Fall, return of the posting

So, yes, spring and summer have past and it is nearing fall once again and I find myself free of a 12 hour dual job rotation and back into some free time while not pursuing a welding career (which will be mine in June if all goes well).

Summer was uneventful as I worked literally half the day and slept for much of the remaining time, though I do think I shop in my sleep as I have little money left to show for all my hard work yet I have a great amount of CDs and books that I didn't have before summer. I found myself working with my muses as well, trying to beat out a story or two, but not getting much out on paper sadly and that which I did, I didn't enjoy very much; mostly inane ideas with no real semblance to them. More, possibly, on this as it develops.

In the recent few weeks, I took in my gaming habit with both hands and managed to clamber through Bioshock for the Xbox 360; pardon me if I've been in a daze for a year or two, but when did games starting looking that good?! Never mind the story that was completely engrossing and full of juicy plot twists, it looked amazing, it played amazing, I haven't had that much fun since Resident Evil on the Gamecube and I was completely obsessed with that for years (still am, actually).

Took the time to read into a few religions as well over the summer. Nothing terribly interesting that I found, but the search will go on even if I have to make up my own religion. A religion based around I don't know what, but it'll probably be a Festivus thing like on Seinfeld.

Using mind altering substances to put up with people is not a good way to live. But, it's somewhat more enjoyable that way, at least in my opinion. Some people you can handle, others you can't.

I really need someone to distract me from people. Someone who's less expensive then my habits are and will treat me just as well; preferably someone who likes video games, has eclectic music tastes, not as many issues as the last person I hooked up with (ie, be mentally stable and easy going), and just generally be a nice person. Ah fantasy, you never let me down.

Still working too much and not having any time off to myself, which is making me introverted and a bitch like I used to be. Good scene? No, not at all. With everyone stressing about exams it's impossible to find someone to hang out with let alone have a decent conversation with or talk to without having to just make an excuse to leave.

You know you've had too much when your muscles spasm uncontrollably and hinder your ability to speak, I refer you to my night and how I can never do anything in moderation like I plan on, but it's fun anyway.

Hard to listen to music in that state, I kept hearing people calling my name. Creepy voices from beyond.

Bleh, need sleep. Good night world.

300, aka Frank Miller's Bloodfest

If you have to see a movie this year, make it 300.

Outside the obvious ripped men running around in loin clothes killing brutally and without mercy, it has some excellent dialogue that doesn't sound cheesy and a plethera of nipples for all to enjoy! That, and the soundtrack is killer, which means I'm going to have to download it ASAP.

The calming leaves

Out of school, into the working world. Bleh, such a dumb way to spend my time when I could be doing nothing and having a blast. At least I got out and saw people yesterday and last night.

And although I may have been a little stoned and some of the others may have been a little drunk it was generally a good time to be had (considering my absense, I think I was enjoying myself). I think pot allows me to relax (duh) and just accept that while I may not like people, I can be in their presence and not be in a bad mood, although I will hoover up anything edible in sight, but no one really minds, at least, no one said anything while I pigged out.

Picked up the new Wario game for the DS and I have to say that it's pretty fun, but I don't know how much replay there's going to be with it, I'll just have to wait and see.

Redecorating

Do you like the new colors? I like the new colors.

Black is so depressing and while I love black, I like having a change. It'll probbly be black by the end of the month or late next week.

The days are slow and mostly boring. I need to get back out and live a little instead of remaining cooped up home and away from people, or I need to find new people to hang out with. Whichever works best.

Hospital stays

Finally out of the hospital, actually I was released Wednesday but I've just been too occupied to update.

I was admitted to emergency because my throat had closed over and was looking rather disgusting, to which the nurses couldn't even look without screwing up their faces. Spent four hours in fast track and then I was moved to St. Claire's until Wednesday morning when I was discharged with a perscription and sent home.

I've been in bed for the past two days sleeping and twaking around on my bass when I get bed sores. The plus side to all this is I've been eating mad amounts of jell-o, which is about the only thing that doesn't hurt on the way down. I don't think I'm going back to finish off this semester either, but I'm going to have to talk to my parents about that. Considering there's about a month left and I've missed a week there's a high chance that I'd fail or I'd do very poorly.

So much to worry about...

Friday, I started my mid-term break at 6:30 a.m.

Got a shower and then MattyP showed up and we went around doing shit, which was really very fun, better then going to class and then leaving an hour later. Got booze and then went to Alexi's for the "stuff".

