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August 31 Facebook and the What-notIrie star. Waoh, almost been a week since I last posted something here- then again, I haven't had much to write about. Tonight I set my Facebook account up to accept feeds from my blog; in other words, all my entries will now appear as Notes on Facebook. If anyone is actually reading my ramblings on Facebook, you should go to the View Original Post link found at the bottom of the notes. This way, you can access the music I have added to my blog as well, as well as access other stuff that Facebook won't post. Hope you enjoy it, for people who haven't started reading my blog until this post- and for the ones who have been down and loyal since the beginning, I and I salutes you. Lately I've been listening to a lot of Reggae and dub music- largely on channel 84 on SIRIUS. If you haven't ever checked this specific channel out, I suggest you do. Even if you don't like Reggae, check it out. Every Saturday night at 9 SASKATCHEWAN TIME is a program that plays solely Dancehall music ("Gangsta" reggae for those who don't know, lol.) On top of that, been listening to a lot of Sublime, Blind Melon.. upbeat bands to keep my head out of the gutter. Seems to be working  .Today I was a bit more politically-minded. Oh noes! Oh well- nothing too ranty. I just thought about people who hold revolutionary status: Che' Guevara, Lenin, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King.. etc. Throughout the world, one will find that each person has a differing opinion on people whom they consider to be a hero. I began thinking that the political actions each individual took to accomplish their goal is not what made them great- but instead, the fact that they put their entire life into fighting for what they believed in. That's all that matters. Just because you disagree with a person's beliefs doesn't make them any smaller than you or inferior- instead they should be given the same amount of respect that you give to the others you do agree with, because they actually have the courage to stick with who they are and not be changed. A political, religious, lifestyle belief/view does not determine where one sits on the social ladder. As I've been pedalling througout my blog, we are still, in the end, all human. Just because I choose to keep my religious beliefs does not deem me one of the "sheeple". Attacking me for that belief is pure ignorance, for you yourself have beliefs as well that you defend. Once the world realizes that no one wants to be changed and lose their individuality, war and hate should subside. The world has too much hate, and not enough fellowship and true love. Brings me to another point... "Love" gets thrown around too easily today. I'd go into detail about what I mean by that, but I'll leave that for my next entry. I finally have my basement back (  )! If you didn't know, it flooded a year ago last spring, and it's been a mess ever since. Our basement isn't finished, and there's still stuff everywhere from when we moved into town. When it flooded, we had to get everything up off the floor and moved onto shelves, and onto the bed, couches.. everywhere else but the floor. This week my mummy was on holidays, so we kicked some serious ass whilst cleaning down here. I finally got my living-room area back and my bed. Only problem with it down here is that it's cold as Hell.. wait, that don't make sense.. you get my point ( ). All that matters is that I'm finally back in my own domain. Anyways, gonna wrap this thing up here for now. I'm still tired from last night, which in all actuality, kinda sucked. Nuh 'ffense. I'm kind of wishing I had stayed home and just played Guild Wars with Matt ( ). As I said, I'm done for tonight. Respect, star. For those who actually check out the Original blog from the Facebook feed here at http://www.isaiah1421.spaces.live.com , THIS is why you should be listening to SIRIUS 84. I love this song. August 24 My 40 oz. to FreedomIrie, star! Okay, the reason I didn't want to go into details about the party in my entry last night was because: a) I was way too tired. Tired because I had been shovelling bins out again yesterday, and I was working on one single bin for the majority of the time I was out at the farm. Trust me, rotting oats are a force not to be reckoned with. b) I was somewhat ashamed. Ashamed, because I failed my goal to quit drinking- BUT, after some long thought I came to a conclusion that actually made me feel better. We only have 1 life to live, and I want my life to be limitless- I want to enjoy myself while I'm here. I'm not encouraging myself to go out and drink every weekend, but it was just a matter of putting roadblocks up in the path of my life. Long story short, I'm not ashamed of what I did anymore. It was well worth it- and as the mega-stoner at Middle Lake grad said about weed (that was major lulz), it opened my mind (the party, not weed ). The vodka even