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September 15 Bored.Irie Jah!
Okay, so I'm just going to get a blog up here quickly before noon, and then I'm going to try getting ahead in Religious Studies, do some laundry, etc. Lately I've been thinking about getting back to the gym. Oh yes, there was actually a time when I was getting as fit as a flippin' ox, then I stopped going, and now I'm back to where I am. Now that I've actually got a lot of open time, before class and days when I don't have class, I shouldn't have a problem hauling my ass down there. Only problem, is that I don't like going there when there are other people there.. not sure why, but it seems everyone else feels the same (  ).Middle Lake freshie was alright. Just kinda sad how the general populace there was comprised of drug dealers. Shitson, THAT was interesting *rolls eyes*. Luckily for me, this week should go by smooth- made plans to hang out with Skye again this weekend (Friday and possibly Saturday).. seriously, she's the only thing that makes going through this school stuff easier. Thank you (  ). Next week we start having Geography labs in the morning at 9.. so therefore another day I have to wake up early (have to wake up early on Wednesday as well for a full day of school). Also, I found out that the guys up at Paintball Paradise can fix my 2 broken paintball markers.. so, if you ever want to come out paintballing sometime, but don't have a marker, I can lend you one. I'm thinking of buying another 9oz CO2 tank, and another mask.. that way if someone wanted to come out with us, I could just rent it to them and make a quick buck. Anyways, it's now lunchtime, so I'm going to wrap it up here. But, I'd like to end by saying: I think I'm truly, madly, deeply, completely, positively, insanely, in love (o.o)- and that's all you need to know ( ).Respect, star. September 12 Today's Movies Suck..Irie Jah, Really, they do. It seems as if Hollywood is scraping the bottom of the theoretical "Idea-pot", trying to come up with that one, great, epic movie. Sadly, my lack of funds keeps me back from flexing my "creativity" muscle by adding my own touch to the movie-biz. I mean, some of the stuff that goes on in my head sometimes could prove to be beneficial for making that Top of the Genre horror movie. In this blog, I welcome you to the twisted realms that lie beyond my skull, within the darkest regions of my brain. My first idea, which wouldn't actually require too much Coin to put together, is called "Horrific Medley". It will be a grisly documentation of a man's slow, horrific, descent into disturbing insanity. The whole movie will be set to classical music- one example of a song that I plan on using would be Mozart's "Ave Maria". The movie starts out showing someone resembling an Edgar Allan Poe nature, sitting alone, staring forward, blankly. The camera zooms in on his left eye (our right). The scene fades into a red-filter, in which would then play one of his grotesque nightmares. A figure is apparently in great pain, obviously screaming. Blood is soaking this figure (sort of reminiscent of the scene from "Carrie", when the character from the title is being drenched with pig's blood), all the while tearing chunks of flesh off of themself. This effect will be accomplished by using bread-dough with some makeup and other additives to resemble actual flesh. A sudden jolt of the man's mind takes you into a dungeon, possibly located in the man's basement. He has another person crudely restrained to a table. He then proceeds to butcher this person, while they are still alive. He cuts away at the person with a scalpal, and eventually disembowels the poor fellow, while he has a somewhat twisted intimate moment with the man's intestines. Once again, a very easy effect to achieve (panty-hose soaked in fake blood, which are stuffed with either newspapers or leaves). I'm going to stop explaining here, because if the chance were ever to arise to actually create this monstrosity... what surprises would there be left? All I know, is that it would be almost like the movie "Jacob's Ladder", except focussing more on the man's descent into his own horrific mind, and showcasing his hallucinations as well as his actions. My second idea, would be an Action/Horror movie, set within the final years of World War 2, in Germany. It would showcase a group of Devil's Brigade soldiers (early special forces made up of members from the Allied nations), who are sent deep into Germany to assault an enemy laboratory suspected of designing secret weapons. Upon arrival, the group of soldiers notices that the lab appears to already have been raided. They enter anyways, and find the place to be a horrific scene of blood, bullet holes, and human remains. From the basement, they hear some calls for help. They find a lone scientist locked up in a holding cell. He explains to the