Brad had us over and we hot-boxed his room and it was awesome. First time being baked and I have to say what fun it was; I figured I'd be up high all night, but when I got to work, I was back to normal. And then at MattyP's party, we had a good time with coolers and other booze and then when Alexi showed up, he rolled us up and we got baked again.

Now, I know that I shouldn't have, but it was fun all the same and at about 4 yesterday, I got home and realised that I have a cold or the flu or something. Someone asked me if it was because of the weed and I don't think it is, but then again it could very well have been.

Aching all over and tired beyond belief, but when I try to sleep, I can't and then I get way too hot. Fuck, being sick ruins your mid-term break.

Tagged and released into the wild

SO, I got tagged by Jam.

And the secrets come out...

1. I'm not comfortable with myself at all. Period. Nothing at all about me is something I'm proud of, considering I got to where I am today by disallusioning myself as to what I should have been, I forgot who I was and everything I've done up until now is trying to figure myself out. My moments of "quiet reflection" are ones where I'm trying not to say or do anything like I would "normally". People who like me, like a fake, people who like the old me like a half-way-fake person.

2. I like country music, it calms me down and keeps me docile. Don't ask, all you need to know is that I was raised on it and I like it.

3. I have a crush on a friend and it's not the person you think it is. Moving on.

4. When I was a kid, I wanted to be Robin from "Batman and Robin", seeing as my dad was Bruce Wayne (those is his actual first and middle names), now I want to be an actor/voice actor/rockstar/sex god.

5. All beer, and I do mean ALL BEER tastes the same to me. Shut up and let me finish my goddamned statements before you drop yourself down my throat and attack me; TO ME, it's the SAME. TO YOU, it is NOT.

Yeah, that last one, it's nothing to do with anything, but too bad. I'm having a nice Valentine's Day; I have no date or anyone to really be cuddly with today, but that doesn't matter as I have myself and that's all I really need.

Life is like running down the street with an AK-47

So, this weekend was pretty okay.

Trelyn's party on Friday night was awesome; video games, junk food with friends. After that, parents decided that I could stay out for a bit, so I got MattyP and Kathleen at Tim's and we drove around for an hour before I had to go home and sleep. I've got a sleeping pattern down now (involving waking up for ten minutes between 2:30 and 3:30 in the morning) and it's sweet.

Saturday I did nothing until 6 when I went out to dinner with mom and dad and then the Buddy Wasisname show at the Arts and Culture Center; it was so good and so funny, they get better everytime I see them. Yes, I'm proud to be a Newfoundlander and embrace the comedy and music of my land. Fuck it was a sweet night. Didn't sleep too well though, but I woke up to toutons and bacon and ham and moose sausage. Best way to wake up.

All day today (Sunday) I read some and watched some Hellsing and read more and realized I have a reading to do for English tomorrow and I'm reading the Chuck Palahniuk short-story Guts and I hope I can do the whole thing, it's just better that way. Hoping to get someone to faint, but I'm not holding my breath on that one (pardon the pun there).

I'm waiting up July 4 because Volume 8 of Hellsing comes out after almost two years! Gotta love that vampiric Nazi killing and the big boys and there guns and the one female character with a chest (which gets bigger in ever frame) as they go around being silly bitches. Oh my, I have weird tastes. Celtic folk music, vampire Nazis, short stories about crazy fuckin' shit!

MattyP's party on Friday, I'm stoked. No better way to start a midterm break then partying with your best buddy and some random people. Five days until party, neglecting classes all the way and not caring. Life is sweet and sour.

"fight club only exists between the time when fight club starts and when fight club ends"

I love reading books. I mean, I really love to read books.
Yes, I'm reading Fight Club again as well as reading my classics book, Frankenstein, Haunted and about a hundred different fanfictions and short stories that people have written; both "worksafe" and "adult". And still, I can't write anything past my fantasy project, which is kind of a bummer. Oh well, at least I'm writing.

MUN fucking sucks. I hate going to classes and I hate having to worry about school. I should just start a soap company. Paper Street Soap Company. Just need to get fat and a lot of it. Maybe I need to stop reading Fight Club for a while, but then again, the first rule of fight club is: you do not talk about fight club.
If I want to get into the RNC, I have to do psychology and sociology in MUN, which I wouldn't mind doing, but I hate MUN. Maybe I'll just do the two courses and nothing else. We'll see how that goes and if I have to do three, I'll do another english course because I like english. So much shit to sift through.

