34. Renton:

"Swanney taught us to adore and respect the National Health Service, for it was the source of much of our gear. We stole drugs, we stole prescriptions, or bought them, sold them, swapped them, forged them, photocopied them or traded them with cancer victims, alcoholics, old age pensioners, AIDS patients, epileptics and bored housewives. We took morphine, diamorphine, cyclozine, codeine, temazepam, nitrezepam, phenobarbitone, sodium amytal dextropropoxyphene, methadone, nalbuphine, pethidine, pentazocine, buprenorphine, dextromoramide chlormethiazole. The streets are awash with drugs that you can have for unhappiness and pain, and we took them all. Fuck it, we would have injected Vitamin C if only they'd made it illegal."

Trainspotting = win.

33.

I need to get to sleep earlier these days. Damn. That's probably not going to happen though.
Anyhow, today my shrink says that she wants to try me on something like Prozac or Zoloft. Win?

32.

Yes, so the other night I was puttering around the [Questionable Content] website and I came across their shirts and bags and such. They had this amazing shirt that has a computer on it and the moniter has a cartoon cat's face on it and it says, "I can haz torrents?" I almost shit bricks. I love it. I showed it to my mom and she says that she'll get it for me for Christmas. I'm so excited! Whoot. There was also a bag I want that has the outline/drawing of a Giant Isopod on it that says, "I feel pretty!" I love it also. It's ballin'.

31. I <3 Questionable Content

"I feel pretty!"

30.

Ohai, I am hella tired, but I have community band in a few hours so I cannot go to sleep. That would suck if I didn't enjoy band so much. Whoot.

29.

Well, I'm off on a quest of potentially epic proportions. See you around?

28.

Well, today has been pretty lame so far. I've been an insomniac again lately so I've gotten very little sleep (obviously) and have been walking around in a bit of a daze because of it. Today was like that again. I managed to get to school on time for once (amazing, I know) and all through my first class (Biology 12) I just sort of sat there. I wrote down the notes and such, but I kept making idiot mistakes in them. You know, spelling words wrong or mixing them up. At one point I wrote "blood area" instead of "blood vessels." I don't know where the hell "area" came from...

Anyhow, I decided to go home after that class. I couldn't handle the rest of the day like that. Naturally, I took the bus home. I sat in the back like I normally do and to the right of me sat this man and his soon who looked about four or five. In front of them was a really haggard, toothless Native man with unkempt hair, randomly talking to them. You could by the way the man held his arm around his son that it was making him uneasy. I couldn't hear what the Native was saying because I had my headphones in (Opeth, ftw). When my stop came and I walked past them, the Native said something to me. It involved the word "lady," but that's all I heard through my music and I just ignored him and kept going. Obviously wasn't going to stop my music, ask him what he said, answer him and expect the bus driver to patiently wait for me. That's my reasoning anyhow. Honestly, I'm curious whether I did that because there wasn't enough "time" or if there was an ulterior motive.

27. Zee Metul Scale

Okai, so Andy, Simonus Zacsamus and I have decided that Death is the epitome of metul. That's it. They are metul. With that in mind, Simonus Zacsamus and I are in the process of creating "Zee Metul Scale."

At the moment it is:

Stratovarius (1) <----------------------------------------> Death (13)

That is all for now.

26. Metul Factor

After careful consideration, my colleagues (Andy and Simonus Zacsamus) and I have decided that regardless of the type of footwear Death may choose to sport at any given time, this will not increase or decrease their "metul factor" as they are truly incredibly metal. As long as Death is in the equation, it cannot get more or less metul.

This concept is similar to that of Chuck Norris being the equivalent to pain. No matter what Chuck Norris is doing to you, it will never be more or less painful than any other Norris related situation simply because Chuck Norris = pain.

The above concepts also work for Denzel Washington in the area of badass-ery. Denzel Washington = badass.

25.

Yeah, so I was totally just catching up on zee comix of zee interwebz and when I was perusing F@NBOY$ I just happened to stumble across this one: [Frikkin A!!!]

Check out the last panel. You'll know it when you see it.
Bask in its glory, human swine.

