Stress stress stress

I guess the stress that has piled upon me this year finally hit it's last nerve because last week I had my first episode with my mom. I do recall my parents saying something completely lilliputian and I snapped; I screamed even though I knew that my stress was tacit. Thankfully, this is the first (and hopefully last) big fight I've had with my mom this year about school--I honestly thought it was going to be worse. I must admit that I did feel sorry afterwards because half the time, my mom was transfix with astonishment but I wasn't trying to be malevolent, I was just under an interminable amount of stress.

This can apply to Othello because I think Othello snapped due to the amount of stress he was under with his suspicions about Desdemona. I thought that he would be resilient with his actions, for he was out of proportions with his thoughts. Even though Emilia tried to exculpate Desdemona, Iago did all he could to keep her mouth shut-- kill her. I think Othello and Desdemona's relationship was bereft of communication. In any case, Othello's thoughts overtook his gut feeling; I think he truly knew that Desdemona was dedicated to him. Although I did not like Desdemona as a character, she did not deserve to be killed.

Oh, foolish Desdemona

Ingenuous Desdemona doesn't seem to notice anything happening in her surroundings. Or maybe, she is quite aware but is not erudite with her knowledge. Either way, in which she presents herself in the book is quite irritating for my taste. Yes, she is young, similar to my age, but the image that I get from Desdemona is that she is ignorant and perhaps playing dumb. I come to this conclusion because her persona is tacit; I could tell by her interactions with others that her mind wandered aimlessly.

Desdemona is charming with her looks, but her jejune personality is uninteresting and quite mundane. It is evident that she is just a pretty face and nothing more. In the beginning of the play, I thought she would blossom into a more developed character, but she was just a surface character for me. I honestly thought that Emilia was a much more captivating character than Desdemona. She was obsequious to Iago, yet she had an underlying drive to use her knowledge to, perhaps, deceive Desdemona. She had Desdemona on a string, practically subjugating her. Emilia was interesting to learn about because she had charisma, yet Desdemona was dull.

Desdemona was just a beautiful girl yet so shallow.

"My passion still means more than anything."

I can guarantee you that everyone across America has heard about the music sensation, Lady Gaga, and words cannot express how much I love her and her music. To some, she is august, but to others, she is considered too "over the top" and too "exposed." Personally, I respect her very much for the way she presents herself to the media and her fans. Along with her music, I feel as if her attitude towards her life also puts her on top.

A Gaga concert is an unofficial Mecca and in some eyes, a concert is full of bunkum, but this "bunkum" is respected and even worshipped by her little "monsters." Her music spreads messages in such indirect ways and is very versatile; one can dance to her music and relate to it on a deeper level as well. Her panache fashion style also puts her in the middle of all the media. Her wacky hair bows to headdresses to shoes to her almost-to-nothing outfits leaves fans inspired because she shows people that it is okay to be who you are. Although it sounds very cliche, it is very true.

Lady Gaga-- or Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta-- does not ostracize anybody from her messages and music, instead, she embraces all people to come together and realize that being different is okay. For that, I respect her greatly and enjoy listening to her music when I need a little pick me up. Oh yeah, also, when my dad knows who Lady Gaga is, you know that she's famous.

"Do you know what a B and E is?"

I was watching Dane Cook's performance, Vicious Circle, recently, and he did a segment about a B and E-- a break and enter as a matter of fact. He wanted to do a B and E when he was younger and he gave a monologue about his entire journey through his almost B and E. The entire monologue was absolutely hysterical, but it got me thinking-- what do victims of a robbery feel?

There is always a feeling of perfidy about people out there, after all, they say you can only trust yourself. But then again, when a criminal does want to perform an illegal action, he must feel some kind of scruple because everyone has a conscience, do they not? Usually there is something in their past that provokes them to take part in these actions. A show, Criminal Minds, gets into the head of the criminal and tries to decipher his surreptitious ways. Like CSI, there are crimes being made and crimes attempted to be solved. But unlike CSI, there isn't much forensics, but more psychology, which I think it a great twist on a similar shows like these.