soldiers that the German's are afraid of losing the war, and are running short of man-power... so they've began experimenting with reanimating corpses in an attempt to create the new "Super Weapon". All in all, this movie would be your typical zombie-survival movie. The soldiers gather as much information as they can and begin to head back to their HQ, when they are suddenly overran with ranks of the undead. They hole up in the laboratory while trying to find a way out of the area. At the end of the movie, the nuclear explosion at Hiroshima is shown- and it is stated that the nuclear attack on Japan was only a great diversion, so that people wouldn't find out about what happened within the final days of the Third Reich. Although the dates don't exactly match up, and there is a slight Time Paradox, it could be done. For all we know, the governement could have told us that the war was over in Europe, when really it had just begun against another enemy- the Undead. Just imagine. If people were to watch my movies, the general population would be sporting straight-jackets for the rest of their lives. So, now you know what goes on in my head... but really, today's movies suck. Especially in the horror genre; it's the same regurgitated crap over and over and over and over again. Honestly, there are atleast 3 movies where if the character screams whilst in the presence of the antagonist, they die. "Darkness Falls", "Dead Silence", and I'm sure there's another one. Atleast my movies would toy with the human psyche, and make them ponder the human condition, and make them question if it is possible for a human mind to operate as such (atleast in the case of the first movie premise). George Romero, if you're reading this... your #1 fan hath spoken. Make him happy. Respect, star. September 09 I Went Back to School Today =OIrie-irie, star! I went back to the High School today for the first time since I left it, and it felt so comfortable.. almost as if I was back home after a long time away. I got to see some of my old teachers again, and some people I haven't seen over summer. It felt so right. Once again, not too much to write about today. I have a lot of reading I'm going to do for Religious Studies- tomorrow I begin Psychology, Sociology, and English, starting at 9 in the morning, ending at 7 in the evening. FIRETRUCK! Also, I'll be heading over to Middle Lake for guitar tonight- so last night I asked Skye if she'd want to maybe go to the cafe. She said sure, so that's pretty sweet. And finally, why do people feel the urge to vote NDP? I mean, they're National Socialists! What's that shortened, and in German? Nazis. Yes, if you vote NDP you're basically voting for Hitler. Don't believe me? Look into it then. Sorry about the political rant, but I mean, with a federal election coming up it's one of the things on my mind. This boy's voting Green, that's for sure. Also, I was talking to my friend last night, and she says she doesn't think she'll vote because she hasn't had much info on each party's platform. If this is the case for you dear reader (and Anne, if you be reading this, here's the site I was telling you about): http://www.ctv.ca/mini/election2004/static/issues/issues.html I'm not trying to force anyone to vote if they don't want to, but I'm just getting the info out there for the people who want to know what each party stands for. One love. Respect, star. September 08 It Makes Me Want to Hurl. Seriously.Irie, star. September 06 ...I've hit a rut- but I'll get over it eventually, all I need is time. Lost words and lost actions are all I've amounted to. My God, she was beautiful last night, and me being myself... didn't say anything. If you're reading this off Facebook right now, I'd suggest going to the original post on my blog to check the video I posted; sums a lot up right now. Respect, star. SkyeNuh Irie, star.. Tonight, I have a sinking feeling- and I just can't stop blaming myself for it. I just thought I'd explain it the best I could without much explanation. I get nervous around her. I'm afraid that I'll say something wrong, or "Mike-ish" and scare her off. Unfortunately, this only led me to not say anything, and the stuff I did ask her about has left me beating my head for being so.. I don't know. I would have gladly hung out more with her tonight, but I was up late the night before, so it's hard enough for me to keep myself awake- that, and I took her home because I thought I was boring the hell out of her. When I did take her home, I took the really long way around just so I could spend a couple extra minutes with her. I screwed up. Again. If you're reading this, I'll understand if you never want to hang out with me again. I'm not even going to try making any excuses anymore. I'm a bore. I don't deserve someone like you. I screwed up. Again. It's just that.. I don't know what to do- I just don't want to