Here, and not quite dead
Yes, livejournal, I have been neglecting you.
It's not you, I promise. It's me. And my homework, which seems to be endeavoring to kill me. Take right now, for example, I'm supposed to be writing a paper on two monologues that take place in "Phèdre" for my French lit class. I also keep checking my IM to see if Schefflera has logged in, because I haven't spoken to her in forever and I miss talking to her.
...This is not making my essay efforts go any faster. It doesn't help that I'm not especially fond of this play. It's a French take on a Greek tragedy, and I don't like the characters in general. Phèdre is a weak-willed spineless twat, her husband Thésée simply wanders off and no one knows where he is for six months (who is this pissed when he comes back and everyone assumed he was dead and got on with their lives), and Hippolyte (Thésée's bastard son with the Queen of Amazons, the MORTAL ENEMY of Phèdre) has of course fallen in love with the daughter of his father's MORTAL ENEMY, and had his step-mother fall in love with him as well. But she can't help it, because Venus CURSED her family -- after all, it's not as bad as her mother, who had sex with a bull and gave birth to the Minotaur.
At no point is it explained why anyone would marry a woman who had been cursed to fail in all of her romantic attempts. It really reminds me of nothing so much as a 17th century version of Twilight. *facepalm* I like the play we're reading in my Grammar class so much better. It's at least ridiculous and funny, not angst ridden and so... "WOE IS ME!!!" I have the serious urge to buy these people dark eyeliner, white foundation, and some black nail polish.
*sigh* I should post up the translation of one of the monologues, because they're just that bad.
It's not you, I promise. It's me. And my homework, which seems to be endeavoring to kill me. Take right now, for example, I'm supposed to be writing a paper on two monologues that take place in "Phèdre" for my French lit class. I also keep checking my IM to see if Schefflera has logged in, because I haven't spoken to her in forever and I miss talking to her.
...This is not making my essay efforts go any faster. It doesn't help that I'm not especially fond of this play. It's a French take on a Greek tragedy, and I don't like the characters in general. Phèdre is a weak-willed spineless twat, her husband Thésée simply wanders off and no one knows where he is for six months (who is this pissed when he comes back and everyone assumed he was dead and got on with their lives), and Hippolyte (Thésée's bastard son with the Queen of Amazons, the MORTAL ENEMY of Phèdre) has of course fallen in love with the daughter of his father's MORTAL ENEMY, and had his step-mother fall in love with him as well. But she can't help it, because Venus CURSED her family -- after all, it's not as bad as her mother, who had sex with a bull and gave birth to the Minotaur.
At no point is it explained why anyone would marry a woman who had been cursed to fail in all of her romantic attempts. It really reminds me of nothing so much as a 17th century version of Twilight. *facepalm* I like the play we're reading in my Grammar class so much better. It's at least ridiculous and funny, not angst ridden and so... "WOE IS ME!!!" I have the serious urge to buy these people dark eyeliner, white foundation, and some black nail polish.
*sigh* I should post up the translation of one of the monologues, because they're just that bad.