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My English teacher tells me that I shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but she also tells me that I need to write my papers in twelve point, times new roman font. I find this to be a bit hypocritical. When they look at the font and the ink color, they're judging my work more on superficial looks than actual content, which is kind of ironic considering she tells me not to do that with other works. That was pretty rambling, but I just don't care anymore. Spring break is over and I'm so unbelievably unmotivated. Goodness!

Macbeth Act IV

IV.

Macbeth sought the three Velda who had predicted his victories so long before. The search was long, but he finally was led to a fourth-ring alley, where he met the creatures again. As he approached the alley, brilliant lights of various colors flashed and chanting in strange tongues emanated from between the buildings. The voices hushed as he neared and the flashes ceased. Macbeth thought he heard, “Something wicked this way comes,” but knew that only he approached.

He walked into the alley behind them and they all turned. He demanded, “Answer all I ask!” He need not ask anything, they said; they knew what he wished to know.

The first, and closest of the three Velda, tossed some strange powder into the small fire before them, and he transformed into a man. Why was the face of that man familiar? It struck him. Macduff!—clad in vintage European armor, and armed with his trusty antique sword. The false Macduff announced, “Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff!” and the form quickly shrank back to the the odd Veldan form.

The second Velda, too, needed no query from the master. It tossed the same powder into the growing fire. It mutated into a bloody, new-born child with a still-attached and crimson umbilical cord. Having no voice, the Velda-infant sent the thoughts to Macbeth's mind, “Be bloody, bold and resolute! Laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.” This prophecy contradicted the first. Why should Macbeth fear the previous king's servant Macduff if he has to fear no man born of a woman?

The final Velda, unsurprisingly, soon threw his own powder to the crackling flame. It changed from the bizarre Veldan shape to a young man, holding a bleeding moon. “Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquished be until the dual moons bleed.”

All three prophecies answered questions for which Macbeth sought answers: and they all came with pleasing answers. He knew now to protect himself from Macduff, even though he was invincible to all but those not born by a mother. He also knew that the moons would never bleed, and therefore had nothing to fear, ever. However, being paranoid as he was, he was compelled to ensure his own safety.

In his small home built near the government's minor office in the bottom ring of Olympus, Jamien Macduff wept. Minutes before, a messenger had come bearing terrible news: his wife and son had been murdered in the top ring.

After calming himself and regaining his composure, Macduff met with his close friend and assistant Malcolm and discussed the tragedy and possible repercussions. Malcolm consoled his friend, and offered help. Suddenly, Macduff proposed an attack on upper rings of Olympus. Malcolm immediately agreed, knowing his friend's virtues and capacity to lead. The duo elected to go speak to Edward, de facto ruler of the lower rings, and seek permission to organize an army: an army to purge the evil that ruled upper rings, and to restore the Olympus's peace.

Receipts keep growing

If I were a jedi...

If I were a jedi, I would play major league baseball. I bet I'd be really really really really really good at it. I'd probably be banned though because every time I would get up to hit, I'd hit a home run. They'd say I'm using performance enhancing drugs, when really I'm just using the force. Plus if the ump made a bad call, I might accidentally shoot electricity out of my fingertips at him, so he'd reverse the call. I don't think that would end well.

Cemetery Anniversary

I drove by a cemetery the other day, and there was a sign on the fence that said "Celebrating 150 Years!" I thought that was really funny.

Oh, it's not too far.

How far is "not too far," really?

Family road trips. Any distance can probably be considered too far. However, parents seemed convinced that any time before we all end up killing one another is "not too far" and we'll "be OK." Youth sitting in the back of a vehicle, with little legroom and no patience makes any distance too far. 4 hours is too far.

Just because we aren't dead doesn't mean we're OK, OK?.

Have you sat in a car with incompetent drivers for several hours (and you can't drive cause the car is rented!) with kids fighting over radio choices, the heater usually too hot and no room for 3 full-grown bodies to sit without touching one another? Have you ever had a chocolate melt all over your pants and said rented car's seats because a sibling threw it at you and you couldn't find it? All of us, I'm sure, have had unfortunate stories. Share your stories about travelling "too far." We can commiserate.

How #2 Pencils Became Superior

Unison

Has anyone else noticed that if giant groups of people start chanting stuff in unison is sounds really scary after a few repetitions? It's like one giant zombie voice all moaning the same thing, and no one's doing anything else. Sometimes it really creeps me out. It's mindless and I think the power of the mindless masses is a scary thing. Haha. Anything from the Pledge of Alliegiance in a giant group to an inductance ceremony to fans chanting, "Go [insert team name here]!" can sound scary if you pay attention. Try it next time you're with a bunch of people saying the same thing.


Or, maybe I'm just weird.

Two more days....

Chinese Translation

Biggest Underestimation of All Time

Macbeth Act III part ii

Despite having as much anger welled up inside them as they did, and despite the fact that Macbeth sent a third murderer to ensure that the deed was done, the murderers only succeeded in extinguishing Steeva. Steeva's son Fleance fled and found safety from the foolish murders in the darkness.

The celebratory feast was arranged to begin at twelve o'clock midnight on the anniversary of Macbeth's becoming president, not even an hour after the murderers' evil deed.

