This was my reaction when I went back and read my blog comments. Thanks Fungus the Mushroom King. You meant it when you said you posted "To be or not to be" on my blog three times. You get a gold star, er, fungus. And Bob approves. He says blargh.
So, please excuse that little spiel, unless you personally know Fungus. He is a bit strange at times. Like today, instead of doing planks like he was supposed to (ahem) he insisted my name was not Pheonix, nor Katie. -_- Now, everyone on my swim team thinks my name is... well, something other than my name. Sorry, Fungus, thought it was a squid. My mistake, its a jellyfish.
I dont have a book today. Whoops.
Music: Bon Jovi and The Fray
Sports update: Long course swim meet on the 30th. Ill be celebrating Retro-Specter's nine week birthday by sprinting my guts out in the water and goofing off with me amicos between heats. Lets go, COPS! And try not to lose another good coach to Metro or COR. We miss you, Chris!
Well, thats about it for now. So, how are you? ^_^ It tickles me that people actually read this!
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ReplyDeleteOh, and WHAT DO YOU MEAN INSTEAD OF DOING PLANKS LIKE I SHOULD BE!!! I WAS DOING THEM BETTER THAN MOST PEOPLE(Bob the Familiar Guy)!!! And besides, your name is Turritopsis Uroboros(Which it suspiciously seems like you wrote this post trying to avoid saying that).
ReplyDeleteClick on the Hamlet soliloquy. Then, download and run the file it tells you to. It will help you greatly.
ReplyDelete"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,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause – there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered."
- Hamlet/Shakespeare
*reads the comments by Mushroom and bursts out laughing*
ReplyDeleteWoot, The Fray is awesome! Love the song How to Save a Life. Well, I answered the how are you question on yesterday's post 'cause I thought it was today's post and all that. So. . . yeah. Well, I'll talk to ya later. Gotta finish my own post now, you know.
*waves*
I can read guys. Why would you talk behind my back?
ReplyDeleteHey! Bob appeared!!! *pats Bob's head*
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