Omg Ophelia You Would Not Believe The Day I Had.

Omg Ophelia you would not believe the day I had.

First horatio was like “methinks I saw him yesternight, the king your father” and I’m all like “the king my father???? But he’s dead; peep the nighted color of my mourning garb.” Then he tells me this wild tale of seeing the ghost of my dad and that I should totally come check it out tonight. So I go and skip my uncle’s rager, but it was cold and Marcellus forgot snacks. BUT THEN OPHELIA—The ghost actually showed up, but it started stalking away. So I’m like “I’m gonna follow it” but Horatio grabs me and goes “nooo doooont! it will make you jump off a cliff or lure you in to madness!” So I pulled a knife on him, because one should always have a knife when communing with spectres loosed from hell, just common sense, and threatened to kill him and Marcellus if they wouldn’t let me go. Can you believe horatios nerve? He invites me ghost hunting and then gets all weird about me hunting ghosts!! Anyway, long story short: ran around the woods in the dead of night and lost my hat, talked to the ghost, pissed myself hence why I’m holding my trousers and—why are you looking at me like my noble mind has been overthrown?