Party tomorrow night. Trelyn's 19th, which is going to be fun. I haven't seen him in ages, since Zack's party back before Christmas, I'm headed down after work tomorrow night. Robyn's having another party tomorrow as well, but I'm going to Trelyn's, though I may swing by her place afterwards, just to see what's on the go. Maybe pick up some tail. Ahahahahahaha! Yeah, like that will ever happen. I'm doomed to having "poor quality" lays and shitty relationships. Poor me, emo about being lonely again. I need to drink more, if you drink people will come. They will come, be it the cops or friends or not, someone will show up.

Oh just a normal, angry, weekend

Weekends are a sad, sad existence when you spend your Saturday doing nothing and finally just letting your mind liquify as you watch Comedy Central Presents or Just For Laughs. Although that Lewis Black special was rather nice when you think your brain is about the leap out of your head and go on vacation.

Played bass yesterday until my fingers hurt and I'd turned the strings five times before I put it down and vegetated on my bed and stared at the ceiling.

I occurs to me that reding Apollodorus is like looking in the phone book and linking people together; there are paragraphs a page long tell me how this guy married the daughter of this guy who was the son of this guy and this god and then they had this many kids who went on to marry these people and they did this and their kids kids did these people in the ass and were punished by the gods because of what this guy did to this girl on the second Sunday of the seventh week of this year! Fuck man, tell me the story, not the names that I can't even pronounce!

Having another bad day and I have a test and an assignment due tomorrow. Hopefully I can get all that shit done in twelve hours and still have enough time to masturbate a few times and pass out. Big advocate of masturbation, keeps you docile and keeps the population low. People being docile is good when the shit hits the fan and people are running around screaming; the people who accept it have either had a few good nuts in the last hour or they're too fucking wasted to care. Which brings up a good point, I need to get more drunk more often with more people at more parties. More parties people, I need them. There is blood in my alcohol system! Man, I rave about shit too much, I think I'm having an attention-wanting episode again. Might be a little depressed, not sure though.

I drank a bit of my flask last night for something to do. Jägermeister and Guitar Hero don't really go together good, made the bad jokes better, though. "There's no such thing as soy milk, it's soy juice, except if you say say juice, you gag a little. No, folks, there's no such thing as soy milk because there's no such thing as a soy titty!" Oh my, I love listening to Lewis Black, he's so angry and angry is good. Sex is better when you're angry, fighting is better when you're angry, life is just better when you're a little pissed.

Fighting, I think we should all have about two hours a day where we just fight for no good reason. You feel better, it's easier then sex to get and to perform and you don't get AIDs. Plus, you know when you're done fighting, you just can't move that much anymore, but with sex you can go all night if you take a ten minute break in between. Sex is too hard to get anyway ("Sex you want, you ain't gettin'. Sex you're gettin', you don't want.").

And so concludes another pointless look into my life, time to read my Classics and possibly do my math.

Some people you just don't like. Other people who like even less. You have no idea why, but for some reason you can't look at them eye-to-eye; maybe you disagree with how they think or you don't like the way their voice sounds. Maybe you have no reason to not like them, but you don't like them anyway.

I really don't like many of the people I know. They all have something about them that irks me to a degree, and I'm aware that a few of them are reading this so I will not mention names and I won't really talk about it outside of this, unless I'm annoyed to the point where they must be told otherwise. But, yes, it's no secret that I don't like even half the people I know, it's very obvious actually, although I will try my best to be nice to people that mean well and are generally okay to be around.

"I was impressed with myself." Well, yes, obviously you would be, and we know that so you don't need to say it everytime you do something because soon it's going to turn into "I had a thought, which I'm rather impressed about", but then again, this presents a great means of poking fun at people. Maybe you just have a thing for letting people know every little detail of your life; get a reality show with a camera in the shower so we can all see what it looks like when you take a shit or masturbate in the shower. Better yet, live in the zoo and we can pay to see you do what you do, then after two weeks, you get a portion of the money; that there's what we call economical!

Something else that's pissing me off is people who ask for your help and then look at you with an honest-to-god angry face and tell you that your help is pointless and not worth the time it took to hear it. Next person who does that is going to get hit, seriously, if you needed my help that you wouldn't be saying that to my face. And these are the same people who will do everything but the thing you told them to do and bitch because "nothing's working". Fuck. Sake.

I'm starting to understand what people say when they tell you that they can't trust anyone. No matter what you do, someone will always find something to mock you for or to stab you in the back with. Come on, people, I know it's hypocritical for even me to say, but have a little respect for people. Give them the benefit of the doubt and just accept it. Or maybe that's too much to ask people these days when it's every fucker for themselves.

