Girls

Yo ho ho, and a happy fuckin' New Years to you. Unless you don't celebrate holidays based on spatial time. In which case, happy everybody's getting wasted day. You fuckin' heard me.

I'm so tired...It's...'bout quarter to twelve at the moment. I haven't slept in about thirty-six hours now, and it's rather interesting. The higher functions of my brain have shut off. I'm quite literally going on instincts here. It's crazy...Especially since I tend to overcomplicate things. Every little thing needs to be carefully planned, and executed perfectly.

So many New Year's Eve parties going on right now...And the only one I was invited was at Jared's church, and I couldn't get a ride. So what did I do instead? Why, I played through the entire game of Ratchet and Clank: Up Your Arsenal. FUCK YOU, DR. NEFARIOUS! He's the main bad guy in the game...Yeah, it's a purposefully cheesy name. I ownz0red him. Rockz0red his sockz0rs. And such. Twice, just today. I beat the game normally, and then I went through it all again, in a New Game Plus type deal, with all the guns I had when I finished the game, harder enemies (WAY harder), and more upgrades available for my weapons. Three, four hours, and I was through again, kicking villian ass.

And I've finally come up with the perfect tactic for Growlanser! It took some research, on the net, but I found a gem called 'dispell', which gives a chance to cancel enemy spells. This is hella-good, and I'm going to see if they can stack, so I can have more than one gem per character, thus increasing the chances of cancelling the attack. Yeah. We'll see, folks. We'll fuckin' see. I've been stuck on the level for ages...

You know what pisses me off? I'm rarely ever invited to parties. I hear all this great stuff about parties, and I don't get to go to them. The only parties I regularly attend are Mitch's LAN parties, which is pretty sad, as I can't bring my computer, but still. SlipperyChicken, Pete, and the rest of the gang are just awesome to hang around. Two of the guys that were there, Jack and...Geez, I don't know how to spell his name...I think it was...Kajel? Pronounced Cage-el. That looks cool...RP-ish...They were playing OLD SCHOOL games. Fucking awesome. I'm talking ORIGINAL Heroes of Might and Magic. Hell yeah!

And...It's now officially the new year. Doesn't feel any different. Nobody in my family actually said Happy New Years, but it was implied from the silence. Yep. Good old silence.

I downloaded some Beastie Boys. Slippery had some on his computer, made me want to listen to it again. If I didn't already have a theme song, 'Girls', by the Beastie Boys would have to be it. But I have The Nate Song. It still needs lyrics, though...Hahahaha, at the party, James and I wrote a song to the tune of Money about how Scott's mom is a whore. It was fun, 'cause Scott was really drunk and couldn't stop us. Good times were had by all. 'cept Scott. But he doesn't count. :D

I think I'm probably gonna go to bed soon...There's nothing to do here. But at least my New Year's Eve didn't suck raw ass like last year...I had even -less- to do then. No good games to play, no parties, no nothin'.

I dunno, I was somewhat depressed earlier today, but then I called my girlfriend. Just talking to her on the phone cheered me up pretty good. And for those of you who know me, you know that's not easy, lol. There are very few things that aren't video games that are capable of cheering me up when I'm depressed. But yeah. I've actually had a pretty fucking awesome week this week. Last week was kinda dull, nothing much happened. Hung out at Rick's a lot. But this week...Jared came over, we watched Napoleon Dynamite, Wrath of Khan, then the LotR marathon, then a day to like...recover :P, then Mitch's LAN, then New Year's Eve. But I really am pretty fucking tired. I don't even know how I managed to beat Ratchet and Clank again...By the end, my mind wasn't taking in what was happening on the screen, my fingers were just going by themselves, dodging, killing, switching weapons. It was pretty cool. Clearly, I am l33t. I say it like that, not 1337 or anything, in honour of great teacher Largo, of MegaTokyo. He's so cool. He's like...my idol now.

I should plot revenge against all of my friends that went to parties tonight. :) That sounds like fun...Oh, very much fun...Teach everybody to be doing something more fun the me, sitting here typing, alone. Bastards! I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE! YOU'LL RUE THE DAY YOU CROSSED THE PATH OF KATARON!

I think I'm going to declare myself 'Shogun'. It sounds so damn cool. Like...King...but...Japanese. Everything's better in Japanese. Then instead of saying...

"Nobody fucks with the king!"

I can say...

"Nobody fucks with...THE SHOGUN!"

People would like...run and hide and shit. 'cause I'm so scary. Plus, I'm crazy now. Limits and such I had before? Gone. If I find something entertaining, I'll fucking do it, I don't care anymore. Life is a fucking game, that's it. Everybody takes it so fucking seriously. I was starting to get stressed out over the future and shit, so now, I don't have to worry about that. Because in video games, that kinda shit always works out, based on the choices you make now. I figure if I have a KUH-RAZY present, I'll most likely have a KUH-RAZY future. And that sounds somewhat entertaining.

You know, if you're reading this, I suggest you stop right now and forget everything you just read. This is the yammerings of a crazy man, wired on caffeine, and deprived of sleep. WHERE IS MY FUCKING TECHNO MUSIC?!?!?! Fucking right you're there in the list. Bi-atch.

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BEHOLD THE ANSI FACE! He needs not eyes, nor any other facial features! He is blank! And blank he shall remain! Now, pay tribute to the face! He accepts credit cards. And pie. But no pennies. I swear to God, if you try to give him any pennies...He'll fuck you up. Seriously. This guy is fucking SCARY. He has no face. He could be staring at you, for all you know, and you have no idea! *eery noise*

Goddamn New Year's Eve parties. I feel so left out. But I won't feel left out after I've had sweet, sweet revenge. Revenge fixes everything. Everything. But if you get revenge on revenge, then you're just pushing it. Unless you're me, in which case, you forgot what you did to deserve said revenge, so it seems like an all new attack. This excuse only works on me, though. 'cause I'm the Shogun.

I miss my girlfriend. She's the only reason I'm looking forward to going back to school. I'll get to see her every day again. Huzzah! And I have to give her the Christmas Present...I really hope she likes it. Yeah. For those of you that don't know what I got her, I'll post it on Monday, after I've given it to her. No fun if she knows what it is. Yep.

I think I'ma go to bed soon...Sleep sounds good right about now. Of course, that makes tomorrow the last day I can stay up late...I'm gonna have to make the best of it.

And blergh, I have projects that I conveniently neglected until now that I need to do. One is already late, and will be pushed off until as long as possible, as I don't care, and the other, I have -no- idea when I present for it...Or even what I'm supposed to have. Basically, I know my topic is Gay and Lesbian support...When mentioned at the LAN party, it was suggested that I download lesbian porn for 'research'. I love being a guy. We're like...supposed to be dirty perverts and such. It's fun. No need for excuses. I'm a guy, what the fuck else do you expect from me? Guys that AREN'T perverts are just repressing it. Deep down, they're just as perverted as I am. Personally, I blame my dad. 'cause of him, I was introduced to porn at a VERY young age, just 'cause he keeps it around the house. That, and that fact that he is also a dirty pervert, and being my father, was my main role model for a period of time. And thus, it's not my fault I'm a pervert. Yep.

I'm gonna start carrying around a notepad that I got for Christmas. I'll write shit in there, and not show anybody. Make people think I'm writing secret shit, maybe things about them and such. And really, I'd just be jotting down what to bitch about on my beloved blog that night.

You know what's a fun part about not sleeping much? Your mind wanders, you think about weird shit, you don't need to link one thing to another. I was thinking about my girlfriend, and then I wondered what it was that she was looking for in this relationship. You know, love, friendship...other stuff..., all that shit. Then I wondered what I was looking for in this relationship. What the fuck AM I looking for? I think part of what I want is to know that there's somebody out there that cares about me. I know Jared cares about me, but thinking about that is just...well, kinda creepy. And friends will say they care about me, but in all honesty, I don't believe them. You can spout that nonsense all you want, doesn't mean I'm gonna believe what you say. That's just the low self-esteem thing right there, but I can't believe that people care about me. Hell, I can hardly believe people even like me, and want to be my friend. What the fuck is wrong with you people? Haven't you noticed how much of an ass I am?! I mean, honestly. I'm not worthy of the friendship of any of you. And don't think I'm saying this just because I'm depressed or something tonight, this is how I ALWAYS think. I'm no more depressed at the moment than I am at any other time. Well, maybe even less so, as I still have the talking with my girlfriend earlier on my mind.

It pisses me off when people stress about how they look. Especially if they only look at the negatives.

OH GOD, I HAVE A TINY, TINY PIMPLE! I MUST COMMIT SEPPUKU, IT IS THE ONLY HONOURABLE THING TO DO!
*stabs sword through chest*

I imagine that's something along the lines of how it goes. Suck it up, goddamn it. So what if you're ugly? So what if you've got a fucking pimple? Deal with it. I've probably got the lowest self-esteem of everybody I know, but it doesn't bother me one goddamn bit. It doesn't interfere with anything. In fact, it makes me less likely to do that crazy shit that people do to try to look good. I'm ugly, I'm resigned to that, I don't fucking care. And not just that, I'm also dumb. I don't care. Dumb, ugly, out of shape, I could go on, but I'm too fucking tired. Do these things interfere with my life? Hell no, so don't let them interfere with yours, goddamn it. Next time somebody starts talking about their acne, I'ma bitch-slap them. Get some fucking oxy, stop your bitching.

Self esteem if a very interesting thing...Some people, whom you think would have it, don't. And some who you think don't, do...It's pretty fucked up. But it just annoys me when people who ARE good looking and all that, keep bitching about how they're fat and shit. You're not fat, goddamn it. I'll bitch-slap you, too. I'm probably gonna have to bitch-slap a bunch of people on Monday...Just seems like the thing to do.

Well, it's already ten to one...I should probably go to bed. But...I'm still here, interestingly enough. I should have gone to bed a while ago. Hell, I should have gone to bed like...ten fucking hours ago. But I didn't, I stayed up. What did I do? Nothing. Just stayed up for the point of staying up.

Do I have anything else I want to bitch about and get off my chest before it explodes, killing everybody around me in a ten mile radius? Not sure...Oh, One more thing.

Midgets scare the crap out of me. I mean, honestly. They're just fucked up. Stubby little arms...stubby little fingers...The thought of them touching me, urgh. That's why they all need to die. Let's look at the midget fantasy races. Okay, you've got your halflings. They tend to be thieves, because they're so small and such. You can't fucking trust a thief. Therefore, any halfling you see should be killed on sight. Then you've got dwarves. Same thing, except they're alcoholics instead of thieves. Goddamn alcoholics. Have you ever heard of a dwarf that didn't drink? No, because they don't exist. Every goddamn one of them is a drunk. When they don't have access to alcohol, they brew it themselves. In their metal caps. With piss. And that's why Dwarves should be killed on sight. There's probably some more midget fantasy races that should be killed on sight, but I want to stop thinking about them now.

But one last midget related thing...You know what'd disgusting? Dwarf Women. I tried to convince people on World of Warcraft that Dwarf Women don't really exist. They're just too damn ugly to possibly be. I DISBELIEVE!

I'm going to start saying that more...I'll claim that things I dislike are illusions, and I'll attempt to disbelieve them out of existance, 'cause you can do that while playing D&D, if you encounter illusions. I DISBELIEVE!

Anyways...It's about one, it's time for me to go to bed. Well, I'm quite a few hours late, but better late then never! Remember, if you got drunk tonight, I lost respect for you, and you should be ashamed of yourself, you goddamn booze-hound. Same with drugs. *nods*

But yeah.

Until next time,
I'ma da freakin' Pope. Nobody fucks with da Pope. Da Pope is gonna bust a cap on yo heathen ass, motha-fucka.
~Kataron (SHOGUN!)

One Girl Army

Hey hey. It's 6:30 in the morning, and I'm fucking bored. I'm on somebody else's computer now, so yeah. The one I was using before decided to fuck up and not install the files we wanted. And the ones that DID get installed didn't work right. But this is what happens with computers....BAH!

Still have no current plans for New Year's Eve. I guess I won't be pulling an all nighter, though. Already am now...Two would be bad. I also have some projects I need to work on...Bleh. Fuck 'em, I'll work on them after New Year's Eve, and sleep. Sleep is always good. Why do people insist on sleeping at these things? This is a LAN, these people are nerds, they should be accustomed to functioning without sleep, dammit. The only people still awake are myself and some guy watching anime on his computer. Naruto, if I'm not mistaken. And I'm never mistaken.

Well, I never technically got around to playing any games at this here LAN. 'cept for when I took over for Pete for a few rounds of Day of Defeat. Other than that, it was just watching, and hanging out. Fun stuff, though. Got to hang out with SlipperyChicken and Pete. They're an interesting pair. Odd senses of humour. But yeah. I'm writing a blog entry, because I can think of no better way to pass the time. It's either this, or MegaTokyo...And I can't remember what strip I'm on with that. So I'm doing this.

