These are all songs Hamlet would listen to I think...
1. Monster- Skillet- Hamlet is always angry and i think he "feels like a monster" sometimes
2. Breaking- Anberlin - This song has to do with breaking hearts. I chuckled when I was looking for songs for Hamlet, because it totally lines up with him breaking Ophelia's heart
3. Raining Blood- Slayer - A very angry song. It has to do with blood and death. Perfect for Hamlet
4. Truth of a Liar- August Burns Red - This song is metal, and i can picture Hamlet listening to this, because it is kinda angry...the last lyrics are "suck it up and bite the bullet"...perfect :)
5. Mother lover- The Lonely Island - In the Mel Gibson version, Hamlet is a "Mother lover", and it is quite disturbing...enough said...
6. Are You Gonna Be My Girl- Jet - Hamlet wants Ophelia...alot...so he wants her to "Be [his] Girl"
7. The past Should Stay Dead- Emarosa - Hamlet's past should stay dead. He would like this song.
8. Hand of Blood- Bullet For My Valentine - this song has to do with a "Hand of Blood" i.e. murder and hate and dirty deeds. Everthing hamlet likes to do.
9. A Plot To Bomb the Panhandle- A Day to Remember - a very angry, screaming song. Hamlet would love this song, because it is one of my favorites.
10. Live, Love, Die- In Fear and Faith - Hamlet lived, loved ophelia, and is going to die.
11. I'm Not Okay- My Chemical Romance - this song is about being pbviously not ok. It is angry and i guess it lines up with his bad attitude
12. Had Enough- Breaking Benjamin - Hamlet has "Had Enough" with his life, and his uncle will get what he deserves
13. Barbarian- August Burns Red -Hamlet is crazy and is a "Barbarian" in my opinion.
14. Open Wounds- Skillet - this song has to do with Hamlets open wounds from all the hard experiences he has gone through. his wounds have not been fully closed, and he is suffering.
15. Adam's Song- Blink-182- this song has to do with suicide. It is Hamlet's "to be or not to be" speech.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
To shave or not to shave...
To shave, or not to shave – that is my question
Whether ‘tis easier to keep the scruff on chin
And face the distaste of the ladies,
Or shave the uncleanliness right off,
And, by uncleanliness, meaning manliness.
To shave, to take away from manliness-
No more- and to shave to say I must face
The tearful trials of my fellow men
After each passing period- ‘tis a thing
Which I will not be able to handle.
To shave, to lose your manliness-
To lose manliness is to face criticism,
Ay, there is the problem,
For in shaving, what rumors may come about
As to why you may have done the deed.
To shave is to face the shameful snickers
As you continue down the hallway, buy ay-
What say the others who dislike the beards?
Ay the women-who look in disgust as we walk past
Who wants to face the shameful snickers,
The tears of you manlier friends *cough* Collin,
The barrenness of your face as you feel completely exposed,
The happiness of the many girls
As they think they get what they want.
‘Tis a terrible idea to shave the scruff.
Who else would keep the manliness?
Some men must stand up and choose-
Choose to keep their repulsive feeling facial hair-
For the good of all mankind.
But then there is the undesired loneliness,
When all who used to befriend you now ignore,
Simply because they are jealous of your beard;
And the girls don’t talk to you any longer,
Because they are repulsed by the manliness.
We arrive at school and wish that we had done
The deed and bladed the whiskers off the cheeks.
And as many have found, ‘tis an unwanted place to be.
Shave the beard and lose your companions,
Or keep it and intimidate those who you despise…
That is the problem which all must face
Whether ‘tis easier to keep the scruff on chin
And face the distaste of the ladies,
Or shave the uncleanliness right off,
And, by uncleanliness, meaning manliness.
To shave, to take away from manliness-
No more- and to shave to say I must face
The tearful trials of my fellow men
After each passing period- ‘tis a thing
Which I will not be able to handle.
To shave, to lose your manliness-
To lose manliness is to face criticism,
Ay, there is the problem,
For in shaving, what rumors may come about
As to why you may have done the deed.
