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They were arguing at dinner over a camping convention. Something about the date they were leaving/coming back/whatever. So that explodes into World War III. Then they start arguing about this new purse that Mom got. It’s really expensive but it’s supposed to be healthy for your back, which is what she needs, considering she was getting sharp pains in her foot at the time, so she thought it’d be worth it and that she’d give it a try. So she buys it and was telling him about it and about the problems she was having yesterday and he starts freaking out saying that she keeps buying more and more of these things and that she has no reason to feel sad about the pain and stuff. So obviously, having not had to deal with the same pain she has for so long, he says the dumbest thing anyone could say: “It could be worse, I mean, look at your mother.”
Wow, Dad. Way to be a fucking winner. It’s been ten days since she died and you say that?
Needless to say, I spent most of my morning holding her and trying to make her feel better.
I hope he fucking breaks his arm or something.
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I think I’m actually clinically depressed. I don’t want to go to a doctor to find out.
Chris says I’m not failing at life, but that life is failing me. I only half believe him.
I can’t talk to my parents. Mom would look at it too objectively. Dad would just yell at me.
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Step 1: Put your music player on random.
Step 2: Post the first two lines (or so, some are hard) from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
1. She speaks to me in Persian, tells me that she loves me, the girl with golden eyes. (Girl With Golden Eyes – Craig)
2. Now I will tell you what I’ve done for you, 50,000 tears I’ve cried. (Going Under – Sarika)
3. Satan, you know where I lie, gently I go into that good night, all our lives get complicated, search for pleasure’s overrated.
4. Tell me what the rain knows, O are these the tears of ages that wash away the wolf’s way and leave not a trace of the day?
5. Tobidashita SUNIIKAA hito no nami ni sakarau you ni aruita can I come back? Dousureba yokatta darou?
6. Nobody knows who I really am, I’ve never felt this empty before and if I ever need someone to come along, who’s going to comfort me and keep me strong?
7. Where all the colors are ocean, the silent ocean knows your face, your reality. Haven’t been the same lately, wonder could it be lack of devotion?
8. Load up on guns, bring your friends, it’s fun to lose and to pretend. She’s overboard, myself assured, I know I know a dirty word. (Smells Like Teen Spirit – Shane)
9. If only you could watch me fall, I cannot feel it anymore- the soul you kept, the soul you adored; cannot feel you anymore ’cause you’ve run through me with destructive force.
10. Buy it, use it, break it, fix it, trash it, change it, (Mail) – upgrade it. (Technologic – Craig)
11. Garasu no naka ni uita boku no hitomi wa tada… kimi o miteta.
12. Tell me, tell me, is life just a playground? Figure the real deal, honey, and someone will always look out for you.
13. So glad to see you well, overcome them. Completely silent now with heaven’s help, you’ve cast your demons out. (The Noose – Craig)
14. There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea, you became the light on the dark side of me. Love remains a drug that’s the high and not the pill, but did you know that when it snows, my eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?
15. Otsego. Otsego. Otsego. Otsego go. (XD Sorry but… that is the first two lines)
16. Fire in the disco! Fire in the Taco Bell! Fire in the disco! Fire in the gates of Hell! Don’t you wanna know how we keep starting fires? (Danger! High Voltage! – Sarah)
17. I’ve been bitten by the bug and now I’m comin’ down with oh something that can’t be cured. There ain’t a doctor in this town who is more qualified than you, yeah to be so adored.
18. The world is a vampire sent to drain, secret destroyers, hold you up to the blaze and what do I get for my pain?
19. I can’t remember 1989, I can’t remember what you look like ’cause I was dimed, wasn’t the whole world at the time? (Sort of a Protest Song – Shane)
20. Sayin’ somethin’ ’bout the way that you don’t talk to us at all. And I don’t believe your protest, that you say you didn’t know how to even change a diaper or to teach me how to throw.
Okay… this one was long and might get confusing. The parts involving the castle and kingdom are not strangers; I have had dreams involving this particular… kingdom… before.
It all started with a linguistic anthropology test in a room I’ve never seen in our school before. It was a lecture hall… but off to the right of the room, there were separate desks kind of with a set of three stairs going through them. Down at the front of the room where the professor normally lectures, there was the kingdom.