I fucking hate memories. I'm fairly certain I mentioned this in my previous post, but things that happened tonight reminded me of Eva. Why are painful memories so hard to forget, while the good ones fade away? It shouldn't be like that, dammit. But, alas, it is. It all just hurts. I wish it would all go away, and I could just rest in peace. But that won't happen. 'cause that would be too easy. Can't have things the easy way, can we, kiddies? No sir!

I hate alcohol. James tried to get me drunk tonight. Didn't work. I don't care what people say, alcohol fucks you up, I'm not going to get into that shit, and I have very little respect for people that drink. Even if you drink for the taste, it still fucks you up, people. I can't stand the thought of losing control like that. If you're not in control of yourself, then what the fuck good are you? Fools tell me that alcohol doesn't fuck them up, that they drink responsibly, that nothing bad will happen. Just don't ask me for any fucking sympathy when you have one drink too many, and do something you can't take back. You could end up in the arms of somebody you shouldn't be. You could say something that is best left secret. You can totally fuck up friendships. Or worse yet, you could try to drive, or get in the car with somebody else that's drunk. Just don't ever come to me for sympathy. You won't find any here. You'll just have lost respect. And don't you goddamn complain about your fucking hangover. If you can't deal with that, don't fucking drink. Just don't bitch about it.

And to everybody that plans on drinking tonight, whether just a bit, or getting completely drunk, congratulations. I've lost respect for you. Unfortunately, this covers so many people, it's disgusting.

I'm sick and fucking tired of people that try and make me drink. It's not going to happen. Why would I want to lose control of myself, make an ass of myself, get sick, and not remember the next day? WHERE IS THE FUCKING APPEAL IN THAT? Don't tell me not to knock it until I try it. My dad's an alcoholic, I've been around drinking all my life. And not just him, friends too. I've known people to fuck up, sometimes very badly.

And drugs. That's just fucking stupid. You're gonna mess your system up even more with these addictive and expensive substances? Well, you're smart. I've already got one addiction under my belt, I don't need anything else. Drugs piss me off even more than booze. Why are you fucking up your body like that, developing these addictions? Yeah, I know what it's like. I've been addicted to caffeine for many, many years. Why would you do that for the buzz it gives you? I don't really get it. Even marijuana and stuff, you people say it's natural, but it is illegal. Are you willing to go to jail just to get your buzz? Fine, fuck yourself up, get caught, go to jail, fuck up your future. But once again, expect no sympathy here.

New Year's Eve really pisses me off. Just people drinking and making fools of themselves. Oh, joyous joy of joys. It also makes me lose a lot of respect for a lot of people.

Until next time,
You have a right to fuck up your own life. Just be careful that you don't fuck up the lives of others. Oh, and don't piss me off.
~Kataron

Loves Comes Again

Teeheehee. That sounded dirty. Yes, I think of sexual things even when the word 'love' is in it. I'm -that- fucked up. Wanna fight about it? Well, I'm currently at the LAN I mentioned the other night. I was afraid I wouldn't get to post tonight, but I managed to get onto the computer of a buddy of mine to do it. Yep. Good times.

This -should- have started a new paragraph, but I'm not entirely certain that it did. If it didn't, I apologize, and I'll edit the post when I get home. But yeah. I love trance music. It makes me want to go to a rave of some sort. Except I wouldn't like the drinking and drug use that would quite evidently be going on at such a thing. I blame the french.

You know what pisses me off, folks? Stupid people. I know, this is a VERY broad subject to cover, but please bear with me. I'd like to talk about people that make STUPID FUCKING MISUNDERSTANDINGS. Things so dumb that you want to hit them until they bleed. And people that just clearly don't understand simple concepts. If you cheat on somebody, the relationship IS going to end. It's just going to happen. If you don't understand this, you should be hit with a large fish. Things that have happened tonight have reminded me of my ex-girlfriend, and I just plain don't like thinking about her. I'm trying to forget, I'm trying to move on. Why must people make it so fucking difficult?

But oh well. Life's just a game. And yes, Jared, this means I'm going to see what interesting responses people have to me. I'm going to try all sorts of new things to people. I'm crazy now. My old motto used to be 'I'm not crazy', but now I've moved past that, I'm willing to accept the craziness of myself, and the whole fucking world. EVERYTHING IS CRAZINESS. Don't even try to argue, lest I smite you. Trust me, you don't want me to smite you. I smite a lot of people...In my mine. I should bring that to reality. What would be the best way to smite somebody in real life? It'd have to be something seemingly...holy. Wrath of God style. Lightning and shit. How can one control the forces of nature themselves? This is something I'll have to have my miniature scientists look into.

I'm currently writing this stuff in a text-based browser..It's very interesting. Kinda fun, too. But yeah. Sleep is for the weak, I tell you. THE WEAK AND THE HUMAN. I don't intend to sleep tonight, and I have another two litres of Coke that will assist me in my task. I shall be victorious, and defeat sleep itself! What's that? Mad, you say? YES! MOST DEFINATELY! But that's not a bad thing, is it? I am a God, I tell you. A GOD. Don't argue. I'm crazy. I have no logic, I need no logic. Life is a game. I just need to figure out how to activate God Mode. I love my blog. ooo...It just got darker in here. Mood lighting, baby. Mood lighting.

You know what's a fun topic? SEX. Say it with me, folks! Seeeeeeeeeeeeex. Yep. Good times. Well, I assume it makes for good times, otherwise people wouldn't be doing it as much. But who knows, maybe this is just another one of this big-ass conspiracies. I don't know how it feels, how do I even know if it's good? It's like how I don't know if anybody else really exists. I can't know their thoughts, if they even have them. I can't know whether or not they -truly- exist. Yep.
Ewwww. People are going to sleep. I hate sleep. Sleep is a waste of goddamn time. But how am I going to entertain myself during my endevour in sleeplessness? It won't be easy, I tell you...People, for whatever reason, don't seem to like loud music and the sound of typing whilst they're trying to slumber. Bastards, I tell you. They're all bastards.

Anyways...This is about as long as this post is gonna get...It's late. If I manage to get on later, and are completely devoid of anything better to do, I may spend a few hours ranting and raving and carrying on. All that good shit that my readers expect of me. But yeah.

Until next time,
And that's why I'm afraid of bananas.
~Kataron

Instrumental

Okay, so I'm not technically listening to a song called Instrumental. I'm not listening to any music at all. The lights...I don't even know how to correctly describe what it is that I'm seeing right now. Patterns...Can't make them out...But...Patterns...Light and dark. White and black. Patterns.

As you can probably tell, I'm pretty fucked up right now. Whether it's the lack of sleep over the past few days, or the two litres of Coca-Cola, I'm not quite sure. Maybe it's the hundred or so MegaTokyo strips I just finished...The patterns get weirder when I go to that page. Here, they're....Well, they're harder to see. Moving, though...Always moving.

You might like to know how I plan on losing my mind. I'm quite entertained by it. I've decided to stop regarding reality as a reality. It will be nothing more than a game to me. Spawn points, pick-ups. NPC's. Other characters. A game, man. Life is just a fucking game. Great graphics, though. Yeah.

What if? What if life really IS a game? What if we're not living at all? How the fuck do we know? We don't. We assume. We play our lives out, assuming they're all important, assuming all of these things. I fucking hate assumptions. Why do we assume things? Assumptions, presumptions. WHY do we make them? Do we have that little bit of knowledge that nobody else has? No, you don't. But whether or not you like to admit it, when you see that person walking with the bright purple hair, nose piercings, and all that shit, you make presumptions about them. DON'T YOU GODDAMN LIE TO ME AND SAY YOU DON'T. If you say that, you're full of shit. Fucking FULL of shit. You make presumptions. You think you know something. You don't. You might have a lucky guess, but you don't know shit.

Life is a fucking game, man. A gaaaaaame. Look at the sims. That was life. That was life, in a very simple form. What if that's all we are? WHAT IF?!

Whoa...God. What if this 'God' is the player? We're all just pawns in his big fucking Sim game...Did the sims think they were acting of their own free will? What if...What if we're just being controlled? Everything done is for the entertainment of a higher power? And when we play that game, what are we doing, but playing God? I RENOUNCE REALITY! I DISBELIEVE! I DISBELIEVE AND I WALK OFF THE FUCKING CLIFF! (err...D&D joke...)

I'm not fucking crazy. But life is just a game. What's the point in thinking otherwise? Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. I need to cut back on the caffeine. What the fuck am I saying? BLASPHEMY! Coke goooooood. I'd better bring a few litres to Mitch's LAN tomorrow. I'm just there for Air Hockey and shit, though. No compy for me. I usually get distracted and wander off, though. And last time I HAD a compy, it just fucked up.

If I'm going to see life as a game, I'm going all out. I also want to develop a conscience. And an anti-conscience. Maybe just a really cool conscience like Largo has...It's a hampster with wings, it told him to download more pr0n. And it says 'squ33k'. How fucking cool is THAT?!

Why am I still awake? Why? I'm fucking tired. Why haven't I gone to bed? WHY?! Why is everything moving...? Why are the lights playing tricks on me? Why...why do I feel so...alone?

The feeling reaches my very core...It's such a cold feeling...Life, love, friendship, happiness, what does it all mean? Is it even real? Life is pain. Anybody saying differently is selling something. Love...love is dropping your guard. Your guard should never be dropped. Friendship...What is a friend, really? Why do so many consider me one, when I do not consider them one? How does a friendship die after one incident? How can you claim to be a friend with somebody that you don't care about? Happiness...Happiness is bullshit. Happiness is found in bottles with 'Coca-Cola' on the side. THAT'S WHEN I'M HAPPY. I can barely even understand my feelings anymore. I want to just hide my feelings from everyone. What does it matter to them? Why should they care how I feel inside? They don't need to know. That sounds good...I'll mix up my feelings. Laugh when I'm sad, smile as my heart is breaking, and never let anybody see the real me. Doesn't that sound nice, kids? Would anybody even notice?

I hate it when people ask me if I'm all right, if I'm feeling okay. Anybody that knows me knows that I am NEVER all right. I've never ONCE felt okay. There isn't a single moment when there isn't some sort of emotional turmoil RAGING ON inside me. Don't ask me what's wrong. Ask me what's right, it takes less time to answer. Nothing is all right, folks. That's the nature of existance.

Like I said, I'm very fucked up right now. It wouldn't be a bad idea to just ignore everything I've said this evening. For you have no idea what this all means to me. You have no idea how I feel inside. And you know what amuses me? You never will.

Until next time,
Mock not the shadows. For they are there when you are alone. They are there whilst you are vulnerable. They know your secrets. They know your strengths, your weaknesses. They are eternal.
~Kataron

It's not unusual

Whoa. It's been two days since I updated on here...Sorry folks, I know I promised I'd have an extra-long update last night, but I ended up having a Lord of the Rings marathon at Mitch's. Huzzah! We were up until 4am finishing the movies. It was almost 12 hours of LotR. AWESOME. But, needless to say, I'm very tired. Jared spent the night here on Monday night, which was quite fun. He and I ended up staying up until 3am talking about stuff, until my dad came down and told us to go to bed. We normally sleep downstairs when he stays over, but my parents wouldn't let us, 'cause it was too cold. Psh. We wouldn't have cared. But yeah, 3am. Good times. Swappin' manly stories. Well...I'm the only one WITH any manly stories, but you get the point. It's always fun staying up late and talking. Especially since, when we stay up late, everybody else has gone to bed, so we can talk about ANYTHING. That's always fun. See, we don't have any secrets from each other. Unless he's been hiding things from me. But if he has, I'll kill him :)

I totally OWNZORED Jared at Ratchet and Clank. But then again, I do OWN the game, and have beaten the prequel. He never stood a chance. I got the sniper rifle and kept shooting him before he had a chance to do anything. Muahahahahahaha! I kept singing about being 1337. Good times.

We each had a rather...Interesting story to tell to each other. I won't go into detail on either, for privacy's sake. Not mine, mind you. I don't give a flying fuck about my privacy on here. I'll say whatever the fuck I want, and whoever reads it, fine. I am uncensored! Unless it's to protect the privacy of somebody I care about. Yep.

I miss my girlfriend. I still haven't seen her since the Friday that school ended. Now the Christmas Break is almost over, and we haven't seen each other once...Bah. But I've managed to keep myself pretty damn busy. Especially now...Yeesh. Last week, had the up all night WoW party, then Christmas, then Jared came over on Monday, we watched Wrath of Khan and Napoleon Dynamite over at Mitch's, then yesterday, LotR marathon, and tomorrow, Mitch is having a LAN party, where some people from Toronto might be coming in. Cool people, even. I don't have a good computer, but I'm still going to go. If I can get enough caffeine in me, I can have a great time. Especially if SlipperyChicken and Pete show up. Those two are HILARIOUS. I'm pretty sure arch is coming in, too. He's really cool. Then after that, Rick's going to be back, with WoW, and it's like...His birthday. His party's going to be...next weekend, I think. Not this one. But yeah. Oh....And there's New Year's Eve. I have no idea what I'm doing for that. No idea whatsoever. I might go to Jared's church party dealy or something, but I'm really not sure.

