Tuesday Rain and a Week has passed.

It's been a week since winter break. And I've got my eyes set straight ahead towards SUMMER. According to my countdown I have 142 days till then. Yikes. I was expecting a lower number. Winter break was fabulous (duh. No school), and this last week back wasn't too bad, either. I was expecting it to be painful, but, might I say this? It was enjoyable. I still would rather be in my pajamas playing guitar and eating muffins. But hey. What can we do? On day of the sat (saturday), we looked outside and saw a way cool hawk outside sitting in a tree. It was neat-o cheat-o. My camera was dead, boo, so I had to use the camera on my ipod. For a quick zoom, I put my ipod behind a pair of binoculars. It gave the picture a border which was much to my approval. If you look close, at the left of the hawk there was a bird, who was very displeased with the his presence. She was flying around him, little torpedo, squeaking and head butting him. He ignored her, and I was surprised the little bird didn't have a heart attack and fall from the sky. True mother.

The next day my lovely Olivia asked me to play words with friends with her (she got a fancy kindle or whatever and can get apps and such). However, we ended up just "texting" each other on it. She's sweet.

So all in all I got through this week, and school's not all that bad and it's a rainy tuesday.

We got an assignment in school about Shakespeare's sonnets. Our teacher gave us our very own  sonnet of which we will analyze and explain to the class, and also do something with it. For example, write a piece of music that was influenced by the sonnet. Paint a painting that relates to the theme of the sonnet. Make a film, bake a desert, do anything that ties the theme in together. Guess what my sonnet, sonnet 140, was about. That's right. Letting go. Gah. Letting go of love, affection and desire. Shakespeare tells his lover to not love him anymore, but be nice enough to tell him that she does. It will only make him more love-sick. He reminds himself he must stop holding on to her affections, let them go, and look forward. Don't depend on his heart as a compass and use his eyes instead. He asks her to do the same. It's an ocean of bittersweet sad and I have to wonder about Shakespeare. Our hearts are very fickle. Let go of affection- I've never heard of that before. I'm not sure I agree. I suppose I'll have to chew on it for a while. Wonder about it, and swallow it over and over before I understand it, and even then, who knows.

"The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet remains as pure as before."
- Francis Bacon