappy situations, I may have changed my mind a little.
5. In response to Arden Jacobs (Ophelia) Blog #5
I, for once, agree that the Peter Seng guy was a little harsh. Yes, I agree that sometimes you can be a little crazy, but not deranged. You have been through a lot and I will back you up on this one. At one point you said, “I was the more deceived.” (3.1.120). You poor thing, felt as if you were being deceived or misled and I feel sorry for you. You have been through a lot and it was not fair at all for Seng to say, “The last the audience has seen of Ophelia before she enters deranged, singing and playing on a lute…” (Seng 218). You were not deranged; just misled, somewhat crazy, and a little weird, but not deranged at all!
6. In response to Arden Jacobs (Ophelia) Blog #6
Of course I will care when you die. I know the time might have to come soon but it will be a very sad day. I would hope that you know that I will care and would never wish it upon you to die. Here is my proof; "I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers / Could not with all their quantity of love / Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her? " (5.1.247-249). "'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do. / Woo’t weep? Woo’t fight? Woo’t fast? Woo’t tear / thyself? / Woo’t drink up eisel, eat a crocodile? / I’ll do ’t. Dost thou come here to whine, / To outface me with leaping in her grave? / Be buried quick with her?—and so will I." (5.1.252-258).