I just hope that this New Year's Eve is better than that of last year...blech. I had the worst New Year's Eve EVER. Well, for me, anyways. I even tried to go to bed before midnight, but my dad wouldn't let me. I wasn't invited to any parties, I had nothing to do. And there were a few parties going on. But I have this thing, unless I'm specifically invited to a party, I figure I'm not wanted, and don't attend. Part of my obsessive compulsive, it bugs the crap out of me to go to something I'm not specifically invited to. But yeah. I've heard other people talking about other New Year's Eve parties, but I haven't been invited to any of them. We'll see what happens.

You know what pisses me off? Those miserable people that work at stores and restaraunts. Would it kill you to fucking smile? You act as if the whole fucking world is on your shoulders, because you have to do a little work. SUCK IT UP, GODDAMN IT! You get PAID for it! I have to bring in wood and shit around here all the time, I get no extra money for it. But haven't you ever heard of the phrase 'Service With A Smile'? No? THERE YOU GO, I JUST SAID IT! So shut the fuck up, quit your goddam bitching, and stop making your customers miserable for making you WORK FOR YOUR FUCKING MONEY. Don't try and make people feel guilty for wanting the services for which they're paying you for. Don't you hate that? It's like they blame you for having to do the work. It's as if you're not paying them, that they're just doing it out of the goodness of their hearts, and they're sick of it. You have that much of a problem with it? Quit your fucking job. Stop bitching about it and just fucking quit. Then die.

Hahahahahaha. SlipperyChicken has the last little speech that Neo gives at the end of the first Matrix movie as his answering machine message :p Good times.

Maaaaaan. I'm running on fumes right now. Didn't get enough sleep AT ALL. I always wake up a lot in the night...It's really, really annoying. I try to get enough sleep, but I rarely do. I blame the French.

Man...Some of the extended stuff in Return of the King is INCREDIBLE! The voice of Sauron is SO fucking creepy. That huge grin of his....*shudder* And the physics orc! You know the one. He stood there while the trebuchet launched a giant rock at him, and moved at the last second. He was doing physics in his head, to figure it out. He was in it more. And the Witch King had an anti-climactic face-off with Gandalf, that REALLY surprised me. Man...I can't believe I never noticed the result of it. I won't TELL what happened, so it can be a surprise if any of you see it. If anybody wants to see it, I have a copy, people can borrow it...But I may ask if I can watch it with you :p It's a great movie. And if anybody wants to have a marathon, just give me a ring! Mitch is ripping my DVD's onto his computer at the moment. And James seems to have misplaced my extended Two Towers, but he's either going to find it, or replace it. So if anybody wants an extended Marathon, I'll have all of them back sometime soon. Huzzah! But I'll need to be in attendance for any marathons involving my movies, because I love them so. But be warned...It's almost 12 hours. Break for food, and it easily goes over that. Easily.

But yeah. It was pretty freakin' awesome. Jared tried to rape me a few times, though. But then again, who can blame him? I stopped him, sacked him more than a few times, and I got punched in the jaw at one point. Hurt, but it woke me up. Which is good, 'cause I was falling asleep. Jared and I kept poking Eric and stuff, it's always entertaining. And I kept making sexual comments about everybody. I was trying to convince the others that when two people were in a shot, and you couldn't see their hands, or below their waist, somebody was getting a handjob. That's a very entertaining word. Handjob. Especially when compared to the term blowjob. Doesn't completely make sense, does it? I mean, you use your hand for a handjob. But you don't use a 'blow' for a blowjob. In fact, it's mostly sucking, which is the opposite of blowing...I dunno.

My eyes hurt. I should probably bathe today, too. I need to find a new book to read in the bath, I'm almost done my Frank Herbert book...I want to get Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Maybe the library has it. I shall have to look into that. Yep. I need to read it, I really do.

What's so great about New Year's Eve, anyway? Why do people insist on getting drunk for it? If you look at all holidays, this is the second-most holiday where alcohol is consumed, second to St. Patrick's day. But that holiday is JUST for drinking. So why do people insist on ringing in the new year by getting smashed? I don't get it. I think people just use it as an excuse. If you're that pathetic, why bother with an excuse? Honestly. Alcohol just pisses me off. People get drunk, they...do things, things they wouldn't normally do. Why do people fuck themselves up like that? I've known people to do things they really regretted while they were drunk. I won't name names, but one case was very bad. *sigh* That's why I never drink. I've never gotten drunk, and I don't want to. Plus, my dad's an alcoholic. No way in hell I want to end up like him.

Man...I can't wait until I get a new computer. My dad has a couple full months of work lined up, I'm going to be getting a new one soon. I'm fucking psyched, man. I'm going to get such a sweet computer...DVD CD/RW...Tons of hard drive space....Pretty much top of the line graphics cards and whatnot...Well, top of the line, then down one. I'm also gonna get a kick-ass case. One I can be proud of. With flashy lights. Something I can bring to LAN parties and say 'Yeah, that's mine'. But I think I might need a new name for it...The computer I have now, his name is Felix...But Felix is getting old...Might still be in use, though, after we get a new one. Not sure. If we're not going to use it, I'm probably gonna put the hard drive into the new one, so I can have two, just to keep Felix's memory alive. Literally...lol.

Maybe I should go claim my turn on the PS2...I haven't played since I whooped Jared's sorry ass at Ratchet and Clank on Monday night. Good times...

You know what freaks me out? Love. Such a powerful emotion. It can make you do some pretty stupid things. Like staying with somebody after they've cheated on you, giving them chance after chance to fix things, while they don't take it. It leaves you so...so...vulnerable. Be careful who you fall in love with, kiddies. You want somebody who'll respect you, and love you back. Somebody you can trust not to stab you in the back. But love can find you where you least expect it. Always be ready. On your guard. Don't let it sneak up on you, for God's sake! If it comes when you don't want it to, always keep a knife on hand. You can stop anything if you have a big enough knife. Isn't my advice awesome?! Yeah, I know it is! People should pay me for my advice. Yep. Actually, I do give pretty good advice...I've had people come to me a lot for advice. I'm very empathetic, is what I am. But...I've turned evil. So it's not always good to come to Nate for advice.

I've decided that I'm going to go insane. I'm going to treat real life like a giant video game.

But more on that tonight ^_~

Until next time,
I need velvet undergarments.
~Kataron

Underworld Theme

We need to stop them before it's too late.

The zombies are coming! THE ZOMBIES ARE COMING!

I've...ahh...been reading MegaTokyo a lot today. That is a DAMN fine webcomic.

www.megatokyo.com

Great site.

But yeah, one of the main characters seems obsessed with stopping the undead scourge. I figure it's up to me to take up the fight here, and stop them before the kill us all. Now, as such, I need weapons, lots of weapons. A base of command. And an enemy to fight. By that, I mean that I'm going to appoint a random person at school of being either king or queen of the zombies, depending on their gender. Now, I'm hoping it won't be Vero, because I can hardly fight the queen of the zombies if I'm DATING her...Even if I tried, she'd use her feminine charms on me, and I would be rendered powerless. Of course, if it came to that, I'd still try...Then, if I failed, Rion has offered to kill both myself, and her. Hopefully, that would stop the spread of zombies for now. But yes. I need weapons to fight the zombies...And other undead, too. I need sharpened sticks, silver bullets, and holy water.

This won't be a long post...I want to read more MegaTokyo. There also won't be a long post tomorrow, as Jared will be here...But I promise an extra long post the day after! I'll talk about what will have happened tomorrow, and the next day.

Tomorrow, I plan on having Jared over to watch Wrath of Khan, and then Napoleon Dynamite. The next day, we might have the LotR marathon at Mitch's. I'm PSYCHED. But yeah. More MegaTokyo now...I've read 270 of them today. There's...400 something. Yeah.

Until next time,
'Shhh....If we don't move, he can't see us.' 'You know, I'm standing right here. I can see AND hear you.' 'Shhhh. You can't hear us.'
~Kataron

Nintendo Crew - Super Mario Bros. Techno

Merry Christmas, bitches.

I've had a surprisingly good day. I was kinda pissy in the morning, 'cause I was really freakin' tired. But then I started feeling happier. Got two new shirts...Both button shirts, one white and kinda checkered...Almost plaid, but without the red. The other is just black. But nice. I also got some new pants. Yay pants! Cords, this time. Only pair of cords I own. And they go GREAT with the new coat I got as well. Almost an exact match in colour. That was all the clothing I got...As much as I sorely need it. For games, I just got one. Ratchet and Clank: Up Your Arsenal. It's awesome. I also got the new special extended RotK. w00t! MARATHON AT MITCH'S! :D:D:D:D

I'm PSYCHED for that. It'll be awesome. Now, where was I? Ah...What else did I get? Oh, that Dilbert calender. But I mentioned that the other night. Ummm...I got this cool metal thing, advertising Coke. It looks so cool. Oh, and a SpongeBob poster. I fucking love that sponge. What else...uhh...This is hard...lol. It's been three minutes since I finished that sentence, and I can't remember what else I got. OH! A new discman! It looks AWESOME!!! So thin...And shiny! :D

My old one broke after it fell out of my pocket and onto the pavement three times. *sigh* I'll miss it. But this one is awesome. I just need to find that MP3 CD that Mitch burned for me RIGHT before my discman broke...WAIT. Jared has it. I think. Yes! He does! Bastard. Oh well, I can get it back when he visits on Monday. Huzzah!

I've been getting along with my brother disturbingly well today...We normally bicker, argue, and kick each other in the nuts. The kicking in the nuts still happened (ouch), but we haven't been arguing. He got the new Metal Gear game, and it looks pretty cool. I don't like stealth games and the like, but I think I might actually give this one a try. He also got Star Wars: Battlefront. Fun game. He and I OWNED the goddamn rebels. THE EMPIRE HAS CONQUERED THE GALAXY! Yeah. We played a bunch of maps, taking on rebels on different planets. He'd been playing for like...an hour, more, and after I got on, it took me one round to figure out the controls, tactics and all that, and I got more kills than him in every match after. I tend to stick with the sniper. Sniper's good, in most levels. But once the enemies get within a certain range, you're screwed. Yep. But that's okay, 'cause then I respawn and get revenge. HORRIBLY PAINFUL REVENGE ON ALL. Muahahahahahaha. Or I pick a stormtrooper. Well, I do that if there isn't much space for long-range combat where I died, and would be going back to, or if the base I respawn at is being attacked...There's also the heavy class, with the rocket launcher, but I can't stand them. Too...slow. There's the pilot class, but I just stick with sniper. Yep. Goddamn wookies.

Anyways...I ended up going over to my Aunt and Uncle's house twice today. First, we went to say Merry Christmas, get gifts, give gifts, and all that good stuff. I got $100 from them. I don't think I've ever had a $100 bill before...I'm quite pleased with myself. Yep. Plus, I got the gift that I was supposed to get last year. Apparently, my aunt loses one gift EVERY year. Last year, it was my turn. But I got it now. A music box type thing, but without the box. One of those Coke polar bears goes around in a little circle, carting a bunch of bottles of coke, and there's music. Good stuff.

I love my new discman...So sleek...So shiny...I could have gotten an MP3 player, but I wanted this. It has one of those dealies that let you control everything without touching the actual discman. It connects into the headphone jack, and the headphones connect into IT. It's cool.

I think I might call my girlfriend now, as Sarah gave me her phone number in a comment on the previous post....Thanks again, Sarah! :D

-----------------Some time later-----------------

Well, that was quite entertaining. It was good to hear her voice again. ^_^ She just hasn't been on-line much. Damn, that girl is always busy, lol. Hopefully she'll be able to find time for me before school starts again. Reminded me that I have projects to do...Bleh. But oh well. I can do them. I told her I got her a present, and of course, she didn't get me one :p What'd I tell you? I expect presents from NO-ONE. That way I'm never disappointed when I don't get one. And it's even BETTER when I do. Good system, huh? Yep. I don't care at all that she didn't get me something. It was good enough just to hear her voice again. I'm just a hopeless romantic like that. Yep.

Moving on...I'm really not sure what else to say. I kinda want to play some more Ratchet and Clank...Yeah. But I'ma wait until Jared goes off-line, 'cause I haven't gotten to talk to him much lately. But yeah, nothing else to rant about at the moment. Maybe later tonight :p

Until next time,
Hydrolics are the most important parts of fish.
~Kataron

Ask DNA

I know this guy....Let's just call him....Well, Stan. Yes...Stan will work. He can get you ANYTHING you want. Anything. All you have to do is give him something very...important to you. But it's totally worth it. You could get money, or...power...or...a donut. Think about it.

The sleepover last night was pretty freakin' awesome. We did nothing but play World of Warcraft and make fun of each other. Good times. The thing above is an adaptation of something Rick said, I just thought it was funny, and I'm trying to...mix up the openings of the blog entries, so they're not just...Howdy or some other generic greeting. They've gotta have meaning! SUBSTANCE!

So, I'm told it's Christmas Eve. Huzzah. Note the lack of an exclamation mark there, signifying that the comment was 'sarcasm'.