opened my mind politically. Matt figured I was going on another political rant, but I didn't (  ); instead, I came to the sad conclusion that my beloved Anarchy has its flaws. Although the government may be gone, and people are free to do as they please, there will always still be one person who tries to gain power over others and exploit them. Thus ended my political "rant" for the night. Right, Matthew? I also made a new friend! A friend who was as plastered as I, and happened to sit on me all night. Oh man... as Lynnea said, we were pretty much "connected at the hips" all night. I figured out her name, and by the time we were all going to sleep they told me I'd forget all about her by the morning. Well ha-ha. I didn't. And now her name won't get out of my head. I don't know if that's such a bad thing- maybe hitting my head trying to get her OUT of my head is the bad thing. Gaahh.. help I (  )So, there you go. The details of the party, kinda summed up. Mainly because I don't remember much. What I do remember is that it was great. It was a small party- I knew everyone there mostly, and everyone there happened to be a good friend of mine. The way parties should be- not being afraid you're going to get your ass handed to you by someone you don't know. Luckily, I avoided the hangover... but came out with a huge-assed crush. There. I said it. Laugh all you want... bah, I'm pitiful ( ).Going to wrap it up here. Don't have too much else to write about- except I'm laughing at all the poor saps who have to go back to school tomorrow. SUCKERS! One love, One world, One life. Respect, star. "I don't have time for conflicting points of view..." - 5446 That's My Number/Ball and Chain by Sublime August 23 No Title Required...... because I don't think anyone actually cares to read the ramblings of I ( ). Oh well- I said it elsewhere, I was doing this for myself. So far so good I guess. Not much to write about lately. I went to a small "social get-together" last night. Only one word can be used to describe it: "Epic". I'm not going to go into details, but I'll tell you this: we slept in my car. Mmhmmm.. All I wanted to do in this entry though was to say that I finally understand this song- to a point. I mean, I've lived it. Corny.. but I just can't explain or try to describe it anymore. So here it is: All Summer Long by Kid Rock. (really likin' that Lynyrd Skynyrd thing they got going on in this tune )Just to let you know, I don't put random songs/videos on here; they usually have some significance towards the entry. Hope you're checkin' them out. These 3 here are a generalization of my summer. Kinda. In some ways. "I hope the night never ends.." - from "Badfish" by Sublime One love. Respect, star. August 18 CriminalIrie, star! Weekend is over- back to the grind of writing the blog ( ).This weekend was pretty interesting. As I said, I was hoping I would be able to check out Folk Fest, and I did. Matt, Butters, Jillanna, and I went Saturday night. We checked out the Scottish, Karpaty Ukrainian, Norwegian, and Irish pavillions. I thought it was pretty sweet all round, except I personally thought it would be a tad better had the pavillions all been in one area- not spread throughout the city. I finally got my hands on a Viking helmet. Butters finally got his hands on some Haggis. All was good. EXCEPT... My "punkish" appearance finally received some unwanted attention. At the Scottish pavillion, some random guy directed "What the hell is wrong with our youth today?" towards me. Some woman driving by as we made our way to the Irish pavillion had the nerve to roll her window down, and more or less call me a nazi. At first, I didn't really care. Then slowly, it just kinda sunk in. It was embarassing to have someone driving by you screaming that you're a nazi, and then having a bunch of people give you the Dirty Eye. When I had heard that's what the guy at the Scottish pavillion had said, at first I didn't care. Now, I wish I had gone and said something to him. I don't know what's wrong with our youth today: We go to Folk Fest to experience other cultures, different people. You know, we try to stay diverse- but in the end, you can hate a person all you want because they have red and blue hair, and wear a jacket promoting anti-fascism and displaying anti-war slogans. I'm not sure. You tell ME what's wrong with the youth today. BUT... A friend got me back on the right track out of my rut. He was saying he likes people to get the wrong view on him, because it only makes it easier to laugh at them later. True that. I guess it's better I had not retaliated directly towards him, because to everyone I tell this story to, it shows he attacked an innocent individual for their appearance. FOR SHAAAAAME ( )! You have to give a little respect to gain a little respect. He didn't give I and I any respect, but I can give him respect still. I can now answer his question though: Absolutely nothing. AS FOR THE WOMAN YELLING STUFF AT