Hey Hamlet, I've got a lot of thoughts too.

Today is the last day of spring break, which explains the 57 Facebook friends being online. I, too, am reluctant to let go of the time off from school. The period between Spring Break and the end of school is notoriously the most painful. There is a oh-come-on-it's-summer feeling in the air. Shorts and skirts make their appearances. Hey, the weather thinks it's summer, so why can't we?

Another reason we don't want to go to school is because we realize that all that spring break homework that was assigned and all that studying we should have done for AP tests HAS NOT been done. I've learned that if you're behind, it makes you less motivated to jump back into the swing of things. Perhaps it's just because of my senioritis, but ever since I got back from festival I've had a nonchalant attitude towards the whole school thing. I've got such a pile of work that it's just easier to walk away from.

But yeah, I probably shouldn't do that.

At least I got to end the weekend with my party, which was fun. Here is a picture from it:


















The open-mic night theme was just spontaneous enough to work. There was a lot of people over. It felt like I didn't get to spend much time with them. And I didn't get the best night sleep, either. My bed is so small, and really can't sleep two comfortably, unless they're snuggled up close. And while I like cuddling, sometimes I just want to sleep. Fortunately, this and next week include STAR testing, which is marvelous for seniors like me. I actually get to sleep in on my birthday. I'm excited for that.

I woke up, and did nothing. I guess this set the tone for the entire day, in which I did nothing. After the house emptied, I went to Full Circle Farms for a Sony Star thang, and when I couldn't find anybody I knew and couldn't stand the heat any longer, I called it quits and headed back home. Today was the warmest it's been all year, which probably contributed to my lethargic mood. I decided to have lunch and relax a bit before starting homework. Mostly, I just didn't want to do it. So I watched tv. Because that is what I do. After catching up on an episode of "My Boys," I saw that some remake of Hamlet was still saved on the DVR. So I watched:



It was set in modern times, instead of kings there were CEOs. Denmark was a corporation, and Elsinore was the hotel they lived it. It used Shakespearean language.

It was also awful. Ethan Hawke, who played Hamlet, was one of the worst actors I have ever seen do Shakespeare. Everything had the same monotone drawl. The techniques the filmmakers tried to use were ineffective. Bill Murray played Polonious. Julia Styles played Ophelia. It was so ridiculous, that I can't believe I watched the entire thing.

I should have just stopped watching it when Hamlet was walking through a blockbuster delivering his "To Be or Not To Be" soliloquy, but I couldn't turn away. I have an Act 4 character paper due on Tuesday, which is why I thought watching some form of Hamlet would be beneficial. I was wrong. I know that now.

Then I attempted some calculus. When that failed, I tried drinking some leftover homemade-lemonade. Then I attempted some more calculus. Then I threw it out the window.

Before I knew it, it was 9:30. And because I can't go to bed until I've done something [see previous blog entry] I took Kevin's guitar on a walk and showed it the sights and sounds of Sunnyvale suburbia. And instead of stopping at the park like I had intended, I just kept walking. And I started thinking about flowers, mostly because when Ophelia goes mad in Act 4, she starts talking about violets. "That's for remembrance." And then I got tired, and went home.



Today is a UCLA day. Yesterday was a UCSD day. I'm about 10 days away from the SIR date, and I still haven't settled on a school. It's starting to stress me out especially as everyone is proclaiming via Facebook statuses that they have just visited this-or-that campus, and have submitted their SIRs, and are looking for roommates. And I am out on indecision island, just hoping for some sort of clue. I know I'll be happy at either school, but I'll also always have a little bit of regret.

I was going to end this blog with a quote from Hamlet, but I decided I didn't want to be that pretentious. So I'll just say goodnight.

Goodnight.