For those of you unfamiliar with this word, go to this website. Heck, go anyway, the way most of you bastards talk, you could use a touch-up with the English language.

http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=Sarcasm

Why the fuck can't people use grammar while playing on-line games? Is there some sort of rule AGAINST it? I mean, even when I'm in a battle, fighting somebody and getting my ass kicked, I'll still use grammar. And punctuation. But most of the people? Nope. Now, I can understand that, to some extent, on on-line games...Not everybody is as much of a grammar nazi as Jared and I are, and hence slang terms are used. But when you're talking on MSN, or just writing something on a forum, you're not in a hurry. See, there's this little button that you press while you type letters, which capitalizes them. You use these 'capitalizations' to start sentences. Yes, I know, it's confusing. But it's only polite. Also, whenever you use the term 'I', meaning yourself, you need to capitalize the letter 'i'. This also goes when saying things like...'I'll', 'I'd', 'I'm'. See how this works? Now, just because you've learned the intricate art of the shift button, don't overdo it. When you use all caps, that signifies that you're yelling. Now, yelling is just impolite, and shouldn't be used without a specific purpose, and pissing somebody off doesn't count. Also, punctuation in general. There are these crazy things called commas, and apostrophes. You use a comma when you want to have a break in the sentence, like here, for example. Having a statement between two comments, like this one, makes it seem that the comment is part of a seperate line of thought, and should be viewed as such. A sidenote, if you will. Commas also let people know when to breathe. Now, this may not be important to you, but it is to some people. If people send me emails without using grammar, I will either correct it and send it back, bitch at the person, or block the email address. Oh, that's another use of commas. They seperate ideas, when using a list. You can, using commas, make an entire list take up only one sentence. One, two, three, four. Much nicer than four individual sentences, don't you think? Well, it doesn't matter what you think. I'm right. And then we've got apostrophes. Apostrophes can be used for quoting, although they aren't generally used for that purpose. They are mostly used to shorten words, to save space. If you cut them out, to try to save additional space, or the time it takes you to write one character, then you deserve to be slapped. Apostrophes already shorten words. Observe.

Why, they are doing exactly what the laws of science said that they can not!

Why, they're doing exactly what the laws of science said they can't! Cool!

I even added another word, and it was still less characters than the one where I typed out the whole word. See how that works, folks? These are rules to live by, people. This also goes for people that comment on this blog, although the number of people that do that seem to be severely diminishing...But yes, if you're going to comment, use grammar. Or else.

Moving on....

I don't particularly like Christmas. It's such a commercial holiday. It's all about the gifts, who buys the nicest gifts, who gives the nicest gifts, how much it all costs, all that bullshit. It's also about spending time with your family. I'm against both the commercialism of the holiday, and the fact that it encourages spending time with one's family. I don't particularly like my family. My brother is insane. My dad is...Well, he's my dad. He's a dirty old man. My mom's good...But then relatives come over. I have this one uncle...He's completely insane. And deaf. He can't hear anything we say. One of the memories I have of him that most sticks out is a few years ago, we were playing around, and he started twisting my arm. I tried to tell him to stop, but he couldn't hear me. Of course he couldn't, he's deaf...He twisted it to the point that I was in tears. And he couldn't hear it. I rushed off right after, I don't think he even knew that it had happened.

But yeah. I don't like my family very much. I have plenty of opportunities to spend time with my family, but I avoid them. I stay in my room, I go on the computer, I hang out with friends. This is just another opportunity, that's more difficult to pass up.

I remember...I remember when Christmas was a huge deal to me. I remember when I couldn't get to sleep the night before, because I was so goddamn excited. I remember when gifts were cheaper. Now, what do we get? Video games and stuff, that cost a lot. When we were kids, we'd get two or three times as many things, all toys, and actions figures, and lego, and all that good stuff. Last I counted, there were eight gifts under the tree for me. When I was a kid, I'd have up to twenty, all sorts of little lego sets, books, cheap action figures. But now...And I have to find gifts for other people. I'm not good with gifts. I found the perfect thing for Jared, but I just stumbled across it. I found something great for Vero, but I had to spent ages thinking about what I'd get her. I got a nice necklace and pair of earrings for my mom, without putting too much thought into it. For my dad...He never wants anything for Christmas anymore. It's become something where the little things that we used to make, things that came from the heart, just don't cut it anymore. Home-made decorations? No thanks, but you can spend fifteen dollars on one. Bah.

I've come to just not expect much anymore. I found something for Jared, I found something for Vero, I don't expect anything back from either of them. Jared, he doesn't have any money, it's hard for him to get stuff. I know he'll get me something, and I know he will have put a bunch of thought into it, and I'll like it. I know that, but I don't expect it. I don't buy gifts for people unless they're very important to me, and not many people are. I don't expect anything from any of my friends, my girlfriend, and hell, it hadn't even occured to me until now that my relatives usually get me stuff. I hadn't thought about that at all. I was surprised when James got me a gift. I'd love to have gotten something for him, but I have no idea what to get. So I paid for his ticket to the Christmas Assembly on the last day of school, and he said we were even. He got me an old 'Wrath of Khan' DVD. I still haven't watched it, I'm waiting until Monday when Jared can come in.

I think my dinner's ready...I'ma minimize this window and finish this post later.

mmmm....Home-made perogies...Apparently, it's the new Christmas tradition. Or so says my dad. He'll forget by next year, I bet. Oh well. Maybe Ethan will remember. Or better yet, maybe I'll have moved out by then. Jared and I will be able to make our own Christmas traditions...Video Games, a virtual tree, and a menacing lawn gnome dressed as an elf. Smells like Christmas to me.

It's now officially been one week since I've seen or heard from my girlfriend. I...err...lost her number. I had both her home number and her cell number written on a sheet...Sheet gone. And I haven't seen her on-line at all...Kinda sad. But...If I can see her just once over the Christmas Break, it will have been worth the wait. I hope she likes the present(s) I got her...I need to wrap what I got her...And I need to wrap what I got Jared...No hurry on either of those though, I haven't heard from Vero in a week, and I won't see Jared 'til Monday. Monday will be fun. But Rick's going to be gone, so we can't play World of Warcraft. KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!

You know what's creepy? When people recognize you. There was a girl at the mall today that recognized me. She used to go to the youth group I go to. Like...over a year ago, before the current leader even started working there. She was...a friend of the sister of the guy that used to run it. Yeah. I didn't recognize her when I saw her at the mall today, but apparently, she recognized me. Ha, I just remembered that her name is Veronica, just like my girlfriend. 'cept my girlfriend is much more attractive, and all around better ;) (note the sucking up).

I'm so fucking tired...Two hours of sleep. And many hours of World of Warcraft...Good times. Got my blacksmithing level up, got a skill that lets me bring people back from the dead. But by the time we stopped, I was too tired to use tactics or strategies...So I just rushed the enemies. They teamed up on my and killed me, over, and over, and over again. Goddamn Defias Thugs. I'll have my revenge, you hear me?! I'LL HAVE MY REVENGE! But, on the bright side, I got my blacksmithing to the point where I can make stuff that's too good for me to even use at my current level. I'm THAT good of a blacksmith. I like to give stuff away. I've given away a bunch of bracers, some pants, some vests, and even this one really fancy chain mail vest, with enhancements to stamina...I like to give my stuff to people and then stalk them. Yeah, I'm that much of a weirdo. Wanna fight about it? OWWWW!!! You win.

Tiiiiiiiiired...I should have some more Coke...That's always good. I guess I won't be staying up too late tonight...Oh well, at least I'll be able to stay up late tomorrow night. Then I need to get plenty of sleep on Sunday night...'cause Jared's coming over on Monday, and spending the night. I've mentioned this a few times before, but we have the most interesting conversations late at night. I'm going to try to spark a good old theological discussion. I tried to have one with Eric, but it just didn't work. We spoke of faith, of meanings in life, of 'God's plan'. But Eric just couldn't explain it to me right. His mind doesn't work like mine, it's not scientific enough. Jared, on the other hand...THAT should make for a good debate. I remember talking to Eric about my whole thing about certainty...How NOTHING is certain. Whether you say you know something or not, whether you say that you KNOW that God exists, NOTHING IS CERTAIN. Nothing! I was telling Eric how we could go outside, and the sky would be pink, and gravity would be GONE. Or how Rick would come out of the bathroom and be a supermodel. A female one. It could happen, man. How, you ask? That's just it, it's impossible to know! The variables are infinite! Hence, ANYTHING could happen.

But yeah...I don't want to get into that again...I rant about that enough.

Having a conversation entirely in emotes is fun. On trillian, if you type '/me', then you get a command where it says your screen name, and whatever follows the '/me'.

Example.

'/me is the world's sexiest man.'

=

'Kataron is the world's sexiest man.'

Fun, huh? That's how you use emotes on IRC, as well. But I won't get into that.

I wonder how late I'll manage to stay up tonight...Well, I got two hours of sleep last night, so probably not much. I went to bed around....6, 7 am...Didn't get up until 9, when Eric got up. Everything is strange when you're deprived of sleep. Surreal. It's fun.

Have you ever had that feeling...Where you wake up from a dream, but it seems so...so real? You wake up, and you have that one moment of panic, when you realize that something is horribly, horribly wrong. Then...It goes away, dismissing it as having been a dream. But what if this is the dream world? Hell, what if we're all just the figments of somebody's dream? Maybe...A child in a coma, just to make things dramatic. What if we're all just in the mind of this comatose child? What if he wakes up, what happens to us? Do we just cease to exist? So many questions...Another such question, how the fuck do I know that any of you really exist? What if I'm the only real person here, and nothing else is real? I can't read the minds of others, I can't tell whether they operate like mine...I can't tell if they operate at all; if they even exist! That's one of the ones that bugs me on a very frequent basis...I can't tell if anybody thinks like I do. Maybe they're different. Maybe I am. So confusing.

Well, I just got to open one gift. It's customary in my family to open one gift on Christmas Eve. A teaser, if you will. This time, my parents picked out the ones we got to open. I got to open a Dilbert Calender. I love Dilbert. So funny. And quite often, it makes you think, as well. The unwashed masses wouldn't always understand it. Good stuff.

Man...Nobody comments on my blog anymore. My past three or four entries have gone uncommented...It's rather depressing. I thought I had people reading it, but I'm not entirely sure now. Bah. I want to go play video games.

Until next time,
Malachite for all!
~Kataron

Suckerpunch

They're all suckerpunching me, Get in line for a wedgie
All I want, and all I need, Is someone who believes in me

etc.

etc.

Good song. Anywho, this is going to be a very short post...Filler, as it were. I'm going to spend the night at Rick's house, playing World of Warcraft until dawn. HUZZAH!

I found a gift for Vero, too. But it's only half of what I need...I was supposed to go into Guelph today and do some shopping, but the weather was a bitch, so we didn't. But there's a store next-door to me that has some pretty good stuff, plus The Gecko down the street. Between them, some good stuff was found by both Eric and Myself. Aye. And Rick's mom offered to give us a ride into Guelph tomorrow, so I should be able to pick up the other half of my gift for Vero. I also need to find something for that damn dirty brother of mine...Meh.

Anywho, it's probably my turn by now on WoW, so I figure I should be heading over to Rick's...Unless they all fall asleep and I get left alone with the computer, this'll be the only post for my blog for tonight...But yeah.

Until next time,
SHOTGUN! 'kay....
~Kataron

Chapter the First.

Edvin awoke with a start. His science teacher was standing over him glaring icily at him, with his long ruler in hand.

"How nice of you to join us for our lesson, Mr. Edvin." The teacher said mockingly.

"What’d I miss, Mr. S?" Edvin asked, putting the most innocent look he knew on his face.

"Only the food chain and Trophic levels, which will now, because of you, be on a test when the class returns after the long weekend." the purveyor of knowledge replied, issuing a sort of mental challenge. Little did he know that Edvin had gotten bored earlier and quenched his boredom by reading a few chapters out of his science textbook, one of them being all about this lesson, so he probably knew more about them than anybody else in the class. Well, everyone except Jenna, but Edvin was sure that she was some sort of robot, although all attempts to prove his theory had failed miserably.

The class did not appreciate this test and Edvin was hit with many different paper based projectiles throughout the rest of the class. Spitballs, balls of crushed paper and three large paper airplanes, all of which the teacher completely ignored, even when Edvin complained about it. Especially when Edvin complained about it.

Edvin fell asleep again, but not until later, when he was on the bus home. Once again he woke with a start, this time from a paper airplane that made and emergency landing on his head, dumping it’s precious cargo of…spitballs. It seemed that his classmates had not yet forgotten about his science-nap, which caused a test. Luckily, the paper airplane woke him up shortly before his stop, which he probably would have missed otherwise.