lose her. As corny as this whole blog is, I don't care. I want you all to know.. This is the girl I've had stuck in my head for about the past 2 weeks, and her name is the only name that crosses it every minute. I don't know what to do... Respect, star. September 04 Poli-tricks PART DEUXIrie star! Okay. So I'm an official Green Party of Canada convert. Oh yes- if you don't know anything about them, I suggest you look into them. If you're tired of the same old Conservative, NDP, or Liberal agendas, then I'm seriously suggesting you check out the Green Part of Canada. Sure, they want to impose a Carbon Tax, something I hate very much, but in order to balance that all the other taxes either get cut drastically or altogether. Nice. Not too much to really write about on this topic- but please, every time you check them out, you save an innocent puppy (  ). From what? Well, you probably don't want to know.. but to avoid the unthinkable, just check the Green Party out ( )! Today I started my very first University class: Religious Studies. All I can say, is that I think this class is going to be epically sweet. How do I know this? We already have a field trip planned out (  ). Yup, to a Sikh temple in Saskatoon. Not going to lie, but I'm tres excited! Last night when the power went out, I sat down with a flashlight and literally devoured my textbook for the class. I know I'm going to love it. And the prof is pretty extreme. Funny guy- gonna make the year so much easier. That's about all I had to write about. I get to hang out with Skye tomorrow, so that's pretty kick-ass. Not just pretty- VERY. EXTREMELY. VERY EPICALLY EXTREMELY KICK ASS ( ). Anyways, I'm out for now. One love. Respect, star. Green Party of Canada - Seriously, check them out. -Mike September 02 Poli-tricksIrie, star! So, if you be from Canada you are probably aware that we are on the verge of a fall federal election. Sure, one could look at it optimistically and say "We cannot move forward without change". Unfortunately the way I see it is a bit different: coming from a farming community, and knowing what the Federal Conservatives have done, and have been trying to do to the CWB (Canadian Wheat Board) is disheartening. I mean, I like the majority of their policies- such as increased funding to our Armed Forces, etc.- but to see them practically rape the land that my dad, our family, has put their sweat and blood into is what hurts the most. The Federal Conservatives have no regard for the small-time farmers. So, why not change? Because the other options have pretty much the same intent, but a different cover story. Stephane Dion's Liberals want to introduce their "green-tax", in hopes of cutting back on Canada's CO2 emissions- do you have any idea what this sort of tax would do to us farmers? We can barely scrape by on our own, and now they want to take away MORE money because they wish to combat an idea, which I personally do not believe in, called Global Warming. Don't even get me started on Jack Layton's NDP. I'm one of Canada's youth- whom they promise so much for in their agenda-, but let's be straight: look at Socialist economic policies. What are they!? I'm not sure, but I do believe I detect the scent of collective farms and a failed system of agriculture (look back at the agriculture of the USSR.) I don't know what their plans are for us farmers, so I can't actually say much about them. One party I haven't actually looked into is the Green Party. Green Party-Green Tax. Sounds similar. Similarly harmful to the majority of the residents of our province. As I said about the NDP, I'd have to look right into them before I make a 100% clear decision. As of yet, I am unsure of who I am going to vote for- heck, I might just sacrifice MY vote by writing myself on the ballot. No matter which party I look at, I see nothing but problems for the farmers of this country. It's a sad occupation though these days- most of our food is imported, thus there is a smaller need for the farmer. Although, perhaps this "green tax" proposed by the Liberals could somehow get us back to the days of the small family-operated farms that my siblings, father, and grandparents lived through. I'm just saying, I can't see any of these guys fulfilling any of my views. Sorry, Stephen, you had your run. Away from the politics. Tomorrow is Student Orientation at St. Pete's. Really, I actually have no clue what this is, other than they tell me where to be at what time, and what I'm expected to do, etc. etc. etc. Nothing more to really touch on there. As with every entry, I always try to incorporate a tune that corresponds with what I'm saying into what I write. This paragraph will hopefully try to accomplish that- what I have above is just some senseless ramblings that stuck in my mind, and I needed to get it out before my brain melted ( ).Life is a series of choices that we make. There