So, yes, I do infact dislike a lot of people. Many of them aren't even aware or think I'm joking and I'm not in any way, shape or form. Maybe I should have been born a few millenia ago when it was alright and freely accepted for men to love each other even though you had a wife and kids (ancient Greece was awesome) and if you did something wrong, you weren't held for fifteen years just to see what come up, you had your head cut off and mounted on a pike or you were sent into slavery. Which is something we need back, slavery. Make criminals slaves, I tell you now that that would drop the crime rate real quick.

Anyway, I'm done ranting, I need to nap and hopefully wake up in a better mood them I'm in now.

Snow days

I love having snow days, but I don't like having them when I have to miss a lab. But then again, it's not so bad, I've been practising bass most of the morning and I've got For Whom The Bell Tolls pretty much down, except for a few places where I lose my timing, but that's just practise.

Other then that, I've been looking at basses again, trying to find which on I want. Maybe a Warwick, maybe an ESP. I have yet to decide, though I do know that I'll be getting my Macbook before I get a new bass, as I've been wanting/needing a new computer for a few years.

I've been thinking that it's soon time for me to get back into the dating game. You know, nearly fourth months of being single starts to suck when you're used to having someone around to hang out with on a regular basis. If I could get to Nova Scotia, I'd try dating this girl that I met, or I might even just say to hell with it and find someone around town to date. We'll see, though, knowing me, it's going to be harder then I think and I'll have to sit down and think about it for a long while. Enough being emo!

I'm getting good at Guitar Hero, which I'm glad about as it will be the first game I'll actually be mediocre at and be able to to play with people without sucking too much. Getting 5-stars on every song is hard, though, but I want to get those special guitars! I need them! Obsessed? Just a little. Maybe...

Fuck, I hate shovelling, but I have to do it before work. Oh my, the bitches work is never done!

Yeah, today sucked. Completely.

Okay, so snow, I hate snow, I hate having to shovel it and I hate having to look at it. Ugh! I need to live in the desert where there's no snow. But, I guess having a snow blower is good and a father that does it all before you even get up in the morning, although he did try to get me up, which is not nice. I need my beauty sleep, for the little it's going to do me.

Anyway, enough of my pretty face. I did nothing today, and I do mean nothing. I played Guitar Hero 2 all day and now my hand is aching and sore, but on the plus side I nearly beat medium! (yes, I know, I suck at this game, but shut up). But, I did spend a lot of time with MattyP tonight, driving around town and talking (we were supposed to see a movie, but the machines were being difficult), so I guess the night wasn't a bust after-all.

I love Warwick. They make some of the most badass basses ever! Like this new one, the Vampyre BO (that stands for Bolt On) "Dark Lord"! It's tuned with an F#! A fucking sharp! It rattles the earth! Well, I assume so, but man, it's tuned to the low of the low end. Link is thus: Vampyre "Dark Lord"

Oh my, I need to sleep soon. I'm getting sleepy again. Sigh, oh well, night all!

Guitars and gay

Yeah, okay, I'm sorry, but this guitar is sweet. Curse the Japanese for their superior skill in instrument design and the whole being able to get them easier! Anyway, this one's used by Mana from Malice Miser and Moi dix Mois; whom, I might add, is very delicious in his own right, though I first thought that he was a she, but I was proven wrong as is the way.

So, nothing happened tonight, the snow came and hit us hard and it's just going to blow all night long; thank god for sleeping in the soundproofed basement. Work was quick and easy and I've been drooling over ESP guitars and roleplaying all night. For eleven, I'm really tired, must be all that working non-stop over the week that's doing it. Meh, no pain no gain as they say.

Novella is coming along slowly, I find that my mind wanders easily and I end up writing three different things at once while trying to get down my main ideas; usually I write the main story, then in another window write sex then in another write about a thought I had and then go back to writing my main story again. I swear, this writing is insane, might as well learn a dead language, it'll be easier. Oh my.

Once this is over, I'm going to sleep, I haven't had a restfull sleep in weeks, I keep waking up and all that blah-blah-blah. I'm in university, I can sleep when I'm dead.

Blog the first.

Nothing like starting a new journal/blog to fit in with the many others that I neglect more then my schoolwork and social life.

Nothing really to say. Purchased a new guitar/bass tuner this afternoon and now I'm ready to play again (in tune, that is!), so I shall be having much fun with that. And, as of yesterday, my two years of writer's block has been thwarted and my novella is progressing slowly; consider chapter one written and in revision stage. Perhaps I'll post it up later.

My, still a half hour until work. I do hope that the snow stays away until at least seven tonight, I don't want to be working in it. I'll hope my luck lasts, which it won't. Such is life.