Tonight would be the night, oh yes, this night be would it to. Edvin was too hyper to think clearly, and that was an example of his blotched thoughts. This was caused partially because Edvin had just ingested a very large amount of caffeine, and partially because he was going to be home alone for the entire long weekend! The rest of his family had gone up (or was it down?) to visit Edvin’s aunt, who was very sick. It wasn’t that Edvin didn’t like his aunt…well…that’s not entirely true, but if that were the only reason, he would have been dragged along anyway. His aunt still firmly believed that Edvin was her darling niece, and on every holiday that gifts were exchanged, he always received a doll, of maybe a flowery dress from her. He had tried to clear this up, if fact, on one holiday when he had received another doll from his aunt, he had sent her a picture of him in a baseball outfit, with a from that said "From Your Favorite Nephew" on it. This didn’t help, and the on his next birthday, he received another doll, this time wearing a baseball uniform. But no, that was not the reason that Edvin would be spending the entire weekend home alone. You see, Edvin was horribly allergic to a type of wildflower that grew in abundance down (up?) where his aunt lived. She was too sick to travel, and Edvin’s family was going up to take care of her for a while. Edvin had barely survived his first and last visit to his aunt’s house, and not just because his aunt had bought him a nice pink dress. His family loved it up there, even if it did almost kill Edvin.

It was Thursday, with a very long weekend ahead of all of the students at Edvin’s school. The school was going to be closed for construction for a few days, to fix a lot of the accidents that had happened in the school over the last few months, and only a few of those accidents were cause by Edvin, and certainly not on purpose! Edvin blamed many of these "accidents" on his "robotic" classmate, Jenna.

Edvin was planning on playing a new computer game that he had just bought for the entire weekend. The game was entitled "Dragon Siege" and it involved many medieval things, which Edvin had a passion for. He had only played this game for a couple of hours, and he was already addicted. Ever since he had popped the disc into his computer, almost every thought that had traveled through his brain had been about the game. What he was going to do next time he played it, how good the game was, and how they should make a sequel for it. These thoughts did not stop when Edvin slept, no, not at all. The thoughts were worse then. The dreams he had seemed real…too real. He would have to cut back on it soon, but not until he beat it! Which was almost impossible, but he was going to be playing it on-line with other players. Hopefully he could enlist a few friends to join his worthy cause.

During his short walk home from the bus stop, Edvin was so happy that he sang, or he would have if he had any musical talent at all, anyway. But he did hum, oh hum did he ever! When he got to his empty house, he unlocked the door slowly, savouring the moment (Edvin didn’t get out much), and then he burst through the door.

"Honey, I’m hooooooommmmeeee!!!" Edvin yelled, but nobody heard him. Nobody that he could see, anyway.

Edvin rushed to his computer, went to kiss it (as was said, he doesn’t get out much), and found himself kissing a large piece of paper that he now noticed was taped to the screen. It read:

"Edvin, we knew that this would be the first place that you would come to. We left you some money, please don’t spend it all immediately. If you have an emergency, you can call the neighbor, and they’ll help you. Have a great time,

Love, Mom and Dad

P.S. NO PARTIES"

Edvin grinned maniacally and stuffed the money (also taped to the screen) in his pocket. He would count it later. He turned the computer on and went to the kitchen to see if you could hunt down some food. He was successful.

By the end of the night, Edvin’s character on his video game had died a grand total of 37 times. He learned a very important lesson. Well, he learned it eventually, anyway. Low-level characters should not attack extremely large dragons on their own. It took him 36 deaths to learn this. When the message finally did get across, he rallied up some allies, because he was playing on-line, and they defeated the dragon! Immediately after that, of course, Edvin’s teammates killed him and stole all of his equipment. He probably should have been suspicious when they asked him how much his staff and short-sword were worth. At that point, frustration caused him to say some not very nice things on a chat channel about these people, using not very nice language (which he regretted using now) and he was banned for the rest of the night by one of the administrators. Luckily, Edvin had prepared for something like this, and he had an alternative source of entertainment ready. He had rented some movies, which he promptly popped into the VCR. Half-way through a movie about some sort of haunted piece of furniture, he fell asleep.

Edvin dreamed of a large, open meadow where a strangely deep and yet soothing voice told him of starting some sort of journey. Of course, when Edvin woke up, he remembered nothing of the dream. He never remembered any of the dreams he would have liked to remember. There was one that he had forgotten where he was king of the world, and had a pet penguin. It could talk. But he would have been very interested in knowing that his queen was none other that his "robotic" classmate, Jenna. But of course he only remembered the nightmares. The ones about haunted furniture and the like.

He woke up in the morning thoroughly refreshed, although with a slight head-ache from having the television on all night, and he remembered that his ban had expired. He rushed over to the computer to keep playing at this game, and this time, he wouldn’t be dumb enough to get people to help him that are only interested in the value of his items. He played all morning, only vaguely aware that he had dreamed last night. He remembered one word. That word was "Journey". Unfortunately for the voice, the only journey Edvin planned to embark upon was the journey to the pizza place down the street to purchase food that he intended to make last for a few days, to limit his trips outside. Heck, he might even have it delivered, even though it was just down the street, but then again, he didn’t trust the delivery people. He was fairly certain they would spit in it or something, just to spite him for making them go the pointlessly short distance to deliver it...

Most of his weekend continued like that, with more dreams about a journey, and Edvin remembered more and more of the dream each time. More than once he fell asleep at his computer. One time he awoke to a black screen., which meant that there must have been a power outage in his town. He saw his own reflection in his computer monitor, and he noticed that he looked very messy. His hair hadn’t been washed in days, and the rest of him looked like it hadn’t been washed in even longer. Edvin had mid-length dark hair. It never seemed to grow much past the point it was at now, although he hadn’t gotten it cut for months. He had glasses (a stereotypical nerd) that enhanced his piercing blue eyes. His eyes were the only thing about himself that he really liked, although his acne had been clearing up rather nicely. He was willing to wear just about anything, and just had a pile in the corner of his room. If it smelled clean, he wore it. He had a gold ring that he had gotten as a gift a few years ago. The gift did not say who it was from, and Edvin had tried very hard to find out, but to no avail.

The next night, the last of his long weekend, he had another dream. This time it seemed more real than ever. It wasn’t until he felt a hand clutch tightly to his shoulder that he realized that he wasn’t dreaming. He turned around to face a man in a dark hooded cloak. The man opened his mouth to speak, but Edvin passed out and hit the ground hard.

When Edvin awoke (yet again) he found himself in a dark room that reeked of urine. Or at least that was where he thought he would wake up. He was still in the meadow, but this time in a very large and comfortable bed, conveniently placed right in the middle of the meadow. The hooded man was nowhere to be found, and he had no idea where he could be because in this large, open meadow, there was no place he could be hiding, and there was nothing but flat meadow as far as the eye could see. Edvin found himself weak, his legs unnable to move, and he could not escape his fluffy, comfortable prison. An unkown period of time passed, and still the hooded man was hidden from his eyes. Edvin tried to convince himself that he was still dreaming, and he pinched himself a few times, each with the same result. Pain.

After a while, the temporary paralysis that had gripped his legs released him and he was free to walk again. He would have been happier, but the hooded man returned, and this time he had brought backup. No less than a dozen hooded figures trailed behind the one in the lead. Edvin, who was now somewhat terrified, and very stupid, rushed towards the lead one and attempted to tackle him, in a vain attempt to stop him from carrying out whatever dastardly plans he had. He passed through the cloaked figure as if it were air, and he passed through another’s legs as he hit the ground. When he looked back, both of the figures had ceased to exist. Edvin tried to punch another one, but there was just more air. Feeling slightly more confident now, Edvin dispatched of all but one hooded figure, by touching them and causing them to disappear.

"By process of elimination, this must be the real one" Edvin thought to himself.

He charged this last one, and passed through it, just like all of the others.

"Well done, young one," a voice from behind him bellowed.

Edvin turned around to find the hooded man, and this time his hood was off. Edvin finally looked upon the man that had haunted his dreams for the last week. The man looked like any other ordinary man, except the for the fact that his bald head was covered in tattoos. The tattoos appeared to be in some form of language, but Edvin could not make it out, perhaps because of the curve of his head, but probably because it looked like gibberish. The man’s face had no other distinguishable factors, and Edvin could not find the words to describe it. His face seemed to...change. One second his eyes were brown, the next they were blue, the next they appeared to be orange. The man had a disturbing grin on his face, one that Edvin would never forget, and the only feature that he would stand out in his memory.

"Step right this way, young one." The hooded man said, grinning that horrifying grin.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Edvin asked, his voice strangely calm for somebody in this situation.

The man just laughed (why is it that the evil people are always laughing maniacally?), and muttered something under his breath. Suddenly Edvin noticed a forest behind the man that he was fairly certain had not existed a moment ago. The forest seemed to be moving towards them, and soon they found themselves surrounded by trees. Edvin almost fainted again, and the not-so-hooded man just kept laughing. The strange man muttered something else, and the some of the trees seemed to merge together behind him, along with large pieces of dirt and rock that came out of the ground, summoned by this mysterious man. The trees, rocks and dirt merged together to form a large temple. The man began to enter the temple, beckoning Edvin to follow.

Edvin followed timidly, slightly disappointed that the temple would not move around him as the forest had done. The temple seemed to be stocked with more hooded figures than he could count. They seemed different than the one he was following, almost see-through, like ghosts, as if they were haunting the temple. The hooded one that he was following definitely was more real, and he didn’t seem to be a ghost, although, Edvin hadn’t tried to tackle this one, so he didn’t know if he would pass through it like he passed through the others. The man lead him to a large room, that looked like it had held a large assembly once, but had not been used in a long time. There were what looked like hundreds of seats, all covered in a layer of dust. A very, very thick layer, too. The man stood behind a large stone object, a platform. It had dried blood (or ketchup) on it, and it looked as if it had been part in many human sacrifices (or lunches). As Edvin got closer, he saw some papers sitting on the platform, along with a pencil. A number two pencil.

"Sit down, young one, and all will be explained." Mr. Hood said, with a much more solemn look on his face. Edvin didn’t want to sit down, and he was starting to get really ticked about the "young one" stuff, but he really wanted to know what was going on. He wanted proof that he wasn’t crazy, and that there was some sort of logical explanation that he would be told. Edvin sat down quietly, and looked at the papers. They seemed to be some sort of multiple choice test.

"What is going on?" Edvin demanded, raising his voice a little.

"You have been chosen to take part in a test. A very special test. If you pass, you will be granted something very special," Mr. Hood said, "That is, if you survive…"

Edvin was curious as to how this multiple choice could kill him, aside from the obvious possibility of fatal paper cuts. This thought would have had him laughing uncontrollably under any normal circumstances, but this whole situation was far from normal.

"First Question: Which of the following classes do you think you would be best suited to. Your choices are: Mage, Cleric, Warrior, Ranger or Thief. " Mr. Hood said, with a completely calm voice, no seeming to realize how stupid his question sounded.

"What are you talking about?" Edvin asked impatiently.

"This is your test. Now answer the question." Mr. Hood replied.

"Why should I answer such an...absurd question?" asked Edvin, feeling a little braver than he had, brave enough to stand up to this freak, anyway.

"Answer NOW." Mr. Hood said, now sounding slightly angry. His eyes glowed red from beneath his hood (which Edvin now noticed had been re-applied to his bald head).

"And if I refuse?" Edvin asked, feeling brave, but not brave enough the look Mr. Hood in his red glowing eyes. All of a sudden, a sharp pain shot through Edvin’s entire body, causing him to drop the pencil that he was holding (the number two pencil).

"It would be in your best interest to answer the questions that I ask you." Mr. Hood said, staring at Edvin with those horrible red eyes. Those unblinking red eyes seemed to pierce Edvin’s soul. He would dream about those eyes for years to come, although he would never remember it.

"I-I-I think th-that I’d rather b-be a mage" Edvin stuttered, barely able to restrain himself from wetting his pants. Mr. Hood smiled at him, and under his hood, Edvin could only see the glowing red eyes and his bright white teeth.

"Good choice, young one." Mr. Hood said, and Edvin noticed that Mr. Hood seemed to speak through his smile. The smile never changed as he spoke, as if it were some sort of horrifying mask that could not be removed. Edvin was getting quite ticked off about the young one thing, but at this point, he would not protest, for fear of the sharp pain. That was when Edvin looked down at himself, and noticed that he had changed. He was now wearing a long robe, like the kind that mages wore in books and movies. This startled him, but it also excited him.

"What is this man really made me some sort of mage?" Edvin thought to himself, "Then I would have powers, and I could make fireballs, and throw death from my hands!"

Mr. Hood laughed, as if he could read Edvin’s mind. This also startled and excited him.

If he can read people’s minds, then maybe if I have power, I’d be able to read people’s minds!

This also seemed to be heard by Mr. Hood, and this time he didn’t laugh as much.

"The power of mind reading is not for mages, but for a stronger class, one too strong for you to control without proper training, which is why it was not an option."

This clarified a few things, and Edvin found himself more excited than scared. If this was a dream, then he didn’t want it to end, at least not before the test ended.

"Now that you’re so eager to continue the test, let’s move on to the next question," Mr. Hood said, somewhat entertained that Edvin appeard to be enjoying his test. "If you were a mage, which you seem to have noticed that you now are."

At this point, Edvin was staring at a very small fireball that he had conjured up. The knowledge of how to cast the spell just sort of appeared in his head, which pleased Edvin immensely. He had simply been unable to resist checking whether or not this knowledge was real, or just imagined.

"What would you do against…a dragon, perhaps?"