is no predetermination, unless you know where the consequences of your choices will lead you to. No matter what you do, your choices will have some effect on the outcome your life- even just sitting around doing "nothing". Because of this, there has to be a greater reason why we're here. If you believe that we are actually just some chance-organism, lucky enough to be in a survivable environment, and the product of a Big Bang, then what is the point of your life? We were given the ability to Live- Life itself is the most powerful... tool... available to us. With our choices, which define our lives, we can help others around us, or even the entire world. Life is such a intricity, that we cannot duplicate it. Yes, we have the ability to clone- but although clones may function in a life-like manner, they have their flaws. It's a sad thought to think that in today's society, the most "civilized" nations would legalize abortion- mindlessly throwing away something in which we do not even have the power to create ourselves. Life is such an invaluable resource to the world- its power is endless. We were created for a much greater purpose- we just have to find out what our own individual purpose is. You can try making your own purpose, but your one true purpose on this planet will hit you suddenly and unexpectedly- you may not ever realize it. There is a higher power out there. This I know. Last night I watched a show on TV, I forget what it was called, but it was all about bullying in schools. These kids were talking about what it was like to be bullied throughout their school-life, and all I could think of was, "That's me." I can remember in Grade One, back when I was still on the bus, we got this new kid who was in Grade Six. At the time, I can remember that everyone was actually fairly friendly towards me. In one day.. one single day, this guy had the entire bus against me. I couldn't look forwards, back, or to the side without someone calling me gay, ugly, or fat. Besides that, I sat directly in front of this guy. To make matters worse, I can remember him constantly punching me, everywhere. Head, shoulder, arms. I was in Grade Two, and I had everyone I had grown up with suddenly turn on me. Yeah, you can say "Oh, we were just kids at the time"... but nuh.. I'm not going to take that. You can apologize all you want, even if you don't, what they did to me is still there. I was only in Grade Two and thinking thoughts that NO ONE should be thinking, EVER. You ruined my childhood. Yeah, I was faking sick a lot back then. Why? To avoid the Hell I had to sit through on that bus. Even the day after my Grandma died, I didn't even get any mercy from them. They didn't care- I was their toy, their pin-cushion. Finally, we moved into town in Grade 6 and I didn't have to ride that damned bus ever again. Unfortunately, these were the same people who happened to be on the baseball team, largely, not totally. It went from every day on the bus to something like every Tuesday and Thursday night- it was even worse because the coach was the same way to me. Man, that's gotta look pretty sweet- a 40 something year old guy treating a 12 year old kid like a piece of sh!t (I wasn't the only one he treated this way. It kind of carried over to my friend who stuck with me through all those years). That's all I want to say on that... kinda summed it up, but just so you know. You know what the sad part is though? These are the same people I see around town and at parties, and suddenly it's as if nothing happened. It happened, and I have an opinion on these people that I'll hold until the day I die. Anyways, just thought I'd throw my own story on here... the show brought up some memories. Not good ones, but atleast something to write for you. 5 years. Constantly. You know what? I'm not done yet... the really sad part is, is that eventually I started going along with what they were saying. I actually became one of them and started attacking myself. Nuh gun happen again, rasta. Nuh gun happen again. Although I have to say Thank You to these people. You made me who I am today, and I'm damn glad I didn't become the people you are. I'm the mohawked, spike-wearing, patch-clad punk wearing torn clothing and combat boots who strives to find peace among the people. I'm glad I didn't turn out normal, because to be "normal" you have to push the weaker ones under to hold up your bloody throne. Now you know. Just going to say, I find this blog-writing-thing to be almost... therapeutic. I never actually told anyone the whole story, nor how I felt about it. I just feel I needed to let it all out somewhere, and this just seemed like the right place and the right time. One love. Respect, star. FACEBOOK USERS: Remember to check out the original blog @ http://www.isaiah1421.spaces.live.com to experience my entries to the fullest. September 01 Should IIrie, star! Not much