ME... It didn't make much sense. I'll post a picture of the patches I have on my jacket just so you can make your own judgements. All I can say to her is, think about what words you're throwing out your car window as you drive by me. She called me something along the lines of being a nazi- it felt like a punch to the stomach. If you personally know me, you'd know that "suspicions of me being a nazi" are what got me into counselling back in Grade 10. Also ironic, because that all spurred from the school being worried about my "reading material", because I had been reading about the Soviet Union (?). It's a strange world we live in. The parents of today raise their children to accept others for who they are. Not to exclude others because of their race, appearance, beliefs, or other traits- but these are the same parents who go out into public, see me, and can't stop looking over their shoulder constantly. I'm tired of being looked at like I'm a criminal. Last night when I got on the bus to come back home, the people I walked by shrunk in their seats and tried to not-sit by me. Do you think I'm going to cut your head off? No! The guy who got on the bus before me with his girlfriend actually turned around and thanked me for letting them get on before me. It wasn't really an audible thanks- more of an insecure one,- and he didn't even have the nerve to look me in the eye. Does my appearance scare people that much? As I said, I'm just tired of being viewed as a stain on society. I told someone last night: "Maybe I should just give it all up. Cut my hair. Dress in designer clothes. Find a really nice girl, marry her, and then beat the sh!t out of her every night. Have a boy and a girl that I live my failed aspirations through, who happen to get straight A's.. and smoke crack secretly. You know... be normal" I just want to live. I want to be who I want to be- but society keeps constantly telling me that who, or what, I am is wrong. Perhaps this is just my "Baptism by Fire", so to speak, to see what I've caused other people. As I said, I've said my fair share of stuff towards other people. No more. Apparently I was the butt of an ironic joke this weekend. Aside from that part of my weekend, I picked up some Dean Martin movies yesterday, and the Rat Pack with Ray Liotta and all them. I also got my hands on a video game which would make the likes of GTA IV break down and cry- Manhunt 2. You won't look at a flare-gun the same way ever again, let me tell you. Or a sugar-scythe. Or a sugar-packaging machine. Or.. well, a lot of things *shudder*. I also got my hands on Bob Marley's "Legend" album. I already had most of the songs off the album, but it's still great- I'm listening to it right now. Oh, and last night my mom told me my dad had lined a job up for me. Shovelling bins! I'm not complaining at all. I'm getting paid, and I'm working on our own farm. Also, my pup is getting a haircut today, and I gotta go pick him up sometime. I'll snap a pic of him later and throw it on here, just for your viewing, and possibly, giggling pleasure ( ). Anyways, I'm out. If you're reading this, I just want to leave you with one last thought: Think before you decide to make a quick judgement. You don't know who, or what, you're hurting. I'm not a nazi. Respect, star. You can make your own judgment now. August 15 Reppin' the Bus DepotIrie, star. First off, I'd like to open this blog with saying that my deepest sympathy goes out to the families and people of St. Brieux, Saskatchewan. Here I am, getting another entry out there. I'm presently sitting in the bus depot- with approximately half an hour before Matt will get off work- doing absolutely nothing. I guess I shouldn't say that.. Youtube and MSN are keeping me fairly entertained. Seriously though, this whole accident story is keeping my mind fairly preoccupied.. it's a great loss, and so close to home. Right down the highway that runs through Lake Lenore. Not good. As I said, my deepest sympathy goes out to the people effected by this tradgedy. In happier, less distraught news.. a random person in the bus depot came over and began talking to me about my mohawk. Apparently he liked it- and was intrigued by the bright red colour. He didn't think you could get colours like that for dye ( ). I then layed my entire history of mohawks on him. All in all, he was pretty cool. Somewhat better than the kid I ended up hanging out with last time I came into the city.. who enjoyed looking at porn on my laptop in the middle of the bus depot ( ). Considering we had the volume up at one point, I'm really surprised he didn't get caught, and my laptop didn't get confiscated. Whew. Speaking of the mohawk.. Mom figures it's time that I go my seperate way with it- just in time for school; just in time for Student ID card photos. To this I say: Nah suh. My hair is staying. Maybe she'd be more willing to let me keep it... IF I would wash it. Yup. I know exactly what you're thinking now. Yeah, the