A robbery could disparage a home physically, but a family emotionally as well. They have no trust in the people around them, especially their neighborhood, which could be devastating. Thank God Dane Cook didn't perform his B & E-- although a great story, it could really hurt a family!

Going for the Gold

Watching the Olympic games is one of my favorite pastimes I share with my family. Well, usually my father doesn't even watch with us and my brother goes to sleep early, so I guess it is just a pastime I share with my mother and sister. The thing I love about the Olympic games is that you may feel as if some of their techniques are near quixotic; impossible and unreal, but they accomplish them regardless.

But on the other hand, there are many disappointed faces when watching the games. All of the athletes put in such hard work and practice into their sport and when one mistakes follows another, they cede and their confidence is crushed. Although sometimes the coach's faces show deprecation of his athlete's mistake, he must be proud either way. After all, many of the athletes are either parvenues of their own country or internationally; their faces are known world-wide after the Olympics.

I guess you could call me an Olympic fanatic, for I stay up, eyes glued onto the TV screen, during the late hours of the night. Another thing I find interesting about the games I that some athletes feel supercilious to their competition. For example, Yevengy Plushenko from Russia felt superior to the other athletes because of his title as the gold medal champion of men's figure skating, but Evan Lysacek proved him wrong. What I loved about Lysacek was that he was colloquial; he was like an average American, just like us. When he found out he won the gold, he simply uttered, "No way." I think seeing an athlete this way sheds a new light on him.

The fact that success comes with the amount of hard work one puts in is surely credulous after the many events at the 2010 Vancouver Olympics games. I can't wait to see what the rest of the games hold!

"His was like a vodka shot and a snort of coke kind of thing."

Johnny Weir may be the most fabulous man to ever skate on ice. He is an anathema to some people and an icon to others, but for me, he is my pretty little gazelle. I don't know what it is but he has a genuine charm that seems to draw me in every single time I see his face. On one hand, like every other skater, he gets maladroit when put under pressure, but he always puts in 100% and ends up giving everyone a great performance. Every performer has a feeling of sang-froid every time he steps onto the ice, but it is the skater who overcomes that fear that is put on top.

My favorite performance by Johnny Weir was when he skated to Pokerface by Lady Gaga. I can't even begin to explain the energy and the eccentricity that pours out of the performance. If one goes on Youtube, he or she can see the dossier of performances that Johnny has been involved in, from the Olympics to national competitions and even going to Korea to spend time with Yun Na Kim, a Korean figure skater. He goes further than a skater usually does during his career. There are some things about him that are cryptic, such as his orientation, but his skills and effort on the ice are truly evident.

I love Johnny Weir on levels that most of you probably won't understand.

Mother, I am a dreamer

I love sleep, I absolutely do. Unfortunately, my mother castigates me when I sleep in after 10am. But what I don't understand is that if I continue to sleep in my room, I am not bothering anybody, therefore it is a win-win situation. In addition, when I do wake up, I'm quite laconic; my responses consist of grunts and "yeah." I am not an obstacle to anybody, so let me sleep!

I guess my parents expect me to be ebullient like my brother in the morning, but hell, he's nine years old. This expectation usually turns me into a malcontent because it causes me to sleep even later-- just to tick them off... it usually works. I think there are two main reasons why I enjoy being in deep slumber so much. One, I love being snuggled up in my blanket with that warmness that you feel in the morning. Also, when ten minutes actually means another half hour, possibly falling back asleep.

And second, I love dreaming, I really do. Even when I don't remember my dreams, they're so vivid. If there was a moratorium on dreaming, I probably wouldn't go to sleep because my dreams are the only place where things are more interesting than my daily life. Sometimes I dream about not being able to see or talk, and other times I am in bizarre situations. All in all, dreaming is something I love and I am so thankful I have the ability to do so.