Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving, the holiday dedicated to tolerating family time and eating until you explode into tiny bits of true American. I don't have to tolerate family time today though. My real family is across town, and everyone here is asleep. I'm spending my holiday playing Dead Space and being angry that my car is still being worked on. I don't remember Thanksgiving last year, but I'm sure it was the same as this one, maybe more people came over for dinner. We usually have a ton of people come over and this year there's only three of us. For some reason we're eating dinner for lunch, there must have been a time change or something while I was asleep, I'm not used to eating "dinner" at three in the afternoon. It seems like its going to be a quiet day, I like that. I think I'll spend my day killing Necromorphs and fattening myself up so I feel like a true American, guns and turkey, 'merica.

Hamlet

I was doing some research on speech memorization and according to some people, typing out the speech will help. So instead of typing some stupid blog entry, I'm thinking about typing Hamlet's speech that I need to have memorized. I have most of it down, just not enough of it. It should be interesting to see if I can pull it off in front of the class. I've never had to memorize a speech before, seeings as I skipped the one in freshmen year. So I'm going to type the speech and hope it helps me out.

How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not  That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scrupleOf thinking too precisely on the event,A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say 'This thing' s to do;'Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me: Witness this army of such mass and charge Led by a delicate and tender prince, Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

Blah Blah Blah Got a Letter

I got a letter from my bank today, a letter wishing me a happy 18th birthday. I thought I was bad with birthdays, they can't even get the month right. I should send a letter back saying "Congratulations, you're adopted!" That actually sounds like a bad idea now that I've typed it out. There must be some kind of law against that. I just looked at the envelope and the letter came from Michigan, they must already be in December or something. But its the thought that counts, not in Hamlet's opinion but in everyone else's. But Hamlet is dead, so he can't yell at people for not taking action or talk to himself about suicide. Because I'm almost positive he would get his knickers in a twist about my bank sending me a letter. Hamlet and I are pretty close. Like always this blog has been completely pointless and a waste of time. Finding anything important to say is becoming extremely difficult anymore. I haven't looked at any of the other blogs but I'm pretty sure they all sound like this, completely stupid. They probably don't complain as much as me but whatever, I can complain if I want to, and I definitely want to complain. Complaining is the only thing I'm good at. So get used to it "O Grade Giver," there's a lot more complaining where this came from.

I Don't Like Desks

I've been slacking on the blog thing. I keep forgetting that I'm expected to write something every time I have English. I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to have like 18 posts or some number close to that, I think I have 10. 10 posts is pretty close in my humble opinion. I have to work on that Hamlet packet thing as well, I would be if I stopped getting distracted by everything. For example, I'm watching South Park right now and can barely focus on typing this. I need a soda or something, or ADHD medication to make me focus. I never have anything to write about on this thing, I could write about Hamlet and how I have to memorize a speech, but that's boring. I could talk about Halloween but that's boring too, all I'm doing is going to Renown for a couple hours. Renown is fun though, especially the ER, when they get trauma patients is the best part. Its crazy how calm everything gets right before a patient gets wheeled into the trauma room. All of the physicians joke around and get things ready, and as soon as the patient comes in it gets serious. It turns into a type of controlled chaos. I definitely like that type of work environment, way better than sitting at a desk all day.

Fall

Fall is such a nice season. A chill takes over the air, the leaves change, people dress up in costumes and pass out candy that may or may not contain razor blades or poison. Fall is one interesting season to say the least. I wonder when it became socially acceptable to dress up as horrific creatures and as other horrificly under dressed people. Its nice to wake up to weather that isn't too cold, and enjoy a day thats not ridiculously hot. This season is my favorite, and Halloween is my favorite holiday. Its terrible once Fall is over and is replaced by a dreadfully cold Winter. But oh well, I'll live with it until I find a place that is stuck in Fall.

This is Not Good

The SAT is in four days, four days! This isn't good. I haven't done any studying, none at all. It'll be a guess test. Well not really, just on the math. I am not a math person. I've never liked it, I'm not one for wasting time and finding a number seems like a huge waste of my precious time. That's the only part of this test that I'm worried about. As long as I get coffee and a little bit of sleep I'll be golden. I already know I'm going to get extremely bored during this test, or just really annoyed. That is way too early to take a test and deal with people. I'm not a people person in the morning. I don't understand people who can talk for long stretches in the morning. Seriously, what is there to talk about, "how my day is going?" How am I supposed to know how my day is going? It's 7 in the morning, my day hasn't even started and you're interrogating me about how its going. Well lets see, I woke up, and I got to hear you talk, so pretty awful thanks for asking. I make sure to avoid people who like to talk a lot in the morning, that's just not my thing. I'll talk when I have something to talk about, not when you want to break my lovely silence with your unnecessary vocal cord noises.