The kingdom of my dreams is a cube-like thing. The actual kingdom, to us, would seem like… its inhabitants are really, really tiny people (tiny as in ants), but when the dream is from their point of view, the kingdom is massive and such. ANYWAY. On the top of this cube there is a little…. smaller cube tumor. This is the castle. The castle has the ability to lift off (kinda like the Terran buildings from Starcraft. lulz.). When it does that, it develops a spherical wall around it until it lands and resettles. The large cube itself, from the outside, looks like the walls are made of motherboards (this is the best way I can describe it; the surfaces look like some weird technological things with light paths included and everything).
Alright. Anyway, the kingdom is down at the front where the prof should be. Stephanie and I are sitting in the back row and we are among the last handful to finish our test. Apparently we both agreed that it was pretty easy. We turned our tests in and Stephanie left to go home (or something). I went to the right side of the room because for some reason my bag was over there. I was packing up when this guy, who I apparently met on Nexopia (and who I now realize is the guy who was working at Planet Lazer when we went on Tuesday), came up to me and was like “Bye.” I replied with, “Don’t I know you? You look familiar. OH RIGHT! I met you on Nexopia.” He said, “Yeah!” and we said our goodbyes. I packed up the rest of my things and left the school. As I was heading out to the parking lot (which was not our school’s parking lot; apparently the UBCO of my dreams is in its very own tiny little valley and there are green rolling hills on all sides of the school), I met up with the Planet Lazer guy again and we talked as we headed out to the parking lot. On the way, we ran into Cam, who was wearing his Zellers uniform and was heading out to the parking lot to meet his Oma so she could (I assume) take him home. I hugged him and he went off with his Oma.
It’s about here that my brain panned away from what I was doing and turned to the kingdom. Now, when I have dreams about this kingdom place, I am the king. Yes, I know, that’s weird, but… yeah. So it zoomed in on the kingdom and the king and there I was. The kingdom (I don’t know its name) had just finished some sort of conflict and was undergoing a time of peace and stuff (y’know what I mean). NOW. The large cube of the kingdom (the one that isn’t the castle) is… essentially, a giant indoor mall. It’s dark; the walls and ceilings and buildings are made of dark blue steel sheets and it’s massive. I’m not quite sure where people live, I’ve never seen anything, but I THINK they live in apartments in certain parts of the cube.
Anyway, the cube was pretty much desolate in the area that I was, I guess people were sleeping or something. I (aka, the king) was walking through the cube (which, by the way, the many “wings” of the mall-cube are connected by two tunnels- large ones where normal people walk through and smaller ones above those that, for some reason, only I walk through) and I stopped in at some clothing store that kind of makes me think of Garage at Orchard Park. So I was in there looking at the clothing, of course there didn’t have to be any tellers or anything ’cause I’m the king and I can do whatever I want. I walked around this little partition to the right so that I was between it and the glass display case where they display mannequins in clothing and stuff and I was looking at some empire-waisted bell-sleeved shirts of various pastel colors (I seem to remember yellow and pink) because I have a daughter and… I guess I’m looking at the tops as a present for her. Now, I have NO idea why, but while I was looking at the tops, Cam’s voice just kind of came out of nowhere- not so that king-me could hear it, king-me couldn’t hear it at all. In fact, I don’t even think Cam’s voice was in the same plane of existence. He was talking to me-me and was pointing out which shirts he liked better than others because apparently he really liked these shirts. All the me-me’s voice said was “I know you like those ones, honey.” (XD Wut?). After that, the plane of existence where Cam and me-me were talking disappeared and it was all about king-me again.
I ended up taking a couple of the tops and leaving the store. Then I took one of the normal tunnel-y paths and walked through a couple more areas until I was in a place that was waaaay more populated. People were up and about and shopping around and laughing and such. I guess I was an antisocial king ’cause once I reached the busy area I stopped taking the main tunnels and started taking my smaller, more convoluted tunnels above. Apparently my smaller tunnels had branches that led to other rooms and stuff that people didn’t know about. In fact, people just didn’t take my tunnel. It’s not that they didn’t know they were there, they’re there in plain sight. And it’s not that there was a law forbidding other people to take my tunnels, either. They just didn’t take them. Anyway, I went in one of my tunnels and took one of the branched paths and ended up in this very large room. I was standing at the entrance to a tunnel, peering down into the room and in this room, there was a giant mecha thing. It actually reminded me a lot of old school Transformers; it had a face like them and stuff. Anyway, it looked like it was in the middle of… booting up or whatever. It saw me and started freaking out and from what I understood, this mecha thing was bad and evil and apparently had something to do with whatever war or conflict was going on in the past kingdom scenarios.
