Hamlet's words.

To be or not to be- that is the question.

Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them?

To die, to sleep, to sleep, perchance to dream.

Ay, there’s the rub.

The dread of something after death puzzles the will,

The conscience does make cowards of us all

Suckled o’er with the pale cast of thought,

Enterprises lose the name of action.

Be thou all my sins remembered.






yup. Shakespeare had a way with words. hamlet was kind of a confused kid, wouldn't you say? you can't really blame him, though. he's got a lot to deal with. -note that i did not put the whole scene here. that would be a very long blog post.

meet storm

he's been around since the beginning.

but he's not always there.

he helped form the world and also helped to destroy it.

he's ruined baseball games,

responsible for countless deaths and injuries,

and makes noises that scares little children.

but he's also helped living things to survive in deserts,

songs are written about him

and when "things can't get worse" he's there to console you.

some dance with him,

some pull out an umbrella,

some do both at the same time.

the name is Arashi嵐, tempête, tormenta, Sturm,

or storm.

briefcase

my friend on Facebook:


       -my mom says i need to be more mature on Facebook.

3-5 minutes later:

      -briefcase.




yea, i just thought that was funny.

finale.

have an awesome summer.

real talk?

                 what's real? fairy tales? school? dreams? friends? media?

                 well hi. i know i'm not real. this blog isn't, either. IT'S ALL IN YOUR IMAGINATION!
               
                  i would like to thank all my readers. thank you. who knows if i'll ever get on here again? i might.
                
                 this has been a wonderful class period. i have looked forward to it every Aday. if only i could live in paris.
                
                 do you want to hear a fun fact? i write down all of my blog posts in a 'blog journal' before i post them on here! thats how lame i am.
         
                i don't recomend it. you can try it out if you want but it slowed me down a lot.
         
                maybye we just really need to take risks on here. thats why we have masks called 'pen names'. to make mistakes.
  
                who cares if it's not perfect? and who cares if out of all your ideas, only a fraction make it on the blog? just do what you can! thats what ive learned. it's hard for me to take my own advice but hopefully you can. i don't know...
    


                                                                       just say ok.

i remember...

what most forget.
old tv shows and movies i used to watch.
i didn't watch too much tv, i just didn' want to remember boring reality.
i remember all of those little regrets i made that don't matter. that no one else will remember. i remember. i remember all my mistakes.
i also remember happy stuff.
the very first friend i ever made in the fifth grade.
i also remember my imaginary friend. the one i forgot.

good times, good times...

popped bubbles

i used to have a bubbly personality. used to be that i was the funny one.

but bubbles are fragile and can be popped easily.

now i feel like that fish on finding nemo that keeps his bubbles in a treasure chest.