Edvin closed his eyes, merely for a split–second, an when he opened them, he was in a dark cave. Edvin knew more spells than he had at the temple (how else was he supposed to defeat a *gulp* dragon?). Edvin saw no dragon, but he had a feeling that he would before this test was over. He walked slowly, cautiously deeper into the cave, and still, no dragon. Then, he noticed something, something white on the rocky floor of the cavern. Edvin moved closer to investigate, and he discovered that it was a very large skull. A very large dragon skull. He bent down to inspect it, but he saw something move inside the skull, and he stopped. The skull was too dark to see inside.

Edvin searched his newly enhanced brain and found a very simple light spell. He cast it, and the end of his staff lit up. This was the first time that he noticed that he had been carrying a staff. It looked like two separate snakes of wood, coiled around each other to the very end, where the snakes held a large crystal in their twin mouths. The crystal was glowing brightly, because of his light spell. Unfortunately, Edvin was so distracted by his new staff, that he failed to notice that the thing inside the skull was no longer inside the skull. A large snake, not unlike the two that made up his staff, was coming at him fast. Edvin’s reflex’s caused him to cast the first spell that came to mind, a fireball spell. The fireball was slightly larger than the one that had amused him in the temple, but not large enough to affect a dragon. Luckily, this was not the dreaded dragon that Edvin seemed to have been sent to face. The fireball flung the snake away from Edvin, not killing it, but scaring it. The snake slithered away, angry. It would find weaker prey to devour.

Edvin sighed and continued down to the depths of the cave. Until he had seen the dragon skull, he had been worried that he had been going the wrong way, because there was no light visible from either end of the cave. He was convinced again by this point that it was all a dream, but was determined to continue it until it's end. But after his first step, Edvin fell to the floor. The snake had done more damage than he had originally assumed. The snake’s poison was now traveling up Edvin’s leg, paralyzing it slightly, but not enough that Edvin would not feel the pain caused by the bite. Edvin trudged on, limping, but he had to stop the dragon to end this horrible nightmare. Moving even a small distance took ages with his injured leg. Luckily (or maybe unluckily), the dragon was only a small distance away.

The dragon appeared to be sleeping, as Edvin approached it. As he got closer, he realized that the dragon was nothing but a baby. Edvin didn’t want to kill a baby dragon, and he pondered on how he could finish the test without harming it. But while Edvin was pondering, the dragon opened its eyes and sent a blast of fire in Edvin’s direction. Edvin realized that the dragon had been only pretending to sleep as he dodged to the right of the incoming blast of flames, landing on his injured leg. Edvin screamed in pain, and his scream scared the baby dragon, causing it to flee deeper into the cave. Edvin got up slowly, and trudged after the dragon.

"I guess size really doesn’t count" Edvin muttered to himself, just another thought that would have had him busting a gut in an other circumstances. Edvin found the baby dragon again, and it was sitting in front of a large hole in the wall, and it was crying. The sound of the dragon’s cry hurt Edvin’s ears, and he tried to think of a spell to silence it, but none came to mind. Edvin came up behind the dragon, and it didn’t hear it because of the volume of it’s own cries. Edvin raised his staff slowly, still trying to find another way out of this test. Even before Edvin had finished raising his snake-staff, he heard another noise, a much, much louder noise. Out of the hole the baby was crying into, came one of it’s parents. The parent saw Edvin immediately, because of the glow of his staff. This new dragon was at least 10 times the size of the baby (and the baby was larger than Edvin to begin with!). This new dragon looked exactly like the one that had killed Edvin 36 times in his Dragon Siege game. Like that dragon, this one fired a large column of flame that was unavoidable. Flames engulfed the entire cave, making Edvin wonder if it got the snake that had bitten him. While the cave was engulfed in flame, Edvin was engulfed with pain.

Edvin’s life did not flash before his eyes, much to his disappointment. When he woke up, he was back in the temple, Mr. Hood standing before him, and this time he wasn’t smiling. It was as if Mr. Hood had put on another mask, this one with a frown instead of that horrible, horrible smile.
"And what have we learned, young one?" Mr. Hood asked, his voice now much colder than it had been when they had last spoken.

"I learned that I really, really dislike dragons" Edvin replied, now completely unafraid of the man, after what he had seen.

"This outcome was hardly expected from the potential chosen one," Mr. Hood muttered to himself.

"The chosen what? Why am I the chosen one? Who chose me? How do I get un-chosen?" Edvin asked all at once.

"You are the chosen one because you were selected over many others by the powers the be. You cannot be un-chosen" Mr. Hood answered.

"Wait a second! The powers that be what? What be these powers? And why did they choose me?" Edvin asked, now feeling much more confident. Confident enough to speak up next time Mr. Hood called him young one.

"I grow tired of answering these pointless questions." Mr. Hood replied, refusing to answer the many, many questions that Edvin had for him.

"Well, I haven’t grown tired of asking them! And I’m outta here unless I get some answers!" Edvin yelled, drawing the attention of some ghost-monk-guys that were passing by.

"Too bad. You have failed this portion of the test. Come back after you’ve grown up a little." Mr. Hood replied.

At that point, Edvin once again lost consciousness, and when he awoke he was laying on his couch in his living room, with the screen flashing bright blue. He wondered if it was a dream, but then he felt a sharp pain on his leg, and when he checked, there were 2 fang bites in his leg. Although they throbbed, Edvin knew that there was no longer any poison in his system. He just knew. It was just as he had known the spells, he just knew.

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This has been the first chapter of my story...I know it's a little more expanded than it was when I printed it off and let people read it last year, and I hope it meets the reader's approval. I've gone through and fixed spelling and grammar errors, and changed a few words around, but if anybody can suggest any changes, they would be greatly appreciated. Please, please, leave a comment or something about this, I really want to get some feedback...I need to know whether to bother posting more of it, or starting to write it again.

Thanks for reading it, and thank you even more if you leave a comment. Remember, you can post anonymously if you don't have an account, but at least leave your name if I know you.

Until next time,
I'll be fine as long as I don't get killed.
~Kataron (aspiring writer!)

Coin Song

I wish I had an accent. I love accents. Well, except those stupide redneck accents. And those that make it so that it's virtually impossible to tell what you're saying...But...accents. I especially love British accents. Aren't they just so cool?! Yes, yes they are. And just as a side-note, anybody leaving a comment, do NOT tell me that I have an accent to other people. I gathered that, but I don't count it. But yeah. Accents rule!

A slightly more eventful day today! Yay! My stupid brother decided to get my out of bed at 11, because...well, I think he wanted to play video games in my room. Bastard. I tells you, 11 is an ungodly hour. Then again, I'd think that 1 in the afternoon is an ungodly hour...But yeah. I hate being forced to get up. I ended up staying in bed until 11:30, just to piss him off. Well, I actually got out of bed and chased him a bit, which freaked him out, considering the state of dress in which I slumber...But I won't get into that. Anyways, I got up, cleaned out my Guinea Pig's cage, and had some lunch. Yay lunch! Then I went over to Rick's for a little while, ended up staying there longer than I intended to...Got distracted by World of Warcraft. Mining's fun. I found like...three mines on this one little island. Made some stuff. Fun! Then we went over to Steve's ^_^ It was great. We played Kung Fu(sp?) Chaos, Halo 2, and other generic multiplayer games. I love the Ghost in Halo 2...But yeah, we played those for a while, then Mitch showed up! At this point, we had pizza, and checked out a few webcomics before going down for more Halo 2. Bastards all teamed up against me 'cause I love the Ghost, and kill them a lot when I'm in it. I'LL HAVE MY REVENGE! Then we started watching The Princess Bride. That's a damn fine movie. When I first heard of it, I thought it sounded lame, some girly movie. TOTALLY not. It's hilarious! And so well done...But yeah, we watched that, then Mitch's mom gave us a ride home. Quite entertaining, in all.

I just realized that I hadn't had a chance to test out the new Growlanser Tactic for that one level...Oh well, Halo 2! ^_^ Fun game. But over-hyped...I was told there would be fully destructable(destructible?) environments. The only thing you can really destroy are vehicles. BAH!

I have to go into Guelph tomorrow. I gotta call Jared, see if he can come with me, that way I can pick him up there, 'cause we were gonna hang out tomorrow...But I need to buy a few Christmas gifts. I know what I'm getting for Vero, I just need to get it. Took me a while to figure out, but hopefully she'll like it. Not sure when I'll be able to see her to give it to her, though...lol. And I found something for Jared today! Yay! Well, three somethings...He'll enjoy them, I just KNOW he will. Which is good, 'cause they cost practically nothing, and I know he'll love them. Plus, I had no idea what to get him...I love it when things just...fall into place. Steve didn't use them, but Jared will ^_^ Huzzah! Victory is mine!

Right...I don't really have much to say...I'm kinda tired...Too tired to offend anybody...So I figure I'll just edit and post the first chapter of the story that I began writing over a year ago. So that'll be another post...Yeah...And thus ends this one!

Until next time,
There is a serious shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a shame if anything happened to yours.
~Kataron

What If I Stumble?

Dum dee dum. Oh...I'm writing a post...That's right. Forgot for a moment. Well, more than a moment. But that's hardly important.

Anoooooooother uneventful day! Tomorrow things'll pick up, though! Steve's having a little birthday party. Huzzah! That means video games and pizza with Steve, Mitch, Rick, and whoever else is coming ^_^ And I do so love video games and pizza. Plus, I just don't get to see Steve enough. He was out of school for like...a year. Sick and whatnot. But he's back now, yay! I get to see him a lot more. DAMN, that kid's big. I mean, he's fucking huge! Not in a bad way or anything, but yeah. And he's younger than I am. That's the weird thing. He's like a giant, and he's YOUNGER than I am. Clearly he's been given growth hormones. And estrogen. Just because I wanted to work estrogen into this post somehow. Okay, so I didn't really plan that ahead, but shut up. I'm allowed to say whatever the bloody hell I like in this blog, and by God, you'll enjoy it! 'cause if you don't...Oh, if you don't...*does some sort of threatening gesture, implying some sort of painful action* That's right. Scared now, aren't you? ...No? Not...Not even a little? Well...What if I...uhh...Had a cape? Still nothing? Damn...Bah, I'll scare you yet. I'm a creepy and scary person. Oh, I'll do it...

I still can't get past that FUCKING level in Growlancer. Goddamn floor. I LOVE THAT GAME! It's not just a simple tactics game, like some of them out there. Enemies there, you're here, you fight them...Blah, blah, blah. This game is so much more...Making it so much more difficult. It's going to take a lot of work JUST to get through this level...:) It's best when games offer a challenge, don't you think? That just makes it all the better when you get through the challenge...I thought I had a stroke of fucking genius today. I'd leave a ranged unit behind to take out the two first enemies, so that the escaping party wouldn't have to deal with them before the floor collapsed. Then the magic-users in the back TOTALLY FUCKING OWNED ME. I'm thinking now I'll level a bit, give some magic to my ranged units, and leave them BOTH behind, sending the four melee characters in to take the brunt of it. I've given a few of them magic gems that decrease damage from magic attacks by 30%, but they can only do so much...ONLY SO MUCH, DAMMIT! But I have four melee characters...I can send two around each side, having the magic users and ranged guys cast spells on the enemies, as well as using cure to heal the party...Goddamn it, why doesn't the wolf know cure? That's what I'm missing...I have a wolf character named Sereb, the main magic user of the group. I've been relying on Riviera, ANOTHER magic user in the group, for healing...If I give Sereb cure....All will be well, goddamn it. ALL WILL BE WELL. Well, that's my next plan...I'll let you guys know if it works.

(it won't)

I spent a bunch of the day at Rick's again. More World of Warcraft. But this time, Eric was there, so the game time had to be divided amongst three people, instead of two...Bah. Oh well, it was fun. Eric's playing a Night Elf Ranger on a PVP server. Rick's starting a Dwarf Warrior, also on a PVP server. Had to make new characters today, 'cause our server (named Medivh) was down. Well, it was down when they were on. By the time it was my turn, it was back up. Rick was playing his Human Rogue for a while. Then I got on, playing my only character thus far, Kataron. He's a Human Paladin, as you probably know, if you've been following my exploits. By that, I mean if you read my last post. Those are my exploits. SHUT UP, I'm only level nine. I can hardly be expected to have many exploits at level nine, can I? I'm getting there, though. Only gained one level today, but I wasn't trying very hard. I was more concentrating on my blacksmithing. I just LOVE having my name on my armour. It's awesome. And to make my blacksmithing skill go higher, I need to make more armour than I can use. So logically, I need to do something with this...surplus. I could sell it. Either at a vendor, or to other characters. But I don't like the vendors, and quite frankly, I'm too fucking lazy to sell it to people. Working out prices and all that...FUCK THAT. Besides, I don't care if I make money. Just the knowledge that somebody is using armour that says '' in bright green in the description is good enough for me! The newbies will love me, dammit. The newbies will love me. I'm just GIVING it away to them. Today, I gave away...Three Copper Bracers, and one pair of Copper Chain Pants. All with '' on them. I'm going to keep making stuff, and keep getting my blacksmithing higher. I've been thinking about putting quests on hold for a while so I can concentrate on this skill. This MUCH NEEDED skill. Of course, I'll still go on random quests...Mostly to find more Copper Ore, though. That's what I need...More Copper Ore! I can even make a business out of this. I gave some bracers, which I made for free, to a newbie today, and he said that he had an alternate character, and I could expect a few silver in the mail tomorrow! HUZZAH! Free money! And I didn't even have to ask for it, which makes it all the better! Needless to say, I'm quite pleased with myself. I want to be known amongst the newbies. I want them to be proud of the armour that I lovingly crafted for them! I WANT THEM TO WORSHIP MY NAME! The last part is probably going a bit too far, but you get the point!

