Hear About Those New 'Big Box' Cemeteries? It's One-Stop Coffin! : A Hamlet Scene

I'm sure a lot of fellow classmates remember the rather embarrassing Hamlet project my friends and I made. 

For nostalgic reasons, as I am heading to college very soon, I'm linking it here. Or rather up there...where the link can be clicked.

As If We Were That Professional! 

The Real Star Of The Skit

Ps. I'll also link the bloopers and all that embarrassing good stuff right here. 

So yeah... check it out.   

Enjoy!

-K. Nap

A Post About My Procrastination...Title to Come Later

So while this post isn't necessarily about my stalling to come up with some stupid summer reading project, I must admit that I really have stalled big time with this thing.

Anyways, one hot thing I've noticed over the summer is that there is a growing rise of interest in the political debates and politics for the 2018 election. Donald Trump, while he has a decent amount of followers, is not, in fact, the most popular choice for the citizens of America. Bernie Sanders seems to be doing well considering the fact that he has not had much publicity. Hilary Clinton is not the top vote in New Hampshire which apparently is an important part to the election. Really all that matters is Ohio's vote or something of the sort. Anyways, I'm not entirely sure what else to write here. I'm suppose top be writing for something in response to the new York Time's newspaper thing, but most of the articles I had looked at were either blocked here, or just seemingly vanished. I know that was a run on sentence. I do not care. In fact, I'm only here writing this because I have to. I most certainly do not want to. I'm honestly just writing right now to fill ion space so this screenshot looks impressive. Did you know last year I wrote 'Old Sport'  over one hundred times to fill in space in my notebook so nobody would notice that I didn't do my annotations. So yeah, this is basically the same concept, you know? By the way, I apologize for that. Anyways, this looks like a decent article.

A Ruff Job: Dog's On Duty

Article: http://tinyurl.com/Puppies-In-Prison


When one sees a dog they usually let their voices go up a few octaves and they put on a mushy face and they gush over 'that cute little puppy!" even if the damn thing is five hundred pounds and all muscle. Or is that just me? 

These pups, however, are on parole and are all business! Several dogs have been trained specially to be put in prisons to preform several jobs.

In my opinion, I'm in love with this. Many people view dogs are 'slobbery energetic little shits'. However, the rise of dogs used in police forces, the military and even guide animals has proven that these animals are highly intelligent and useful.

Okay maybe not the military since death kind of happens, but still. 

Mostly the fact that these dogs will be contributing greatly to people and even make other jobs easier is quite nice to hear. 
We must always appreciate dogs and what they're capable of doing. 

I've Got 99 Problems But A Grinch Ain't One: New Dr.Seuss Book Found

Article: http://tinyurl.com/Seuss-Article

My first thought as I found this article was "Oh sweet, I can make my entry rhyme!" However, it's almost half eleven and I'm tired and have two more entries to go...so no. I must admit that the fact that such a discovery was made out of seemingly nowhere truly is quite amazing. It's like when one cleans their room and finds a dollar or something. One is always pleasantly surprised to find such!

I cannot imagine what was going through Mrs. Geisel's mind when she came across the book.

             Not only has her husband been dead for some time, but suddenly the memory of his books and writings are all suddenly back and even a new book. 

      It's always interesting to actually think that Dr.Seuss had every intention of presenting the book sometime in the future, but never actually did. Could it have been a huge success that led to other books of similar topics? Was it just something Seuss wanted to get down? What really was his purpose to come up with the book? 

...Never mind that, I tend to get a bit analytical at times. 

The discovery of this book really is quite fascinating and I wonder what exactly is going to be done with it. 

Please pardon my horrid entries, it is nearly midnight and I am exhausted from band practice.  

An Artist Without a Palette Makes Paintings Without Taste: An Explanation for my Return

   So here I am writing yet another blog entry? 
Did you really think you had seen the last of me? I think not my friend, for I am back and ready to post more crappy blog entries about whatever I have to write about.

Now, I must admit that I'm here to complete a summer reading requirement that I have ever so foolishly stalled to do.

Like, as in 'it's due tomorrow and I didn't even look at the requirements for CP English' kind of stalling. 

  *Ahem* Not that that's the case... Of course not! This blog has been planned out for months and I totally didn't wait last minute and I'm totally not using this blog because the New York Times blog page cannot be found! Absolutely not, what gave you that idea?