truth is: since I got it dyed red and blue, I haven't washed it- that's just a little over a month ago. When it's not rock hard with hair-spray or gel, it's oily as hell. Don't touch it. It's gross.. but it's started dreading up.. if you know what I mean ( ). Like, I mean.. what could be cooler than a mohawk comprised of dread-locks? That would be epic. Well, I'm going to wrap this up now. I atleast made an entry- hopefully this weekend will be fun. I'm hoping we can go check out Folk-Fest here in the city. Someone I know is lucky enough to be going to Crue Fest.. I'm slightly jealous. Teehee ( ). As I said about 2 or 3 times before: my sincerest thoughts are going out to the people of St. Brieux today.. then again, I guess one can't think that too many times- it's impossible to think it less. I'm out. Respect, star. August 14 I have nothing.Seriously, I'm scraping the pot. Just thought I'd get in another entry to keep up with the one-entry-atleast-per-day thing I got going here. In epically kick ass news, I actually felt like leaving the house today. My cold/plague should be gone by tomorrow I'm hoping. I actually drove out to the farm today, which was nice- although I didn't do anything. Why? I brought my pup out to the farm. Not such a bad thing- unless you got Spike the 50 pound border-collie, who tries to eat my pup, roaming the yard. Or even Spot, the other border-collie, who tries to... well.. impregnate my pup. Ew. So anyways, my dog started freakin' out, so I just decided to come back to town. Hooray- how arousing. I threw another video of utter stupidity on Youtube. If you search "Spaceman Butters in: "Attack of the Space-Dookie!"", you should be able to find it. Whilst I was going through pictures and videos on my camera (that's how I remembered the Spaceman Butters video we had recorded) I came across some other pictures I had taken. Would you like to take a gander at the hilarity? =} Oh, and this is for you, Olivia STAR: common term of affection, camaraderie Anyways. As I said before, I've still done nothing. I watched King of Queens and laughed my ass off- possibly the most I've laughed in a long time. So I'll see y'all later. Respect star. PS- I'm going to Saskatoon this weekend, so the One-entry-per-day might stop for a bit. Who knows. Maybe I'll cop one out while waiting for Matt and Butters to come pick me up from downtown. August 13 MirrorIrie, star! I am an Anarchist. I am a Brother. I am a Christian. I have never had a Date. I like watching Explosions. I can speak French. I am a Great-Uncle. I am a Human. I am Irish. I am a Juggalo. I wish I could speak Klingon. I am in love with Louisiana. I am a Micronationalist. I am a Nephew. I hope I never grow Old. I can play Piano. I am intrigued by Quantum Physics. I like looking at other Religions. I am a Son. I love The Iliad. I am an Uncle. I have a pen-pal from Hong Kong named Victoria. I love warm, sunny Weather. I can not stand the Xylophone. (teh lulz.) I was at one time... a ZYGOTE! Bahaha.. I did it! Honestly, that took me about half an hour to figure that list out- it wasn't easy, either. I was thinking of doing something like this for sometime, so I just needed to get it out of my system. I think I'm finally getting over this cold- my nose isn't plugged anymore, but it still feels like I swallowed a piece of sandpaper. Unfortunately, the weather outside sucks, so I'll probably just veg out on GTA IV some more... nothing really wrong with that ( ), but I still want to get out of the house and go see people, because really, I'm running out of stuff to write about. I'm still awaiting that phone call from the Recruiting Center.. I wish they'd call back already. I told Ethan about Winter Training, and hopefully he'll get his arse in gear and get his forms filled out- all the while secretly signing Matt up as well (bahaha.. we're evil). Seriously though, if ANYONE I knew were to sign up too, that'd be great.. I'm nervous about going this alone. Anyways, there's my ramblings for the day. Leave me a comment or something telling me what's up er something. Anything. I need socialization (  ).Off to Liberty City I go!- again.. August 12 DesertedIrie star! So, do you like it? I mean, do you like the new colours to my space? I thought I needed a change from the black, red, and dark purples of my old colour scheme- they seemed too angry. I designed this myself- it reminds me of the sun.. it makes me feel happy when I look at it. I asked about 30ish people last night if they liked the colours I had chosen, or if they burnt their eyes out the back of their skulls. I apparently have done a good job, seeing only 1 person actually didn't like my new colour scheme. Their reason? They didn't like warm colours. Okay, that's good and all- each to their own- but I want my blog to be a place of warmth, a place where what people read can make them happy. My old space was full of hate.. anger.. everything that this world already has too much