But...That's only tending to TWO classes of newbies. Warriors, and Paladins, the two classes that can use mail armour...So, to remedy this fact, I'm going to create a Night Elf with leatherworking skills, and have her make armour for the magic-user classes, and the Rogue class. I'll corner the market, even if I have to kill all other people with those skills. Plus, the Night Elf area is ABUNDANT with animals, ripe for the skinning, to make leather armour. I'll eventually start charging, when it's costing ME money to make this, but barely anything. Just enough to cover my losses, really. I just want to be known. That's what I want...That's all I want. I want the name Kataron to be revered! I want it to be respected! I want it to be feared. I won't do that with making armour and weapons, but I will attempt to do that with my mighty hammer. I WILL BE FEARED, DAMMIT!

Man....My life is so fucking boring. I wish something would happen, mix it up...Just something. But things should be getting a bit more...exciting...Steve's party tomorrow, I'ma have Jared come in to Rockwood on Thursday, then it's Christmas...After Christmas, LOTR MARATHON! YEAH! The gift is already under the tree. It's pretty easy to know what it is...

FUCK. I still need to buy gifts. Dammit. Dad doesn't want anything...Mom's is covered in a joint gift...I need something for Ethan, at least. And I need to get the thing that I decided on for Vero...Plus, I need to find something for Jared. BAH! THEN it's Rick's birthday coming up. Plus Steve's tomorrow. Probably gonna have to be money...I don't like picking out gifts, I really don't. I'm a perfectionist, it takes me so damn long to decide on anything...

But more importantly, I need a theme song. Well, I have one, but I need something...expanded. JAMES, EXPAND THE NATE SONG! I like when he plays it, 'cause I dance along with it. But it's not very long. And it needs words. And...It needs it's own dance. And more instruments. A drum solo. And then a techno remix of it all. What can't you do with a good techno remix? DAMMIT! Now I need to listen to my Trance - Mega Man Theme. I'll do it after this song...This is a good one...FF6 - Overture. It's played in the Opera House in that, if I'm not mistaken. And trust me, I'm not. I've spent so much time playing Final Fantasy, it's sickening.

I don't know how to whistle. Why the fuck don't I know how to whistle. I need to learn...I just recently learned that I can snap my fingers, and damn well. I've always had really long fingernails, so I've just snapped them. It really bugs Jared...heheheheh. That's always fun. But I can do it normally, and pretty good. In fact, it's become a nervous habit for me. 'cause I didn't have enough of THOSE already...Biting my nails, digging my nails into my skin, shaking my leg, playing with my fingers, cracking my knuckles, and cracking my neck. I love cracking my neck...I never used to do it, 'cause it hurt. Now I do it. 'cause it hurts. Yay masochism!

I am Creator.

Don't you love how in most techno, it's just the same lyric repeated? I love it. That's the line from Trance - Mega Man Theme. I remember Daft Punk...Hell, I remember when I first got into Daft Punk, and Techno. It was grade eight. The main trip. Ottawa. Good times. Jared had a Daft Punk CD...I had my discman...He'd let me listen to it if I let him use the discman every now and then. I really liked it, and bought my own copy of it during that trip. DAMN, I had a lot of money for that...I bought food for myself the entire time, as well as for Jared. I bought a new game. Well, it was new at the time. I bought that CD. And on the way back, I bought a giant box of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. DAMN. I loved that box. 48 things of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, with three actual cups apiece. That's 144 cups in total. Good times were had by all...Great times, even!

I love Star Trek. Star Trek is awesome. GREAT Sci-Fi. I don't care what Eric and the other Star Wars freaks say, Star Trek is teh shit. Personally, I'm what I like to call...Star-Bi. If anybody with a sick mind is reading this (Beth-Anne), GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE FUCKING GUTTER. I guess I'm not one to talk, though...Dave once told me that whenever he talks to me, he has to put on a snorkel and dive right into the gutter just to find me. But back to the topic at hand...I like both Star Wars and Star Trek. But Star Wars can only go so far. Six movies, in total. Not counting the numerous remakes and such. Also, counting the third, which should be coming out sometime in the near future. It's gone down-hill, though...I never really got into Phantom Menace or Clone Wars, I'm sorry. The original three...Now THAT was some great stuff. But when you really look at it, Star Trek has more going for it. In total, more movies than Star Wars. And how many Television Series' were there? Original, Next Gen, DS9, Voyager, Enterprise...That's FIVE. That's a hell of a lot. Trekkies. That's what they call us. I'm called a Trekkie just because I own a blue Star Trek shirt that resembles the uniform worn by both Spock and 'Bones' McCoy in the original series, complete with Star Trek insignia. I'm called a Trekkie because I made a Duct Tape holster last year for Jared's phaser, which he lent me. I'm called a Trekkie because I have watched all of the Star Trek series', all of the movies, and I have enjoyed them.

I am a Trekkie, and I'm damn proud of it.

But do people that love Star Wars have a special name? Wars...ies? Laaaaaame. I'm sorry, Star Trek is just better. BETTER. I still enjoy your odd 'Wars', but give me Trek any day of the week, baby!

KAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir, Star Trek rules.

I haven't been offensive enough in tonight's post...Well, I know I've offended Eric plenty, that Star Wars loving freak. WATCH SOME STAR TREK, DAMMIT! But I don't think I've offended the majority of my audience...Meh, doing it now would be work. I hate work.

I also hate when people think I'm gay. Apparently, Rick's Mom's Boyfriend, henceforth known as 'The Jackass', thinks I'm gay, because I have pink shoelaces. Other people accuse me of being gay because I can honestly say that some men are attractive. Others call me gay because I'm constantly re-affirming my heterosexuality by saying 'I'm not gay'.

I AM NOT GAY, GODDAMN IT. I'm just comfortable enough with my (hetero)sexuality enough to be able to comment on whether or not another male is attractive, and to enjoy the colour pink. What the fuck is wrong with pink shoelaces?! I'LL KILL YOU ALL! YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!?!

*deep breath*

And did I mention I'm not gay? I did? Good.

Randomness, baby. It's hard to make a blog entry when you're me, and NOT be random. Especially now. When I'm in school, I write topics that inspire me on my arm, to rant about them that night. But this is all coming right off the top of my head.

I miss my girlfriend. I haven't seen or spoken to her since Friday. It is now...Tuesday. I'd call her, but quite frankly, I can't find the sheet that I had her number written down on. Maybe she's visiting relatives or something, and doesn't have access to a computer, 'cause I haven't seen her on, nor has she updated her livejournal (http://www.livejournal.com/users/dragoness22/) in a while.

But once again, I'm just paranoid. And I miss her. Maybe I should invite her to the LotR marathon I'ma have with the Mitchster and the...Jared...ster....yeah. *shrug*

I love the BareNaked Ladies. I saw them in a show, once. Remember, James? Of course you do! That was fucking awesome. They were so funny. Played a few songs from their CD that came out just last year, that hadn't come out at the time. BY THE WAY, JAMES, GIVE ME THAT GODDAMN CD BACK! Ben wants to borrow it. Geez. heheheh...I remember, the wait to get out of the parking lot was terrible. We cut off one of the BareNaked Ladies to get out :) It was awesome. I can picture his face in my mind, but I can't remember his name...But then again, the only one I can remember the name of was...Ed. Ed rules.

If I had a million dollars, I'd buy your loooooooooove!

Can you buy love? Hmmm...People say you can't buy happiness, THAT'S BULLSHIT. You can buy happiness. You can buy a bigger tv, a nice house, video games, a kick-ass computer, and you can afford to go out all the time, go to nice places to eat, concerts, whatever. Hell, you can go on crazy vacations, visit other countries! Money can damn well buy happiness. Not if you're fucking married to your job, though. I mean, honestly, if you become a doctor to get lots of cash, you're not gonna get much time to spend it. But yeah.

Could it be that I got bored and lonely?
Could it be that I'm just dumb and horny?
Could it be that Lady Luck has smiled herself down on me?
Could it be?

Sorry, listening to Diggin' from the Cowboy Bebop soundtrack. Had to quote it. Just had to.

Maaaaaaan...I had a fucking CRAZY dream last night. Seth was in it. But...he looked completely different. But he was Seth. And that's just the beginning! SlipperyChicken was in it...We were all on rafts...At some sort of camp, but we were just floating down a river. They weren't so much rafts as they were inflatable beds, though...We just floated along and spoke about video games and stuff...Then we were at Rockwood Centennial School. But...Seth and Slippery were gone...It was all snowy. And there was some sort of sporting event going on, but...not on the FIELD....In fact, the field seemed rather empty, except for myself and a few others, who promptly went up to get a better view. I remember trying to get up, and finding myself unable...Then Jared was there...Away at the side, watching me, and I was suddenly aware that I was skipping second period, math with Mr. Yanchus. But I'm not IN that class. But the entire class was there, to watch this strange sporting event...Jared couldn't move to help me, lest he draw towards me the attention of the crazy math teacher...Then, Vero was there. She walked up to the edge of the field, which was usually a hill, but was now a strange...sharply cornered square...She looked down at me, and I was able to climb up the side of the field. A quick kiss from her, and all attention was turned to the sporting even, now with my arm around her shoulder. Then Jared was over, and Mr. Yanchus was nowhere to be found. He made some sort of humerous comment, and we laughed. I don't remember the details of the comment. But we laughed, and there was a small train...Well, not like....toy-train small, but...Sort of...Theme part size, but a bit bigger. But it was going along the field I had just been in, but there weren't any tracks...Then when the strange sport event was about to start, I woke up.

What the fuck does it all mean?! WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!?!?! I think it's a result of cruchy cheesies and Coke at one am...But maybe it has some sort of deep meaning. I don't know, what do you people think? Oh, as a sidenote, there were also three nerds on the field with me for a while, which I seemed to know from somewhere, but I've never seen them before. Somebody made a sexual comment about the girls that were going to partake in the sporting event. Well, it was whispered to one of them, and then he told the other one when their girlfriend had left. But yeah...Those are all the exact details of the dream that I remember. But yeah, if anybody can decipher any of this craziness, please do. Or just take a shot.

I have some crzy dreams...Unfortunately, I don't really remember them...Now, be warned, I'm writing this, again, while watching television, so I'm not paying any attention to what I'm typing. Forgive every spelling mistake I make. I blame the French. But I can't say that now, 'cause Vero gets mad at me if I verbally badmouth the French...But wait, I believe I said that retain the right to blame the French. And blame I do! BLAME I DO!

I'm hungry...I'ma go find some food, and continue the writing of this post after the aforementioned food has been acquired.

Mmmm...Somewhat burned bagel...Burnt? Hrm...Anywho, I think that's about all I have to rant about tonight. Please, somebody tell me what my dream means. I'M SO CONFUSED!

Until next time,
ohhh...Fish...I thought you said Bubble Gum.
~Kataron

Question

Dananananananananananananananana BLOG ENTRY! You heard me.

Batman's a fucking sissy, I tell you. He has no fucking powers. I've been told he has some sort of extra sense, a 'bat-sense', if you will, but I don't believe it. He has no powers, and no place on the justice league. Jared and I could totally kick his ass, better than any villian he's ever encountered. 'cause he gets the sissies! Look at the facts here, people. Who does Batman face? Two-Face...Riddler...Mr. Freeze....Then look who OTHERS fight. Spidey's got Venom, Carnage, Mysterio, Scorpion, Doctor Octopus, Green Goblin, HobGoblin (the blatant Green Goblin Rip-off). Superman's got...God, who does Superman fight? I'm not sure, but I know they're a hell of a lot stronger than Two-Face. ooo, he's scary. Half his face got burned in some sort of accident, so he's a big bad villian. What the crap? Then you gotta look at who the Justice League fights. Giant robots, Super Villians, Aliens. Doesn't Batman just seem a little out of his league here? Hell yeah! Batman. PAH! Anyways, I've had this argument far too many times with far too many people, so I find it rather pointless to continue talking about it. I know some of you agree with me, and some of you disagree. That's fine and dandy, but if you disagree, you're wrong. You heard me.