to write about again tonight, except some stuff I forgot to mention in last night's entry. This Thursday I begin my University classes, starting off first with Religious Studies. I'm actually pretty excited for this class in particular, because it covers a topic I'm actually fairly interested in. The excitement got me thinking about the novel "Life of Pi" which we read last year in Grade 12. Interesting stuff- if you haven't read it yet, I suggest you do. Even if you don't actually have a religious belief, this book will get in your head and make you think about life/the universe in general. On the topic of Religion: if you have me as a friend on Facebook, you may have noticed that I switched my beliefs from Christian-Lutheran to Rastafarian. I know what some of you are thinking now- "Oh my God, he's smoking the weed now"- and I assure you I'm not. Just to calm the people who just shat a brick right now, I'm going to explain why I made my decision. Rastafarianism, or more respectfully "Rastafari", does not solely revolve around reggae music, weed, and Bob Marley. Instead, it's the belief that Jesus has come back throughout the history of the world reincarnate to help liberate His people, hence the status given to Haile Selassie I. Rastafari believe that Jesus came back as Haile Selassie I (pronounced as the letter, not the number- I'll explain later) to liberate Ethiopia (also, will explain the significance of this later) from the forces of evil (you must remember Haile Selassie was present at the time of the Italian invasion during the Second World War). The Rastafari belief is that Ethiopia is Zion (Heaven) on Earth. God is referred to as "Jah", or "I" (hence Haile Selassie "I"). Another belief is that God, or Jah, resides in every human being. When one refers to themselves, they say "I and I", to refer to their physical selves and their spiritual counterpart. Although I said before Rastafari is far more than just Bob Marley, that is only half so. Bob Marley was born to a mother of African descent, and a father of Anglo-Saxon descent. He is seen as an influential prophet to the Movement, because he is seen as a "bridge" between the two cultures. Marijuana, or "ganja", is seen as a spiritual herb- ALTHOUGH some followers of the Rastafari Movement choose not to use it, as they feel it clouds the mind (I'm one of these people). Rastafari is not a centralized religion, therefore the followers can choose how they wish to express or follow their beliefs, so to speak. Some may follow a strictly vegen diet, while others will follow no diet at all. Since the belief is that Jah resides in all of us, there is no need for churches- anywhere can be used as an area of praise. Basically, the followers are not bound to one set of ways to celebrate their beliefs. I'm not sure what else I was going to touch on in the paragraph above. I just want to close that paragraph up with saying that it truly is a beautiful "religion"- and should not be overlooked. It is quite interesting when one looks into it. All that remains is to say that it could be considered a branch of Christianity, like Catholocism, and Protestant churches. The Rastafari movement believes that God created all, and that Jesus is the saviour of the world. As I said, I don't know what else to write about it- I'm just writing off the top of my head. I'm sure there's more to it, but that's for you to look into. Why did I choose Rastafari? Because it parallels my beliefs. Personally, I don't see the significance of the Church itself (although I still view it with respect). If God is already in all of us, then why do we have to go to a single building to celebrate that fact? God is everywhere, therefore everywhere is a "church". It's a religion (actually called a "movement") of peace and acceptance. There is a myth that you have to be of African descent to be considered a Rasta- this is false. Anyone can be accepted into it (remember, Bob Marley was Milato). Although it is a peaceful religion (like the Amish, Buddhists, etc.) it is often attacked for taking the Bible out of context to make it say what the followers want it to say- but really, couldn't this be said for a lot of religions? Just sayin'.. Anyways, enough on religion for now! This was not an impulsive decision either. This has been a decision that has stuck with me for about 2 years now. And now, I really have nothing more to write about ( ). Mainly, I just wanted to expand on why I changed to Rastafarianism. It's not a gimmick, it's not meant to be funny. It's what I believe. One love. Respect, star. FACEBOOK USERS: Remember to check out the original blog @ http://www.isaiah1421.spaces.live.com to experience my entries to the fullest. Oh, and Skye.. if you're reading this, you're teh awesome =} teehee. 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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