So I saw this mecha, promptly got very angry/scared/bewildered-at-how-this-could-happen(-again?) and took off as it began to attack. Which was mostly it trying to grab me ’cause it was so massive. At this point, other mechanic things started… waking up or whatever and chasing me, along with these biological things that kind of looked like the bastard children of scrunts (see Lady in the Water) and weird, slightly humanoid…somethings with only two arms and instead of legs, a short, snake-like back end. I managed to run back to my castle, unable to help the people of my kingdom because the enemies were just too overwhelming. It turned out there were several giant mechas in similar rooms around the cube and thousands of scrunt-snake-things. My advisers and friends and such forced me to detach the castle from the cube, taking as many citizens as we could save. So, after gathering up as many people as we could inside the castle (which apparently had no problems finding room to accommodate so many people), it rose up in all its sphereness and started drifting away.
Going back to the classroom, as that is technically the “world” of this kingdom, the castle floated toward the desks off to the side with the three sets of stairs, which was the area where the harpy village was. Yes. Harpies. A harpy village. We landed near the center of the village and all the harpies welcomed us like pals. Which is funny ’cause they’re harpies. They tended to our dead and wounded and let us stay there as long as we needed.
For some reason, I remember a particular night where we sat around a fire and I was talking to a blind boy (who I assume was important in a past kingdom story arc; he seemed to be some sort of friend/companion/something). We discussed the devastation of losing the cube and possible ways of taking it back.
I woke up soon in the middle of this conversation.
TO BE CONTINUED? God, I hope so. It was so epic, you have no idea.
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Would you like to know how much I dislike Margaret Reeves’ section of Children’s Literature 212? Well, let’s have a look.
- It actually causes feelings of depression to afflict my soul. No, this isn’t an exaggeration. I think of this class and I ACTUALLY feel just a little bit less willing to live.
- I have not enjoyed a single one-and-a-half hour class that I have ever had to suffer sitting in the lecture theater as she smiles her demeaning and patronizing smile over the entire class, reinforcing her belief that she is right about everything and that even though we may suggest something, she will find some way to make it even slightly wrong.
- The fact that, even though this is children’s literature, we have yet to actually study what the course description SAYS we are supposed to be studying. Aka, she is turning this into her other British lit classes.
- Did I mention that we’re supposed to be studying fairy tales and such from different cultures and that she has yet to actually LEAVE Britain?
- Did I also mention that the term is HALF OVER?
- The fact that it has actually ruined my second year. I’ve been looking forward to this class since grade twelve, and ever since I started university I’d always say, “It’s okay, it’ll be worth it once I get to that class, it’ll be a real pick-me-up.” Funny how it’s making me hate life more.
- I can be having an amazing day and then I remember that I have to go to this class and my heart actually sinks a little. Seriously. I can FEEL the disappointment.
How much do I hate it? I’m actually considering not writing the first essay out of protest. But everyone knows that I will. Because I’m a fucking tool and I always get my shit done, no matter what.
Fuck. I hate myself.
Who do I hate more than myself?
Margaret Reeves for not realizing just how she is wasting the $500 I paid for that class.
Going to go paper cut my wrists with Demers now.
I only remember pieces of this one. I was at my old house in Colorado. Only instead of the park being behind my house, it was like it was when I moved there, only more extremely grown (so brown and green reeds and very tall grass and stuff – only in the dream, the grass was like 20ft. tall). Anyway, I was out behind my house, sitting in a black car reading a book. Except the car was kind of different and funky. It was like… a car turned into a covered couch. I was sitting in one of the seats and the trunk was coming up and over my head, and was split in two so I could lower each half differently however I wanted. Anyway. I was sitting there reading my book and like… all these creatures would randomly walk by. And then my dad came and told me that it was time to go ’cause we were going out for dinner.