24. Caffeine and Adrenaline

Okay, so right now I'm running on about 2-1.5 hours sleep right now. I stayed up to wait for subUrbia to finish. After it did, I decided that I couldn't resist it and that I had to watch it. I needed to. It seems that it was a good idea.

Goddamn, subUrbia is an amazing movie. It's seriously ballin'. I'm not sure if most people would like or if its just me being...well, me. Either way, I thought it was brilliant and am madly in love with it. Yay!

You know what really gets on my nerves? When younger siblings decided to watch the same movie over and over and over... In the time that I've been home, my little brother has watched Scary Movie II three times. THREE TIMES!!! In a row! As much as I love Christopher Kennedy Masterson, I can't handle it. Besides, he's way too young to be watching it... Well, I suppose it's too late for that now.

23.

Can you imagine the guys from Death playing a concert while wearing Moonshoes? I did and I "lol'd" "irl." Srzly.

Anyhow, I've decided to pull an all-nighter because I'm gangster like that. Seriously though, it's because I've been aquiring a movie that I've wanted to see for a long time and its going to be watchable quite soon and I plan on doing so tonight. After it's all over and done with I'll only get about three hours sleep anyway so it'd be a bit of a waste. It'd just make me more tired and I wouldn't be able to wake up in the morning.

Well, to end this post, here is another picture of an orchid. I love these flowers.

22. Devilishly Clever

I have this friend. His name is Matt. I call him Captain McNofunman. Or just Capt. for short. Anywho, he's pretty fly and is into webcomics. So, earlier today I was creepin' his blog and I stumbled across a list of them. There's this one that I'm now slightly addicted to called F@NBOY$. It's pretty awesome. Here's an example of how awesome they are: [Click Here To Experience Awesome]

Hahahaha, yes, bask in its glory.

21.

Ugh, I totally didn't wake up until almost one today. Mind you, I didn't go to bed until like...three in the morning? Give or take? Anywho, livin' the hermit life is pretty sweet. You get to be a hermit. Fun.

I am very excited because I have finally gotten ahold of The Last Unicorn! I'm so stoked on it. Whoot. I'mma go watch it now. :D

20.

You know what really sucks?
When you argue with someone intensely over something only to find out that you're absolutely, totally, completely inexcusably wrong.

...of course that never happens to me though...

/eats orange quietly

19.

This is completely off topic, but I'm really bored so I've decided to blog. About what? I'm not quite sure. Hmm, my hands are cold. This is making me type slower and feel clumsy. I dislike feeling clumsy. This one time, when I was going to Phoenix Middle School, I was standing at the top of the bleachers with a few friends and suddenly an elastic war was started for some reason. I decided to escaped because I was without elastics and decided to run down the bleachers. Well, despite the fact that my mind wanted me to run down them, my body decided that it wanted me to fall down them. It truly was not my most glorious moment. One second I was running, the next I was lying on my back on the ground at the bottom of the bleachers. Want to know the biggest piss off of the whole story? It was right in front of this guy I liked at the time. Yeah, I know.
In retrospect this is still painfully embarrassing, but funny nonetheless. For the rest of the day a bunch of my friends were rating my fall. It was pretty rediculous.

My favourite flowers are Orchids. Just figured I'd throw that out there...

18.

Whoot! I am getting other friends to start blogging! I'm starting a trend. I feel so cool. Maybe we could become an epic blogging commune? Wouldn't that be swell? I think so.

Commune of Epic Blawggerz, ftw.

17. I am Jack's appendix

You know what I hate? I hate when people hang out with you only because you're their last resort. Am I being narcissistic for thinking I deserve better? Honestly, I don't think so. It just really grinds my gears when no matter how much of your precious time you give to someone, they just wipe their ass with it and forget about it. It kind of hurts when people say, "I have no friends" despite the fact that you hang out with them everyday.

I am Jack's appendix.

16.

The other day, a friend of my mom's found out that I got into AIV. He was all stoked and decided to give me $20. Win. Today I bought another fifty blank DVDs. Whoot.
Also, I've made a shirt. It says "Hail Satan" on it. I'm very pleased with it. Well, I'm going to go get some water and finish watching Fight Club now. Peace.

