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.