I keep forgetting to put titles

Here we are once again boys and girls, and Burge. Today's post is about Hamlet, so quit reading now. Hamlet is one depressed dude, and I guess hes not too happy about his uncle-father situation. I think the people in this play are on some major drugs, I mean they all see ghosts. The theme of the play is that way back when everyone was tripping out on drugs and seeing things. Bam, whole play figured out. There isn't any reason to continue reading about Hamlet and his depressive character. He really needs a hobby, one that doesn't involve talking to himself about how much of a whore his mother is, or talking to ghosts about being murdered. Hamlet just seems like a moody teenager, puberty is hitting him hard and hes completely overwhelmed. He's sad that he has a new dad and his allowance probably got cut or something. Oh how the teenage years are confusing. I'm completely off track, I doubt Hamlet is a teenager. Hes probably like 20, so 90ish in modern times. He should solve his problems by killing his uncle dad and "bed sheet jumpin' in" mom and take the throne. Then painting everything black and mourning about everything every day forever.

The "Man"

Once again, the dilemma of having nothing to write. Hamlet is interesting I guess. I'm not really getting into it. I hope it gets better at some point or this is going to be one boring read. I'm just not in the mood to write, read, or make a folder with Hamlet stuff in it. I'm not in the mood for anything really. Probably because I'm sick and hate everything because I'm sick. Being sick sucks, being around sick people sucks. The guys in Hamlet in scene one are sick, seeing ghosts and stuff, that's crazy. Shakespeare had a thing for ghosts. I still have nothing to write. I have to but I don't want to. I want to take a nap, and have my personal butler write this for me. I should get one, or two. Maybe I'll have them fight to the death for my amusement. I bet theres some law against that. The man always bringing me down.

Beet Fields and Communists

I’ll be completely honest; I do not want to write this post. There’s nothing worse than realizing you have to write one when you have absolutely nothing to say. I mean nothing, I’m completely blank right now but I guess I can’t put this off. I just need to sit down, compose myself, and slam my fists into the keyboard until I have a post. I probably won’t do that; I’ll rant about how I have nothing to say and keep repeating myself until I have enough words on this page to post. This is going to be a really long, and I mean really long year if I keep having to crank one of these out every week. Wait; scratch that, twice every week. It’s a grade based on my ability to come up with some random idea and turn that idea into about 250 words. I don’t have any ideas I want to share with you people. Go read “Thieves” you communists, and then you’ll see why. Not that I have anything against “Commies,” I’m positive you’re all wonderful people keeping those beet fields alive like a good Soviet. This is not going to be one of the blog posts Burge shows in class, not with that Communist comment I just made. It wasn't me, promise. I wonder if I can end this thing with exactly 250 words. This is going to be interesting. I feel bad for the person reading this; you just wasted a good 30 seconds of your life. 

This Post Has no Title

This time I think I'll just cover a current event, there's nothing from class that I want to cover so I'll just talk about how embarrassed the CDC is about heart disease. Heart disease is the number one cause of death in the U.S. and it is also easily preventable. Many people die from cardiovascular disease each year, about 800,000 to be exact. 30% of all cardiovascular deaths occur under the age of 75.
“That's 200,000 lives that could be saved every year, said Dr. Thomas Friedan, director of the CDC. Particularly striking is the fact that 56% of those deaths occurred among people under the age of 65.”
The CDC claims these are unnecessary deaths and that the numbers are embarrassing, although they are not surprising.
African Americans are twice as likely to die from heart disease according to a study, and men are two times more likely than women to die from heart disease and stroke.
But, Friedan said, "your longevity may be more likely to be influenced by your zip code, than your genetic code.“ According to the research, the District of Columbia had the highest rates of avoidable deaths - 99 deaths for every 100,000 people. That's more than double the rate in Minnesota, the state with the lowest number of preventable deaths. Friedan also says that Heart Disease can be stopped with the ABC’s, Aspirin, blood pressure control, cholesterol management. The CDC believes it is never too early to start focusing on heart health. More community support for people at risk is said to be needed to drop the numbers of heart disease.
"Bottom line," says Frieden, "this is the No. 1 cause of death, the No. 1 preventable death, and the No. 1 cause of inequalities. And we can make rapid changes to improve."

So that means limit your sodium and don't smoke, and never smoke sodium, or cheeseburgers.

Thieves.

Alright, I had to change my blog title because some other weirdo decided to steal my title. So now I'm going to be posting on the happy fun time area instead. But don't think this is some place full of sunshine and lollipops. This blog is going to be filled with the opposite of that, probably darkness and chewy candy, lets go with that. You have been warned! It's pretty easy to find out who these blogs belong to, and the whole anonymity has gone out the window once one nosey person decides to start shouting it out around their village. I mean, its not bad when someone finds out what your secret identity is, but its bothersome. It's like being a superhero, once one person finds out who you are, you're kinda screwed. So if I was to say anything bad about someone, I'm sure someone would tell everyone. Not that I would talk badly about any of you wonderful creatures reading this.