Who even knows.

There is no way that I am in any right-minded state to make a blog post, but I did the rest of my homework aimlessly, so here we go.

When we arrive back from break, we have to jump right back into Hamlet like it was no big deal. To be fair, Burge did tell the sub to tell us on Friday to "review" Hamlet over the break so we would be prepared and ready to continue on like there was no break at all. Allow me to be the first to say, even though I agree it barely felt like there was any break at all, my mind is still stuck in no homework mode. Luckily we have no school this Friday for Nevada day, but not so luckily I leave the following week for Nationals. So basically as soon as I get my mind back in the swing of things and my school schedule, I have to mess it up again for another week. Not only will I be getting five hours of sleep per night, but I will also have to compete. Ha, good luck with that dude, especially if you plan on attempting to complete some homework. Oh well, it has happened before, and somehow I mustered out of it.

What even is homework. What even is a blogpost. What the heck am I even doing or thinking or reading of typing. Heck if I know. Good luck deciphering this jumbled mess of gobbly gook and jibber jabber. Farewell my confused friends, I am boarding the same train of thought, whose tracks are blasted to pieces.

Oh, just give me a break

Everyone expects breaks from school to be for catching up on sleep and social interactions. Not for Seniors at AACT, however. I plan to make this break successful by getting a head start on my Capstone project. My main project is to job shadow at a few different farms and ranches; a sheep ranch, a cattle ranch, and a corn and wheat farm. Since fall is pretty slow for corn, wheat, and cows, I'm starting with the sheep ranch (plus it was the only one available this week). Doris Woloszyn, the sheep rancher, was pretty vague on what I was doing this week, because she wasn't sure I could handle the work (little does she know how much I enjoy working on farms. MUCH better than going to a boring old gym). This week she said she was planning on giving the sheep vaccinations, moving pens, and cleaning out the pens as well. So far we've just planned for me to come one day so I can get the feel for it, and then plan the rest of my schedule that day.

Another slightly minor thing I plan to accomplish this break, is to order my proofs for the yearbook, and take my other senior pictures (you know, the nice ones where you are prancing in the woods and hugging trees and such). Not necessarily as important as starting my Capstone and getting a chunk of it done, but still important if I want to get money from my family members for college. Speaking of which, I have already finished one and a half scholarships, all I need are my SAT and/or ACT scores. The SATs I have taken, just haven't gotten my scores back, and the ACTs are planned for the 26th. Fingers crossed!

Sharing is not caring

How can you expect me to share my whole world? Everything I've ever wanted, everything I've ever hoped for. How can you be so selfish to even consider trying to wedge yourself in my complete world?

How would you feel if someone took half of every breath you took? If they took every other step, every other blink, every other beat of your heart. Half of every achievement I've ever accomplished, and you want to steal that away from me?

Ah fie on it, fie! You don't know what you're messing with. The very fragile internal environment whom I share with one person only, and you decide all of a sudden to butt in? It's taken 15 years of my life to even let one person join, and I do not cooperate well with force.

You sit next to me and have invited me to your birthday party, and that is all of a sudden the basis for robbery? How dare you even attempt to cross this path, cross me. I am a malestorm that will tear every ligament from every bone, every connection from every neuron. I will tear all of your hair out, strand by strand until you cannot stand it anymore. Only then will you understand what pain you have caused me if you even attempt to continue this very dangerous path. I would not advise it.

Do not touch my world, do not speak about my world, don't even look at my world. I have been extraordinarily lenient to your contact with my world, but not anymore. I am not naive, I have seen it happen multiple times. I have seen other peoples' lives crushed and ruined by one person trying to join without an invitation. But I am different from those people. My world has been more than too full. It has been torn and ripped away from me, time after time. I was too young to understand then, but now, after a decade of hard, excruciating, horribly endless work, I have finally found a world that I love. It fits me in more ways than I thought possible, and there is no force on this earth that will take it away from me, and that includes you. You better stop, or you will fall.

Am I stretching it yet?

For our English homework assignment we had to write a rough draft of an essay about a sonnet in Hamlet. Hamlet is written by Shakespeare and is therefore confusing. Shakespeare also wrote poems along with his plays that are equally confusing. One of his poems, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day" is about describing a woman to a summers day, with a little bit of Shakespeare's cockiness when he says "So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,/ So long lives this, and gives life to thee." Basically he is saying that people will only know of her beauty because he is an awesome writer and his poems will last forever, which ironically is what happened. This morning while I was driving to school, "Act Naturally" came on by a most wonderful band, The Beatles. This song talks about how they are going to make him famous because they are going to put him in the movies and he just had to "act naturally" for them to do so. I connected these two in my mind, because of the cockiness of Shakespeare and of The Beatles. Shakespeare said his poems were going to last forever, and The Beatles said that they were going to be famous because they were going to be in movies. Obviously The Beatles were unfathomably famous worldwide, and their music has survived even until the 21st century. Shakespeare's work has also lasted that long, putting both of them at the same level of cockiness. As for the irony, The Beatles were famous for their music, and in a song written famously by them, they talk about getting famous because of the movies they will be in. Shakespeare's irony resides in the fact that he said his poem was going to last forever, and thus far, it has. Darn those famously ironic, equally cocky, and all the more inspiring figures of the time.