5th January, 2007
When Today Was My Last Day
I must say that I am truly sad to leave my position at the library. I really love working there and all the people I met are completely fabulous. I just hope that I can find something that brings me as much joy as the library does. My supervisor suggested that I check out this website to find some community service things that I could work on.
I feel like crap again. During the day, I wasn’t so bad. I was a bit tired, maybe, but not as shitty as I feel now as I type. I was trying to watch Wit, a movie based on a play that I was required to read for high school. It’s quite interesting and amusing. Not your normal comedy I suppose, but it’s also dramatic at the same time. What I love best is near the beginning when the main character and her professor are taking about John Donne’s “Death Be Not Proud.” It really is a good piece of literature. I would paste a copy, except there are different versions out there apparently and I’m afraid I would not do the sonnet justice by choosing the wrong one. I will, however, paste his “The Flea,” another one that I enjoyed reading and analyzing:
“MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck’d me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know’st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper’d swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.
O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we’re met,
And cloister’d in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck’d from thee?
Yet thou triumph’st, and say’st that thou
Find’st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
‘Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield’st to me,
Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee.”
Anyway, I hope I’m not sick, but at least it’s before school starts, right? That way I don’t have to go through the agony of going to school while coughing my lungs out. Maybe I’ll feel better after watching the new episodes of The O.C. and Ugly Betty.
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