of. I want my blog to be your blog as well. I added a guestbook to my page, so that whoever reads this can leave their own mark here.. and if they ever need someone to talk to, I can lend them my ear. As I said above, I want this to be your blog as well. Who or what makes you feel happy or at ease? For me, it's doing exactly this. I've fallen in love with my blog here... the colours cheer me up. As I said, they remind me of the sun- something we haven't exactly seen much of this summer. It makes me feel comfortable and warm, helping me to forget that I feel like utter crap from this cold that I've got. I like my music. My music always works to brighten my day. Right now I'm listening to Blind Melon- personally, Blind Melon and the cheery sunny colours here go hand in hand. So why the change? Why have I changed my blog from political and antisocial rants? The whole "change" kind of struck me about the same time I decided to quit drinking. I wanted to turn my life around, and become that happy person I once was. I lost that over the years, and became an angry and bitter person towards the world in general. I don't want my impression on the world to be one of anger or hate. As I've said now a couple times, the world has an abundance of those feelings at present. I've always told people I've wanted to change the world for the better.. be at the front-lines of this so called "Revolution". Well, here's my contribution, for the better. I want people to be able to read my blog and not feel negative towards themselves or others. I'm at the fore-front of another revolution. I'm writing from the viewpoint that looks past everyone else's political ideologies, or their sub-culture identities. I'm writing from the viewpoint that everyone is human, and that's all we'll ever be. As the saying goes, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. I finally get the meaning of this. Today I was getting annoyed at this cold, or whatever I have, but then I thought: had I not been sick, would I have put the time into rebuilding my page? Would I still be the angry person with the pessimistic outlook on the world? It's a point to ponder. One love, star. All respect. August 11 COUGHIrie, I kinda like this thing I got going on here- writing an entry everyday. It's relaxing at most. Unfortunately, I'm still sick. Still coughing. Still blowing boogers out of my nose region. Infected with the plague. I phoned the Recruiting Center back today and, alas, there was no one there. I'm really excited about this whole army thing. Hopefully they'll phone back soon! I had a really weird dream last night- on the bright side, it wasn't a dream about me still being in school and having to still write my final exams. Instead, I was going to Winnipeg with some trucker dude. Along the way we ran into homicidal mechanics, invisible people playing strip poker, a giant mechanical pteradactyl, and homicidal invisible people who had been playing strip poker. Yes, weird. The weirdest part is that this creation required no psychoactive stimulants, whatsoever! Haha, maybe I'm just screwed in the head. There's too much hate in the world. I think people should just be proud of who they are, ignore the people who give them shit, and not impose themselves upon others who they find different. Yeah, I've said my fair share of stuff against others.. namely Emos.. but what's the point? You only get one shot at life- why live a life consumed by a senseless hate? I'm just going to live my life as I am.. I'm tired of being on the front-lines of all these little sub-culture battles. I'm especially tired of Youtube.. the internet in general. Both are nothing but breeding grounds for Generation Hate. The world would probably be less.. "I'm-gonna-kill-you-if-you-talk-shit-about-me" if we'd put aside our differences, pull our heads out of our ignorant asses, and loved each other for being Human. If we abolish those who are different from us, we will live in nothing other but a "Perfect World" established on the foundations of ignorance and hate. One world. One life. One love. Respect, star. August 10 I an' I Jah, starOi! Mike. is. Sick. Oh yes- I'm being forced to swallow innumerable amounts of antibiotics because: a) Every five seconds it seems, I hack up a lung. b) The back of my throat is as Red as a Commie working diligently in the Kremlin. So, if you want to spare yourself from the plague, I'd avoid me by all costs because I AM a prick, and will probably try coughing on you.. or your food. BIOLOGICAL WARFARE! HAHA! Seriously though- I am probably pretty contagious. We figure it's leading up to strep.. again. Luckily though, during the long-assed wait for the doctor to come and check on me again, my mommy and I had a little "heart to heart". We actually discussed the Reserves, and at this point I'm just going to say that all system's are a-go for this plan. I'm kind of excited, kind of scared, for what basic training will be like. I mean, it wouldn't