To shave is to face the shameful snickers
As you continue down the hallway, buy ay-
What say the others who dislike the beards?
Ay the women-who look in disgust as we walk past
Who wants to face the shameful snickers,
The tears of you manlier friends *cough* Collin,
The barrenness of your face as you feel completely exposed,
The happiness of the many girls
As they think they get what they want.
‘Tis a terrible idea to shave the scruff.
Who else would keep the manliness?
Some men must stand up and choose-
Choose to keep their repulsive feeling facial hair-
For the good of all mankind.
But then there is the undesired loneliness,
When all who used to befriend you now ignore,
Simply because they are jealous of your beard;
And the girls don’t talk to you any longer,
Because they are repulsed by the manliness.
We arrive at school and wish that we had done
The deed and bladed the whiskers off the cheeks.
And as many have found, ‘tis an unwanted place to be.
Shave the beard and lose your companions,
Or keep it and intimidate those who you despise…
That is the problem which all must face
Sunday, October 18, 2009
crossing the threshold
What is the purpose of life? Are we to be passive and go along with the flow of life? I believe we should take initiative and hit it head on. The most dreadful thought is knowing that you could have done something different. That you could have made a different choice or taken a different path which may have altered the outcome. What will we feel when we are of age, and we reflect on our empty lives, only to discover the vacant lives which we have led?
As I continue on with my life, I am at that crucial point where I am beginning to cross the threshold and venture into the unknown world, not knowing what lies ahead. As I approach the time where I am going to move out of the house and head off to college, I wonder where I will end up. Right now, it is as if I am in the matrix, in an endless hall with doors on each side, not knowing exactly what is on the other side. As I narrow down my options, and pinpoint which direction I want to go, I will soon need to pick a door. The moment I complete this step over the threshold of this door, it will be like stepping out of an airplane into thin air. It will be a moment of free fall. It is then that I will be forced to lay down the foundation of my life and decide what direction I want to go. I will need to decide what career to pursue so I can support myself and my family. Once I have decided, it is then that I can pull the chute, and I can slow things down. I can then settle down, and live my life happily ever after with my family.
As I continue on with my life, I am at that crucial point where I am beginning to cross the threshold and venture into the unknown world, not knowing what lies ahead. As I approach the time where I am going to move out of the house and head off to college, I wonder where I will end up. Right now, it is as if I am in the matrix, in an endless hall with doors on each side, not knowing exactly what is on the other side. As I narrow down my options, and pinpoint which direction I want to go, I will soon need to pick a door. The moment I complete this step over the threshold of this door, it will be like stepping out of an airplane into thin air. It will be a moment of free fall. It is then that I will be forced to lay down the foundation of my life and decide what direction I want to go. I will need to decide what career to pursue so I can support myself and my family. Once I have decided, it is then that I can pull the chute, and I can slow things down. I can then settle down, and live my life happily ever after with my family.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Loving a Grendel...
Just a few days back, I sat there, pondering what I should do to "Love My Grendel". I got in my car, and even as the ignition turned and the A/C belts on my piece of junk began to squeak, I had no idea what to do. As i approached those luminescent golden arches, I smelled the nuggets. I swung open the doors, ready to purchase my nuggets. I got in line to get my 10 piece nuggets, and behing me was a kind looking middle aged woman. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I thought to myself, maybe thios was my Grendel. After i got my nuggets, it was her turn, and as she ordered, I quickly offered to pay for her meal. She seemed confused as to why I would do such a thing, but she willingly accepted. Hopefully I made her day.