15. Hail Satan.

This morning I woke up at 12:something and decided it was time to change one of my shirts. One of my black shirts now says "Hail Satan" on the front of it. I'm very excited.

14.

Okay, I don't understand what everyone loves about those sunglasses with all the lines on them. What's the point? How can you see anything through them? Fuck. It all just seems to be completely absurd to me. Damn.
To hell with you, Kanye West!!!

Praise Denzel. Hail Satan.

13.

Oddly enough, I think that one day I'd like to try heroin. No reason in particular. I just think it'd be swell.

12.

If you've never heard of Igor Stravinsky, you might as well just end your life now. Seriously. Just do it. Toaster + bath = what you should be doing right now if you've never heard of/listened to Igor Stravinsky. He is truly godly. Truly, he is.
This post was inspired by his ballet Petrushka which is amazing. Yes, it is. Go listen to it now.

Hmm, so I believe that today's plan is to watch a lot of movies. Oh, and to read. That's always fun. It turns out that Oryx and Crake is actually really wonderful so far. So, yeah.

11.

I'm so glad that it's a Pro-D day tomorrow. Ahh, I can sleep in and watch movies all day! This is gonna be sweet. :D
Hmm, I think I'll watch Slither, Cabin Fever, Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer, and Hatchet. I am ver ver excited.

10. English 12

Wow, this is intensely lame. I just finished typing this post and it suddenly said that the site wasn't available and now I've got to redo the entire thing. Fuck my life. ><

Anyhow, like I said before, I'm currently sitting in my English 12 class. It sucks. My teacher's an idiot. Truly, he is. I think I'd enjoy this class more if I wasn't being taught (if you want to call it that) by a senile pseudo-intellectual. The other week, he was teaching us a lesson on semi-colon usage. Now this already had me pissed off considering I'd be taught this extensively (by a wonderful teacher named Mr. Smith, I might add) in grade ten. I believe that I'm already rather well versed in the area of both semi-colons and colons alike. Anyhow, not only was he teaching us something we're all supposed to know already, he wasn't teaching it correctly. He kept leaving things out and belittling the purpose of the semi-colon. He claimed that the semi-colon was the same as a period. Yes, it does indicate that there is a pause like that of a period, but it's for an entirely different reason. So, when I called him on it, he said that he didn't think the class would get it. Obviously that pissed me off. Just because you don't think someone will completely understand a concept, that doesn't mean you don't have to teach it or that you can teach them something wrong instead. There's no logic there. Fuck. The only good thing about this class are the occassion usage of laptops (win) and a few select people (Edele, Kylee, and sometimes Tyler).

I wish I was like Nightcrawler from the X-men. By that, I mean have his powers, not being blue and furry. I'd totally just teleport and chill in limbo for a while. (If you don't know what limbo is, to hell with you) I think it'd be rad as fuck.

9.

Ugh, I am tired. I'm so glad that Friday's a Pro-D day. Maybe I should try to get to bed before midnight for the next little while. ...okay, that's never going to happen. Oh hey, my cat is here. Hello Ringo.

" jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid5444444444444444122222222 ," says Ringo.

Isn't he super cute?

C'est Ringo le chat.

8. Hmm

I've just recently finished reading "Girl, Interrupted" by Susanna Kaysen. Quite honestly, I think I'm a lot too much like her for my own good. : |
I'm not sure how to react to this.
/ponders

Anyway, I should be sleeping right now. Oh well, that will have to wait. "Oryx and Crake" must be read since I'm quite taken with it so far. Fuck you, wanna-be-Rockabilly pseudo-intellectual that hates this book because of the opinion of an English teacher you want to bang.

Edward Norton

D'you want to know who's completely amazing? Edward Norton. Truly, he's fantastic. Just figured I'd throw that out there for lack of better things to say. Well, I should stop procrastinating and finish that mountain of Bio homework... Mrs. Langley sure is a homework Nazi...Fuck.

I Know I'm Going to Sound Pathetic.

