Othello? More like OthellNO

I've been bothered a lot about being needed everywhere at the same place all at the same time. It questions me as to whether it is worth doing all that I do. I always feel worn out and exhausted. Yet, I love what I do :) so begs the question, Should I keep it up? Literally being in school for an unreasonable 14 hours in a day spending well over half of that time playing the French horn or singing? Well I'm only a senior in high school so I am not totally sure if it is worth it going into college. I am going to have to work more with some of these pointless biology and math classes that will in no way help me in the future for who I want to become. But then I realize, none of the core classes that colleges require you to take will matter to me as long as I focus in what I love. That is, Music.

Me telling me to stop this post and work on the essay

Music is a catalyst for me that drives me to do the best that I can. Listening to music motivates me to be more active when I’m writing and essay or answering questions as it puts my brain at a good tempo and keeps me away from other distractions... Like the Othello essay that I am supposed to be writing right now in class but instead pushed me to write this blog post. 

BUT in case you were all wondering, I am going to focus on music coming into the future because you know, its music. That’s all I am really good at and that I have motivation to continue with.

I'ma try poetry

Desert Season

It's another hot summers day
I walk in the hundred n' twenty degree heat
Wondering if walking in the wavering
Wilting oven of the outdoors is worth it.
Just to go down the street,
It's only about hundred meters away.
It will take minimal time by feet.
No--thats why we have cars.

Well its moved onto winter.
Fall doesn't even exist.
Winter is quite the exaggeration too.
Going outside is now a wonderful
Thing to do--fresh dust lingering,
Above us not a cloud in sight,
Visions blurring, is that a puddle?
No... its just the sun creating a...

Delusion?-- it's spring now
What happened to winter?
The flowers are blooming
With thorns and spikes there to
Protect them from the wild west.
Why is it already ninty-four outside?
Well its time to go swimming I guess.
Why is the water so warm?

Its another hot summers day.
You can literally fry an egg
Using the power of concrete
And the sun thats supposed to give us
Life? yeah. Life...
Yet, when hellfire says goodnight,
He says it in the most extravagant
And vibrant way. I think I'll stay.

Another Day in the Not so Deathly Hot Desert

For those of you who are wondering why local Phoenicians have been celebrating the past couple of days, the painful hell that reigned upon my beloved home is finally bidding adieu as the last day of 90 degree torture left us for the pleasant temperatures in the mid 80s.

NOW! before anyone that doesn't live in this wrecked desert starts going off into the whole, "80° is super hot! How in the world is that pleasant sweater weather???" , the air here is literally so hot that local citizens of this desert over time develop thinner blood than literally everywhere else in America (yes. even you Florida. some monsoon days it will be 114° outside with 60% humidity. It aint pretty)

BESIDES that, This past week has been quite pleasant with mid 80° weather to a point where I can actually wear a jumper with some sweats or some jeans and not come home from the end of the day looking like I just got out of the swimming pool. Now that is a miracle i don't see every day.







That is all i really wanted to talk about really because like... its finally cooling down and fall is my favourite season because holidays and everything coming up and... AH!!!! YAY!!!! and i wanted to let it all out. Nothing else to talk about in my life since all i have been doing is sleeping, eating, and practicing for marching band :) The Padre Pride Marching Band is currently ranked 7th in the state and we are looking to going up with our score this coming Saturday with the state marching festival coming up. We got a 68.66 (which is really good. in fact. dare i say, it is excellent? HAHAHAHA oki im done) and were looking at possibly going up to a 75 by state and making it into state championships. but that depends on how much people are going to put in. I know I am going to be putting my all in :)

but yeah nothing else is happening.

DUCES PATTOOOCES GOTTA CATCH UP ON MY PRACTICING

A Poem for Those Down in Spirit (a blog my me, a poem not by me)

I feel like those few that read this blog need some love today (if you haven't received enough already) so I feel like now would be a wonderful time to share this beautiful sonnet by Lin-Manuel Miranda about love.

My wife's the reason anything gets done.
She nudges me towards promise by degrees.
She is a perfect symphony of one.
Our son is her most beautiful reprise.
We chase the melodies that seem to find us
Until they're finished songs and start to play.
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us
That nothing here is promised, not one day
This show is proof that history remembers.
We live through times when hate and fear seem stronger.
We rise and fall, and light from dying embers
Remembrances that hope and love last longer.
And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love;
Cannot be killed or swept aside.
I sing Vanessa's symphony; Eliza tells her story.
Now fill the world with music, love, and pride.

Now I hope all of you have a fantastic day today and make sure you spend some time helping or loving others who may need it or who may not. There is never a problem with sharing too much love. 

French PPL are AWESOME

Shout out to those people that are from France reading my blogs. It really made my day :) And everyone! I don't normally do this kind of thing but it's always nice to know that someone cares!

NOTICE

On my twitter I subtweet a lot if you haven't noticed. if you really notice, I use Hamilton references and quotes in almost all of my references. so without further adieu, 

Weird Dream

So i had this weird dream last night.

It was the whole A Capella choir (along with the advanced women choir) and we were on a double Decker bus on our way to San Diego for tour, but Mr. Davis and Mrs. Benson was on the bus. And there was no roof on the second story so people were all like... flying around doing things.
So now were on the bus (and I think i'm hanging outside of the bus window for some reason) and then we suddenly stop in the middle of the freeway to go get some bahama bucks and then bang! A plane crashed and I woke up at 1am and didn't know what was going on.... 

Okay bai