The feast began and an honored guest, Banquo, was no where to be found. The seat to the president's right was left unoccupied, as all sat in their seats, according to rank. Shortly after the meal began, and while the guests shared stories among themselves, one of the three murderers entered—blood speckling his face—and whispered into the master's ear. “Banquo is dispatched, but his son has 'scaped,” he said. Macbeth's face darkened, and his features sunk, as though suddenly infected with a deep depression. He sent the murderer away. The Lady informed Macbeth that he was definitely not helping entertain the guests with a look like that. Most of the guests were not accustomed to being at such a high-class dinner and had no preconceptions about their head of state. They soon formulated undesirable opinions of their president.

Macbeth ejaculated “Sweet remembrancer!” A man, bloodied and battered, sat at the right hand of President Macbeth. Pretending the corpse was not there, Macbeth expressed his faux regret at the disappearance of Banquo. “If only our friend Steeva Banquo were here to celebrate this wondrous feast!” In his hysteria, he forgot what he was pretending and complained, “But the table is full!” People were now thoroughly confused: one moment he announces a missing person and the next moment he proclaims the seat is full! One head of a department pointed to the newly-filled seat and informed the president of its vacancy. The occupant's bruised face turned to Macbeth, eyes staring where they had been staring. Shortly the hollow eyes followed the dead face. With a deep blank stare, looking beyond Jason, the eyes revealed the identity of this beaten body: Banquo. Macbeth would not believe that no one else saw the unbreathing body. “Which of you have done this?” he inquired. The air became thick. A crimson-covered hand raised and pointed its finger at Macbeth. All were nervous. None knew how to react to his bizarre behavior. “Don't point your mutilated finger at me! I did nothing!” The leader commanded the empty seat. All movement in the room ceased.

One commander suggested the congregation leave, due to the president's apparent illness.

“Sit!” Lady Macbeth ordered. She thought quickly and fabricated a history about the president's ailments. She explained to the group that he often acted thus and that if they left, they would offend him when he came to. She instructed them to eat and disregard his hysteria. She then turned from the guests, and tried discreetly to knock sense into her husband. “O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear. This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, would have made excellent wives' tales. Nothing you see is true! There is no one here.” Her hand passed through the body.

Calmed by her proof of the phantom's nonexistence, Macbeth relaxed some, and sat. Juliee, glad that she could calm him informed her husband, “You are frightening our guests.” Jason conferred with his wife for a moment and excused his symptoms as his wife had. “It is merely a strange infirmity, which is nothing to those that know me well,” he explained. Following his short speech, Macbeth again expressed his sadness that Banquo could not come.

But Banquo had come, as promised. And came again.

Macbeth tried to restrain himself, but was unable. He shouted at the phantom hysterically. “Why do you haunt me? You are dead!”

Seeing nothing of the ghost, the guests slowly filed out, hoping to be as unseen to Banquo as the phantom guest was to them. The fit lasted several minutes. Lady eventually convinced her husband to leave, and go off to bed.

Again, he did not sleep.

The following day, Macduff, whose seat at the previous night's feast was also empty, left Olympus's top ring, and visited the lower rings to meet with the small rebel government that had organized itself to keep order and provide for those the president ignored.. The president was so inadequate, that even the poor and uneducated arranged a more-successful government.

Macduff overheard two witnesses to the night before's madness speak. Macduff laughed at the tyrant's mental instability. So many, including the witnesses, had worked so hard to maintain order in their upper rings. Now, many figured it was all for naught and fled to the lower rings. From there, they could only pray that Macduff's leadership and the spreading stories of Macbeth's madness could inspire the lower ring's rulers to aid the higher society.

Teeth Brushing

Brushing your teeth before you go to the dentist is like changing your oil before you go get an oil change. Why bother? It's their job to clean your teeth. They're just going to do it for you anyway. They're professionals. They see hundreds of teeth every day. They are most certainly able to tell the difference between teeth that haven't been brushed in twelve hours and teeth that haven't been brushed in three months. It's not doing any real good. It's more like cramming for a test. In reality, we should hurriedly floss our teeth since that's what they always say we need to do more. But seriously, I never floss and I still have all my teeth. So how important is flossing, really, Miss Dentist Assistant, if that is your real name.

If Apple were to market girls, which is wrong:

There Is Such a Thing As a Stupid Question

True Story

Bad Luck

The Paradox of Stuff To Do

When I'm really busy, I wish I could just sit and do nothing. But when I've been sitting around doing nothing for too long, I wish I had stuff to do. It's hard to find that equilibrium where you have stuff to do, but aren't stressed.

Roar

I used to type rawr. Then I realized that you can't spell rawr without aw. I then came to the realization that I had been spelling the word wrong this whole time and making myself considerably less manly. Rawring is like what Simba did when he was trying to roar right before the wildebeest stampede. Don't let yourself be fooled into thinking this is how it's spelled. A man would never rawr from a cliff, never rawr because the enemy army is crushed, never rawr because the saber tooth tiger is dead. Nay! Real men roar. Rooooooaaaaaaaaar!

Board Games

Sometimes I Feel Like This:

Heart

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I don't like it when someone else says something I did was OK. Ok is not good. Does anyone else make that distinction and dislike it? "Yeah, your homework was ok." "Yeah, the music you wrote is OK." So, was it good? Did it suck and you don't want me to know? What is OK, really? Is it just for covering up a true dislike of something, or is it really between not-that-bad and good?

I guess we'll never really know what one means by OK in every case it is used; however, The first definition of OK in the American Heritage Dictionary is "agreeable; acceptable." Just acceptable is unacceptable.

Something strange

Ever notice that, the later you get to school, the farther away you have to park and the later you are?

In Japan, a high five is called a high touch.


that sounds silly

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