I didn't know exactly what to do for my project, so I wanted to pick out a kind looking person who least expected me to do something for them. I wanted to cheer someone up who was looking lonely or feeling down. No matter how small the action may be, it can still cheer somebody up, or it might even start a reaction. Maybe she will in turn do something kind for another unexpecting person. This is the kind of action that God expects of us. We are to be striving to become more like Him, being totally selfless and loving others. We are to treat others How we would want them to treat us. I hope , although I may never see her again, that I have made an impact on her even by this small deed
I didn't know exactly what to do for my project, so I wanted to pick out a kind looking person who least expected me to do something for them. I wanted to cheer someone up who was looking lonely or feeling down. No matter how small the action may be, it can still cheer somebody up, or it might even start a reaction. Maybe she will in turn do something kind for another unexpecting person. This is the kind of action that God expects of us. We are to be striving to become more like Him, being totally selfless and loving others. We are to treat others How we would want them to treat us. I hope , although I may never see her again, that I have made an impact on her even by this small deed
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Beowulf Blog
There are many stories which contain the most epic of heroes. These stories are written to represent what we want to be. However, you can’t have a hero without a villain. There is always a struggle in which evil is pitted against the hero. This is true both in stories, and in our own lives. We are always faced with problems in this evil world. We must choose to fight against them like an epic hero, or we will fall to them. We must not give up hope even in the darkest of times. We must take initiative like Beowulf to overcome the monsters which are out there. These obstacles come in different shapes and forms and we must be ready to fight.
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It was a bright Sunday morning and the dew began to sparkle as the sun rose over the stadium wall. It was a great day for soccer. Although it was just nine months ago, I remember it as if it was just yesterday. The full back turned to the outside as I desperately tried to chase him down. I recall the urgency of the game. A win stamped our place at a top spot in the league. I can still feel that pain as I leaped to block his kick. It was that sharp surprising pain originating in the ankle, but surging through the rest of my body within a couple of seconds. The ball was blocked, but I came down on the end of my foot and rolled my ankle violently forward. The pain was excruciating.
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The monster which I faced was injury. Instead of relaxing and waiting for it to heal, I started working it out as soon as I could. I wanted to build up my ligaments back to normal so I could go 100 percent and achieve my goal of playing college soccer. After 2 or 3 weeks I was at it again. I was practicing and playing in games continuing to build on where I left off. This has been one of the recent villains in my life.
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It was a bright Sunday morning and the dew began to sparkle as the sun rose over the stadium wall. It was a great day for soccer. Although it was just nine months ago, I remember it as if it was just yesterday. The full back turned to the outside as I desperately tried to chase him down. I recall the urgency of the game. A win stamped our place at a top spot in the league. I can still feel that pain as I leaped to block his kick. It was that sharp surprising pain originating in the ankle, but surging through the rest of my body within a couple of seconds. The ball was blocked, but I came down on the end of my foot and rolled my ankle violently forward. The pain was excruciating.
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The monster which I faced was injury. Instead of relaxing and waiting for it to heal, I started working it out as soon as I could. I wanted to build up my ligaments back to normal so I could go 100 percent and achieve my goal of playing college soccer. After 2 or 3 weeks I was at it again. I was practicing and playing in games continuing to build on where I left off. This has been one of the recent villains in my life.
Friday, September 25, 2009
nuggets...chicken nuggets
The warm savory flavor just makes your tongue tingle when it first makes contact with your mouth. This is the feeling I first had when I saw that the 10 piece chicken nuggets were only $1.99 at mcdonalds. I was filled with joy, because those nuggets are like God's gift to man. They are pure amazingness. When I heard the joyful news, I raced down to my local Mcdonalds to taste the goodness. It was just what I thought it would be like...heavenly. I love mcdonalds chicken nuggets.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
My personal statement
The dust rose as the wheels kicked up debris from the destitute Dominican roads. I knew by the looks on their faces that this was much more than just a relaxing week without school. This was my first overseas trip, and little did I know, that the smallest things can have such a vast impact on an individual’s life. As we came to a stop at our next village, I came face to face with the poverty of the third world countries. I was so shocked as if lightning had just struck in the middle of a summer day, yet something was missing. There was an element which was vacant like the last piece which is missing to a puzzle. As I slowly turned my gaze, I noticed the enormous, bright smiles of every single child, beaming into the cores of my eyes as if it were like a thousand suns. How could someone who has nothing be so selfless, yet so joyful? It was that same joy that a young child has on Christmas morning as he tip toes down the steps to finally discover what had been in the big giant box for those two dreadful weeks. Yet, these children had no toys. They had nothing, yet they weren’t grumbling about it.