I was at work and I had my pouch, radio and cell phone sitting on one of the aisle platforms. I looked away, then looked back, and my cell phone was gone. So I ran all over the store yelling to everyone that I lost my cell phone. I ran up to customer service and yelled again, asking if anyone had seen a cell phone with a leather case. This one guy whips my cell phone out of his pocket and I start yelling at him for stealing it, all the while he denies it. >.> I don’t know. Boring dream.
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* Pick fifteen of your favorite movies.
* Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
* Post them here for everyone to guess.
* Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
* NO Googling or using IMDb search functions.
In No Specific Order..
First of all, I’d like to thank whichever one of you donut-munching, barrel-assed, pud-pulling sissies leaked this to the press. That’s all we need now: some sensational story in the papers making these guys out to be superheroes, triumphing over evil. Let me squash the rumors right now: These two are not heroes. They’re just two ordinary men who were put in an extraordinary situation and just happened to come out on top. Yes, nothing from our far-reaching computer system has turned up diddly on these two. All we know is what we found out from the neighbors, and the general consensus is, they’re angels. But angels don’t kill. And we have two bodies in the morgue that look like they’ve been “serial-crushed by some huge friggin’ guy”.(The Boondock Saints – Stephanie)Here’s another curse for you – may all your bacon burn.(Howl’s Moving Castle – Stephanie)Okay, you’re out. On the condition that you never enter your daughter in a beauty pageant in the state of California, ever again. Ever.(Little Miss Sunshine – Tyler)
Yea, you just take Soupy-Sales to prom. I can think of so many cooler things to do that night. Like, you know what Bleek? I might pummus my feet, uh, I might go to Bren’s Unitarian Church, maybe get hit by a truck full of hot garbage juice, you know? Cause all those things, would be exponentially cooler than going to prom with you.(There were SO MANY quotes I could use for this movie. Like. Wow.) (Juno – Tyler)
Whoa, lady, I only speak two languages, English and bad English.(The Fifth Element – Stephanie)As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren’t any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick.(Stranger Than Fiction – Stephanie)Hello? 911 emergency. My car’s been stolen! I’m in pursuit! I need the whole squadron, bring everyone! No, no don’t ask any questions, my father’s the head of the neighbourhood watch!(Transformers – Stephanie)I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.(Monty Python and the Holy Grail – Stephanie)
- That’s not the point, Conrad. The point is that Towel Head and Camel Jockey are perfectly good substitutes.
Give the head back now? Come on, boy. Don’t be silly. Now, when the sun’s about to come up? Look! He’s a brainless, life-sucking god of death. At sunrise he’ll vanish like a bad dream.(Princess Mononoke – Craig)
- Immortals… they fail our king’s test. And a man who fancies himself a god feels a very human chill crawl up his spine.
Let’s get something straight, ok? There’s no “we”. There never was a “we”. In fact, without “me”, it wouldn’t even be a “you”!(Ice Age – Tyler)
The criminal you are looking for cannot be found at the bottom of the mountain; he resides at the top in a cave fortress where my companions are trying to detain him.(Hoodwinked! – Stephanie)Tell me what you cherish most. Give me the pleasure of taking it away.(Final Fantasy: Advent Children – Ice Age)Well, I wouldn’t argue that it wasn’t a no holds barred, adrenaline fueled thrill ride. But, there is no way you can perpetrate that amount of carnage and mayhem and not incur a considerable amount of paperwork.(Hot Fuzz – Craig)
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My grandma died today.
I didn’t know Gran Somerville as well as Granny (Chavda), but it still sucks.
This one’s kind of boring.
We got a Microecon assignment at the beginning of the week and I actually tried to do it to the best of my abilities and using my notes and everything. We handed it in yesterday and then for some reason or another, had class again today. I got 0/29. It wasn’t that I did everything completely wrong; the process in which I did things was correct and stuff, Ebby just doesn’t give part marks. So even though the work was right, he still marked it wrong. Then I started getting all upset because it’s the day after the drop date and I couldn’t drop the course anymore without getting an F.
Then I woke up.
See guys? Sometimes I have normal dreams.
