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.
2/11/07
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.
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.
2/8/07
"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.
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.
2/4/07
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.
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.
2/2/07
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.
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.
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