Hmm, well I don't really know what to say. It seems that no matter how nice I am to people or how much of my time I give to them, it doesn't really matter. Honestly, that kind of makes me feel like shit. I imagine not all people are like this, but at the moment, I'm having doubts.

Lately I've noticed that you can sit there, listening to someone's problems for hours. No matter how much advice you give them, or how little they let you say about yourself, it's never enough for them to actually feel the need to reciprocate.

I guess my "role in life," so to speak, is to be someone's "shoulder to cry on." How often do you see the crying person return to that shoulder once their problem's solved and they're happy again and simply want to enjoy the company of the shoulder? In my experience, virtually never. I'm mearly another rung on the ladder of success to be stepped on and then forgotten about. Your welcome for helping you up there.

Now, for the real question; am I just being a narcissist by thinking I deserve better?

Fuck People.

Well, today kind of sucked.
I didn't get to go to Timberline because people were being lame.
I continuously got ditched. I'm not sure whether it was
intentional or not, but it happened.

My English 12 class is hella lame.
My teacher is completely incompetant.
We never actually do anything; he spends most of the time
telling us random stories that are completely irrelevant.
Not to mention the fact that he teaches things incorrectly all the time.
He also has a tendancy to think out everything before he
says it as if he's dictating a novel. (<---Shae Code, ftw)

Anyhow, if that didn't piss me off enough,
my video class today was just as shitty.
I'm not sure if it was because of the people in it or
if it was because of my already terrible mood from
my English 12 class before hand.
Ugh. Fail.

Anyhow, after school I went to the library (yes, I'm hard as piss) and took out three new books:

"Renfield: Slave of Dracula" by Barbara Hambly
"King of Methlehem" by Mark Lindquist
"Chocolat" by Joanne Harris

I am excited about these. Before I start reading them though, I must finish "Filth" by Irvine Welsh. Hmm, well that is all.
...for now.

Funny Games (1997)

Well, I just finished watching a movie called "Funny Games." It's an Austrian movie made by Michael Haneke and all audio is in German (naturally). I managed to get my hands on a version of it with English subtitles and, sweet zombie Jesus, I'm glad I did.

Considering the fact that I'm really quite tired, I'm not going to attempt to write a review of this movie. I will attempt one at some point in time, but not this very moment.
I will, however, simply put down it's basic info.

Directed by: Michael Haneke
Produced by: Veit Heiduschka
Written by: Michael Haneke
Cinematography: Jürgen Jürges
Editing: Andreas Prochaska
Released: May 14, 1997
Running Time: 108 minutes
Country: Austria
Language: German, French
Genre: Horror

Starring:
Susanne Lothar (Anna)
Ulrich Mühe (Georg)
Arno Frisch (Paul)
Frank Giering (Peter)


Well, I believe that is all I will put for now. Later on I will devise a rating system and attempt to write a review that will do this film the justice it deserves.
Long live Michael Haneke, Arno Frisch, and Susanne Lothar.

Fuck my life.

Okay, well it seems that Monday's plans are ruined.
I was supposed to go to Timberline with Zac to see
Andy, but he has decided to stay because Tyler's coming
to Carihi.
/shakes fist at Tyler.
Anyhow, I now have no one to go to Timberline with
and it'd be hella lame to go alone.
Fuck.


On a lighter note, I chilled with Chantelle today.
We went downtown and then went back to her
house and dyed our hairz.
Then she drove me home. =]
'Twas a swell afternoon.

My New Goal/I'm a Superhero

Okai, so today I was puttering around the interwebz
and I've stumbled across a handful of different
"Top ___ Horror Movies" lists.
My new goal is to watch every movie on each of the lists.
Crazy? Most likely.
Do-able? Absolutely.

Oh, and on Monday I'm skipping
my C block class again.
I will be commuting to Timberline
with Zac to save Andy from his mind-numbing
abyss of a mechanics class.
I feel like an under-rated superhero. =]
Hooray for me.
/win.

I'm a noob.

Okay, so I'm not really sure how this works.
This will be a test post 'cause I'm awesome like that.
Yee.