Part of the Final Exhibition

In my defense, I was away for three weeks at SVA's pre-college program and I did not have access to wifi or a computer unless I wanted to wander down several flights of stairs to my dorm's lobby and use a public computer. That, of course, means I'd have to be in a lobby with other people, and I have various opinions towards my fellow building inhabiters. So yeah, doing extra work at SVA wasn't much of an option due to the fact that I was consumed in my art anyways. Who has time for reading?! I totally didn't read half of my "Complete Works of Shakespeare" book.

Fun Fact: It Took Me Fifteen Minutes To Draw That Lobster

Anyways, I have to complete my three blog entries soon, so I suppose i must wrap up this little entry. 
I must admit, it is nice to be back here.

I'll be posting my next entries shortly. 

Doodle

Never Invest in Funerals, It’s a Dying Industry.

Ophelia's Eulogy

(An Easier Version To ReadThan This )

             Our dear Ophelia, lying before us. Once a carrier of life and pureness. Such has been lost. Tis not known the purpose of her death, only that such a loss is forever to be seen as a tragic and untimely misfortune. It is believed that she now is to be reunited with her father. Her dear father. 

              What was it that causes such greatness to come to an end? What is it that strips the life of the girl that had promises and many years before her? Why? This is such a question that may never be answered. Only the girl holds the answers, and alas she is silent.

               Ophelia was a girl who seemed lost at the time near her death. Lost in thought. A      world that made little sense to all but her. Her choice of representation to herself was shown in flowers. Such flowers she believed to see and distribute. Even then, such innocence was shown. Giving flowers. Such a feminine deed for such a lost and troubled child. A poor girl. 

              Some say that her loss of reality was created by our Prince Hamlet. The man had driven Ophelia to the point of no return. Not by touch, but merely by the cruelness he spoke. By the sword he held to her dear father. By the unforgiving thoughts he displayed towards Ophelia. How can one fathom such pain and confusion our Ophelia must have suffered from before leaving us? Ophelia was gone before she died. Our poor Ophelia.

It was a river that was the final blow to the girl. Such that swept away the struggles and pain from Ophelia. Was she aware of such doings? Perhaps she was already too far gone to realize she was being taken away. Alas it was the final moments of our girl gone mad. 

Dearest Ophelia, such a tragedy of your loss. We shall mourn the great loss we have experienced. Our respect and love will remain

 today, tomorrow

always.

Nev'r Invest in Funerals, 'Tis a Dying Industry.

Ophelia's Eulogy

             Our dear ophelia, lying 'ere us. Once a carrier of life and pureness. Such hath been lost. 'Tis not known the purpose of her death, only that such a loss is forev'r to be seen as a tragic and untimely misfortune. 'Tis believ'd that she anon is to be reunit'd with her father. Her dear father. 

             What was it that causes such greatness to come to an end? What is it that strips the life of the girl that had promises and many years 'ere her? Wherefore?  This is such a question that may nev'r be answer'd. Only the girl holds the answers, and alas she is silent. 

         Ophelia was a girl who seem'd lost at the time near her death. Lost in thought. An ordinary that made dram sense to all but her. Her choice of representation to herself was shown in flowers. Such flowers she believ'd to see and distribute. Yea then, such innocence was shown. Giving flowers. Such a feminine de'd f'r such a lost and troubl'd child. A po'r girl. 

Some say that her loss of reality was creat'd by our Prince Hamlet. O Hamlet. The man had driven Ophelia to the point of nay return. Not by touch, but merely by the cruelness he spoke. By the bodkin he held to her dear father. By the unforgiving thoughts he display'd towards Ophelia. How can one fathom such teen and confusion our Ophelia wilt hast suffer'd from 'ere leaving us? Ophelia was gone 'ere she did. Our po'r Ophelia. 

It was a riv'r that was the final blow to the girl. Such that swept aroint the struggles and teen from Ophelia. Was she acknown of such doings? Haply she was already too far gone to realize she was being taken aroint. Alas 'twas the final moments of our girl gone nimble-footed. 

Dearest Ophelia, such a tragedy of thy loss. We shall mourn the great loss we hast experienc'd. Our respect and love will remain 

today, tomorrow

always. 

(I would like to credit http://www.shakespeareswords.com/Glossary for helping me with that first part. Man that was a real ergh to do. 

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