As I took my first step, I felt a faint pressure on my hand, and as I turned, a young boy came into view no older then 10 years old. He smiled at me and I smiled back as I looked deep into his joyful eyes. He took my hand into his, and as he immediately started walking and talking, I knew that at it was right at that moment that a friendship was born. We continued to walk under the scorching sun, and as we soon entered through the rusty chain link fence which marked the school grounds, a shout of enthusiasm resounded among the children. As we sang songs with the children, their hearts screamed out in joy. My young friend and I continued to talk and strengthen our bond, but as the sun crept overhead, it was time. We heard those same words that we had heard so many times, but this time it was different. This time, it tore at my heart as I was forced to leave my new friend behind. His heart sank as well did mine, but as we began our journey back, he climbed up onto my back and we were off. As another bead of sweat trickled down my forehead, it was then that his words pierced right into my heart, and into the core of who I really was. As the words rolled off of his tongue, it hit me like nothing ever had before. “Necesito un padre como te.” I need a dad like you. My new friend taught me everything I needed to know about life.
I often take things for granted in my life, because I have it so easily. He showed me how to appreciate life more. Through him, I learned about joy, leadership, friendship, and how to be a better person. He showed me how I can be a leader, and that I can make a difference in whatever I do. He also taught me how to be joyful. I have a tendency too be negative, but he showed me how to see the positive side even in the toughest of situations. He taught me new character qualities which will shape my life and the way I act forever.
As I came nearer to the bus, I knew that this was going to be goodbye. I set him down told him that I would never forget him. As I stepped onto the bus and looked back, I smiled at him once again and that same joy was still there in his eyes. The bus started and we began to roll on down the pathway. That was the last time I ever saw him. Although only a young boy, he showed me how to work hard for everything and to not take my opportunities for granted. Ever since my trip, I have been continuously striving to give 100 percent in whatever I do, and to take the most of my opportunities. I am grateful to have a new outlook on my own life which will help me to succeed in the future.
As I took my first step, I felt a faint pressure on my hand, and as I turned, a young boy came into view no older then 10 years old. He smiled at me and I smiled back as I looked deep into his joyful eyes. He took my hand into his, and as he immediately started walking and talking, I knew that at it was right at that moment that a friendship was born. We continued to walk under the scorching sun, and as we soon entered through the rusty chain link fence which marked the school grounds, a shout of enthusiasm resounded among the children. As we sang songs with the children, their hearts screamed out in joy. My young friend and I continued to talk and strengthen our bond, but as the sun crept overhead, it was time. We heard those same words that we had heard so many times, but this time it was different. This time, it tore at my heart as I was forced to leave my new friend behind. His heart sank as well did mine, but as we began our journey back, he climbed up onto my back and we were off. As another bead of sweat trickled down my forehead, it was then that his words pierced right into my heart, and into the core of who I really was. As the words rolled off of his tongue, it hit me like nothing ever had before. “Necesito un padre como te.” I need a dad like you. My new friend taught me everything I needed to know about life.
I often take things for granted in my life, because I have it so easily. He showed me how to appreciate life more. Through him, I learned about joy, leadership, friendship, and how to be a better person. He showed me how I can be a leader, and that I can make a difference in whatever I do. He also taught me how to be joyful. I have a tendency too be negative, but he showed me how to see the positive side even in the toughest of situations. He taught me new character qualities which will shape my life and the way I act forever.
As I came nearer to the bus, I knew that this was going to be goodbye. I set him down told him that I would never forget him. As I stepped onto the bus and looked back, I smiled at him once again and that same joy was still there in his eyes. The bus started and we began to roll on down the pathway. That was the last time I ever saw him. Although only a young boy, he showed me how to work hard for everything and to not take my opportunities for granted. Ever since my trip, I have been continuously striving to give 100 percent in whatever I do, and to take the most of my opportunities. I am grateful to have a new outlook on my own life which will help me to succeed in the future.
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