be that bad if someone else I knew was going along with me, but even then it gives me a chance to meet new people. Another worry that I have is all thanks to Full Metal Jacket.. and night-time raids with bars of soap hidden in regulation issue socks being used as a mace to PUNISH THE POOR RECRUIT FOR A WRONG-DOING OH TEH NOES! Lol. No, I'm not actually that worried about that happening, but what IF the other people I'm with take a hate to I and I- then I'm stuck with people who hate my skin for 2 months. Oh well. I'm doing this for myself, and no one else. In more interesting EPIC news, GUESS WHO BEAT GTA IV today!!! Was it me? You'd better bet your bottom dollar there, Sally (  ). My God- there has never been a video game with such an awe-inspiring ending like that one. Not only was the story-ending epically amazing, the cinematography was GREAT. I mean, 2 helicopters hurtling through the air directly towards the Statue of Liberty, followed by a massive shoot-out on Liberty Island. ALL THE WHILE A RASTA WHOM YOU CAN ONLY UNDERSTAND A TENTH OF WHAT HE SAYS IS PRESENT AS YOUR WINGMAN. The ending literally put shivers through me. It was great. Not just great, but epically great. With a capital Q. So great, that I can't actually even finish describing how great it was. The game in total, I felt, was too short.. and kind of repetitive, but still.. this game was great. I felt it was one of the more serious, down-to-earth titles from the series. I mean, I heard people complaining that the weapon sets weren't as good as the ones in previous titles- but this was meant to be realistic, and was to focus more on the story, rather than the grisly and grotesque ways of wiping out massive numbers of people. The game was well worth the hours of lost sleep I put into it- and I think if it had a pulse, which I'm slowly suspecting it just might, I would marry it. Oh yes. So that's my blah for the day. MY INSIGHT FOR THE DAY IS: Mr. Politician who poo-poos GTA IV, you have no flupping clue. Play it. You will shit your pants with EXTREME. Now go with Jah, Star. Come back when you want more. August 09 Don't Eat Batteries.Ahoy! Okie, so my first summer out of high school hasn't been as productive as I would have hoped. As of yet, I still cease to have a job, nor have I had a job. Luckily though, I got an unexpected phone call from the Army Recruiting Center in Saskatoon, asking if I was going to keep my application open- my answer? Of course! I'm just hoping that I'll be able to work this year's school schedule around the schedule of the Reserves. If I'm able to, I'll be going off for Winter training later on this year, which I actually think would be as much fun as it would be gruelling. I'm not too sure about what Winter training would mean exactly- in the sense I don't actually know when it would be, or where it is (for all I know, it's in Ontario or Quebec). I'm going to phone back Monday and tell them to definitely keep my application open, as I feel this time I'm actually going to go through with the process. As much as I want to go into this, Mom sits there and tries syking me out, by saying it'll be too much of a hassle with my university courses- to this, I say, no it won't. I can remember hearing the recruiter saying that, if a member of the Canadian Forces Reserves was enrolled in university, they would offer leniency to get your school work done or caught up. The only problem I'd have with going through with the Army, is that my beloved mohawk would have to die ( ); oh well, after I'm out of the Army I'll have earned my 6 ft. tall mohawk, haha. So that's how school and career are playing out for me now. Lovely =]About a week ago, possibly longer ago, I decided to stop drinking booze- not completely- but until I'm 19. Even when I hit 18, you won't find me in an Alberta bar- hell nah suh, I'll be in the nearest tattoo parlour getting some ink done. I'm not going to lie though, it's going to be hard pulling this off. I've become so accustomed to open drinking, that I've had to stop myself a couple times in the past week or two that I've decided to start "stopping" (play on words make me giggle ). Fortunately, I've had the will power to hold back, and hopefully this will be a goal I can accomplish. Speaking of tattoos, today I was lookin around on the beloved INTERWEBS for some Runic designs- kind of fitting for my Norse heritage, and at the same time Runes just kick ass. I saved the chart from the website I found. This be it: Ouch, the RES burns my eyes.. but I think you get the "picture" XD By superstition, you aren't even supposed to get some of these as tattoos, ie. Odin's Illusionary Rune. Personally, I'm not big on superstitions, but I believe there are some things you just don't screw with- Runes being one of them. Anyways, I'm going to wrap this blog up.. my brain has now been emptied of "Things That Comprise Mike's Life". Adios, homesizzles. |
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