Offended yet? If not, I can try harder...I can bash religion...I can bash...well, just about anything. It's fun to bash feminism. Goddamn feminists. But I tend to rant about this on a somewhat regular basis as well, don't I? You know, the femi-nazi rant...No problem with feminists, but when they're just getting to the point of all-out insulting men, believing that they should be in charge of everything, then the uppity women-folk need to shut the fuck up. That's something that REALLY pisses me off. Those goddamn hypocrite femi-nazis that want to do exactly to men as men are doing to them. I KNOW I'm not the only person that sees something wrong with that. Now, I know that not all feminists are of the femi-nazi variety, and the femi-nazis are just giving the feminists a bad name, but still. I'm all for equality. Gender equality, Racial equality, sexual preference equality (or however you'd say it), that's great. But when they're trying to get BEYOND that, when they're trying to overthrow the current society. Don't scoff at that. That's the definition of radical feminists according to my sociology textbook. Trying to overthrow society and put a new one in it's place, something like that. Not what you think of when you think of feminism? Me either. But that's the femi-nazis. They want to be in charge, they want to SCRAP this society and set up a new one where they can run things differently. Don't call me paranoid. Don't call me sexist. As this appeared in a school textbook, I'm CLEARLY not crazy. HaHA. Now that I've offended the female section of my fanbase...Listen, if I really HAVE offended you, at some point I'm going to have Jared update the HTML of this blog, so the apology post with be just a click away. That's seriously all I can do.

Many people seem to underestimate the fact that I am EVIL. I like causing pain to others, both emotional and physical. I am sadistic, and I am masochistic. Now, I wouldn't go so far as to kill anybody, but I very easily could. Gotta love how those video games have desensitized today's youth to violence, huh? I tend to keep the evil part of me at least SOMEWHAT hidden from the general public, as that makes it easier to accomplish my tasks. It's always best if people don't suspect anything, right? But yeah. If I'm not evil towards you, if I won't laugh at your pain and misfortune, that means I really care about you. Most of you reading this don't fall under this category. James, I'd laugh at. Rick, I'd laugh at. etc, etc. Jared, I'd laugh at, but only things that he'd laugh about too. He knows I care about him. In a VERY heterosexual way. But yeah. Moral of the story is: 'I'm evil. Muahahahahahaha'.

It's fun when you don't have to consider the feelings of others, save for a few. Less things to take into account before you do something. Meaning, less thinking before acting. Well, I sometimes take the feelings of others into account, and then do things because I know it'll get to them. That's what we do in the business!

Well, it's been another uneventful day for Nate. Got up around...Ummm...Geez, 10:30 today. Fucking early for me. Then I played Ratchet and Clank for a while...Rick called...Had to bring in wood...Then I ended up spending the rest of the day hanging out with Rick and video games. God, I love Video Games. I started a Paladin character on World of Warcraft. They're a great class for solo'ing. I'm an anti-social bastard, so I hate grouping on on-line games like that. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I HATE having to rely on others like that, bugs the crap out of me. But back to the Paladin...They're totally awesome for going solo. This class combines melee and magic, in the best way possible. Great strength, uses big-ass hammers to beat the enemies, and they've got healing magic. I've been told that they effectively have four lives, with their healing magics and protective magics. They have auras and seals. The auras make them great for both solo AND groups. The auras affect the entire group, giving them great bonuses. I have an aura of protection right now, which increases my armour by 55. That's a big number. It costs no mana to use, and it's always active unless I die, and then I just re-activate it, with no cost to my mana. Pretty awesome, if you ask me. Then you've got the seals. They're kind of like the auras, but temporary, and only affect the paladin. I have two at the moment, Seal of...something or other, it basically adds four to five holy damage to...about every other hit I do. Then there's the seal of...uhhh...dammit, I forget this one too. Retribitution or something. Revenge. Justice. I dunno, I think it was along those lines. But it increases my attack power and allows me to attack either 40% or 60% faster, which is damn good. Then there's a skill that lets you unleash these seals as concentrated energy onto the enemies. Each seal has a different effect when this is done. The first seal does...around 12 holy damage. The second seal makes the enemy more vulnerable to holy damage, which is always good.

But yeah, Paladins are good. Also, World of Warcraft has a great job system, with each character being able get up to two professions. They're jobs like..Blacksmith, Tailor, leatherworker, cook, etc.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ooo, Jared has seven unread emails...Isn't he mister popular? I mean...err...I'm not checking Jared's email...Okay, I am, but he asked me to...Well, he asked me to TOMORROW, when I can tell him what he got on the phone, but I figured I'd check it early. Because it's more fun this way. Jared is -such- a security nut. I'm like...The only person he'll trust with the password. What a fool! Nate should not be trusted by anybody. Nate has been betrayed far too many times to care whether others trust him! Nate likes speaking in the third person! Jared's just lucky he's one of the few people who's never betrayed me. He can trust me.

He has some VERY interesting email. Particularly with Rion. Rion has a folder dedicated to the four emails recieved by Jared from him. All in RP. The interesting part here is that the two didn't KNOW each other at the time. Wow, I understand how they became RP enemies...This stuff is great. I'd quote parts, but I don't want to breach any confidences Jared had with me in having his email password. Plus, quoting would be work. And oh, how I'm opposed to work.

Snooping through people's email is fun...Especially when you have permission to do it. Jared's been meaning to show me the Rion emails for a while. He just hasn't gotten around to showing me. He said there was a couple other emails he wanted me to see...Now, being as that I don't have much else to do, I figure I'll go through and attempt to find them. I know somewhat of the subject, and I know who sent it...So I figure I'll go a'snoopin'. But as I have no attention span, I figure I'll get bored...I'm not actually going INTO emails, not until I have a fair degree of certainty that it's the one he wanted to show me, but some of these subjects are damn funny. Damn funny, I say. It freaks me out to see email from me, though...lol. Hahahahahaha! Man, some old quiz thing I sent Jared...I figure it's not really snooping if I WROTE it. Quote!

DO YOU

Play an instrument?:: I could say something dirty here...But Jared would hit me. So no.

Have any special talents/skills?:: I can call upon the dark arts of magic to throw death from my hands and slaughter the innocent. So no, not really.

HAVE YOU EVER

Been arrested?:: Nope. I'm too quick for them.

Kicked a guy where it hurts?:: Yep. Jared, all the freaking time. He deserves it, though. I forget why.

PICK ONE

Lights on/lights off:: Off. Light is my sworn enemy.

Cookies/muffins:: Cookies. Unrelated side-note: All your muffins are belong to us.

Pants/shorts:: Pants. Shorts scare me.

Blargh...Some of my responses just bring back those goddamn memories. I was with Eva at the time, so I pretty much skipped over the relationships part of the quiz as I was reading it just now...I don't really need to think about THAT any more. I was so dumb...So blind...*bangs head on desk*

But I really don't need to think about that...Things are good with myself and Vero, good is good...Which reminds me, I haven't spoken to her in a while...I haven't seen her on-line since like...Friday night. Getting somewhat worried, but that's just 'cause I'm paranoid. Bah, another part of being paranoid is always worrying about being dumped. It's never fun to CONSTANTLY WORRY about things like that, lol. But meh, there's nothing I can do to get around these doubts and worries, I just let things go by. Sucks being paranoid, but it also prepares me for the inevitable. And by the inevitable, I mean the worst, which, in my not-so-humble opinion, IS the inevitable. But that's just 'cause I'm paranoid and depressed.

Sweet Merciful Crap. Okay, Trillian has this thing, whenever anybody says 'LMAO' or 'ROFL', there's this FUCKING CREEPY child's laugh thing...Some girl just signed in, with 'LMAO' in her name, and the noise happened! What the fuck? That should NOT happen just because somebody signs in with it in their Screen Name...*shudder* The noise REALLY bugs me.

Oh yeah...I was updating this...I should just end this now, I'm really distracted.

Until next time,
Fish are fish and cats are fish. Wait...That's not right...Where did you get this information? The internet? But...That means it CAN'T be wrong!
~Kataron

Giants

So there I was, surrounded by ninjas, and then....Oh wait, that never happened. Not yet, anyways! I still have faith that I shall one day be surrounded by ninjas. Of course, it would require a witty comment on my part...I'd think of one now, but it wouldn't count unless it was SPONTANEOUS.

Another uneventful day! HUZZAH! Didn't get dressed until about one. That's always fun. Walking around the house in my boxers...Cartoony heart boxers, no less! 'course, it got cold, so I wore my bathrobe when I went downstairs. Played some Ratchet and Clank. Then Rick called. I checked some stuff on-line, and headed over to his place, where we awaited the return of his computer, new and better than ever! New case, new motherboard, more RAM...DVD burner...Good stuff. But it didn't get there for a while. Then we had to wait for Rick's mom to get home, as the new case and such was unknown to us at the time, part of a Christmas/Birthday present for Rick. THEN it had to warm up, because it had been in his aunt's car for quite some time, and it's pretty goddamn cold outside. We hadn't gotten it hooked up by the time I had to leave, but it's hooked up now, and I'ma hang out there tomorrow. We watched a Star Trek movie while we waited. Well, it was a VHS of some of the episodes of The Next Generation. Damn good series. Oh, Picard, what will you do next? You know, I've always wondered...Who gets more space-pussy? Picard or Riker? One would think Riker, as he's the young and virile one, but DAMN, those captains get around. But yeah. Just the random thoughts of a disturbed individual right here. But that's why you're here :D

I had an hour-long conversation with Jared on the phone tonight. Fun stuff. Talked about how Christmas Break is going for each of us, what we're going to do over the break, and something Jared got as a present. He got like...uber-nerdy walkie-talkie type things. I forget the name. F..something...something...Radios. Yeah. The something's are both letters. I just don't know what letters. FXY (where X and Y are both unknown variables. Let's go computer nerdy here and say the variables are of type 'char'.) Radios. Good stuff, I'm going to buy my own. But until I get my own, I get to use one of his at school. It'll help us find each other when we don't know where the other person is, which happens surpisingly frequently. Mostly because I'm really impatient, and don't like to wait for him...But oh well. Now he can call me up on the radio dealy and bitch at me for not waiting. :D Plus, how nerdy would WE look? I mean, we'd be talking to each other on walkie talkies, basically. I could be in line for the caf, and Jared would call me up saying 'Dammit, Nate, why didn't you wait for me?', and I'd dramatically pull it out and respond with something witty, like...Well, it probably wouldn't be witty...Well, it'd be witty SOME of the time...Maybe...20% of the time? Less...10%. Yeah, I'd have a witty response 10% of the time, depending on how much caffeine I've had. But yeah, that'd be awesome! Look so nerdy...Nerdy is sexy, baby! Well, not to the average person, but to Jared and I. Am I weird by saying that pale skin is hot? Yeah, probably...But I love pale skin. I hate it when I'm tanned...HATE IT! But I DO love this song. Trance Mega Man Theme again...It makes me want to do the robot. But I'm too lazy.

But you see, folks, whenever Jared and I talk, we get ranty. Very ranty. He likes to talk a lot. I like to talk a lot. We interrupt each other (mostly me interrupting him), we go off on tangents, we talk about the little things that happened in the day. We tend to obsess over the little things, he and I. The little things are what really matter, though! But I've ranted on enough about the little the things in previous posts.

You know what I like best about hanging out with Jared? I bring out the WORST in him. I bring out that deep, evil nature that lies within all of us...I'm open with mine, I'm evil, if you don't like it, go fuck yourself. But although I'm evil, I'm still somewhat noble. Basically, I'm evil unless I like you. Got it? And I don't like many people. Even those that like me. Fun stuff. But I bring out the evil in the boy! It's so much fun. It's so very amusing to hear him say mean things, or do mean things. He knows I get a kick out of it. And if he does something mean, he just blames it on me. And I love it, love it, LOVE IT. Hell, one of the titles of a previous post on here was 'Kataron: Hated and lovin' it!'. Because I do, I LOVE pissing people off and making them dislike me. I figure it'd happen eventually, so I might as well speed up the process.

Holy shit. I want to play Starcraft. I guess I should, huh? I gotta get re-acquainted with the system, if I want to play with Jared and SlipperyChicken over the break...And I do! What race would I be, though? Terran...Zergling...Protoss...The Zerglings are cheap. Cheap in cost, is what I mean to say. You don't win by quality there, you fucking MASS your troops. Laying ambushes is also a must, with the burrow ability they have. They can go into the ground and just WAIT until fools get in their way...Then BAM, they pop out and swarm them. Then you've got the Protoss, who are the opposite. They have high quality units, but they're way more expensive. You don't mass with them, unless you get the carriers, with their...50 or so mini-ships inside. Those things fucking RULE. You get five of them, and you get hundreds of these mini-ships that swarm out of them as the carrier's attack! Awesome, abso-fucking awesome. Then you've got the Terrans, who are in between. Medium cost, medium quality. And those fuckers get the nukes. DAMN. Nukes. DAMN. A single nuke can own an entire fucking army. The only way to stop them is to stop them before they fire, preventing the ghosts from launching the nuclear attack. Ghosts are the Terran covert units, with stealth and everything. They can cloak, so nobody can see them without certain structures designed to detect these units...Unless you've got those, you don't know about the nuke until you hear 'Nuclear launch detected'. By then, it's too fucking late. You're history, man! HISTORY! But that's cheap. I prefer to get Siege Tanks and Battle Cruisers. Battle Cruisers get this special ability, Yamato Cannon. It might be spelled Yamoto, though. But either way, it's fucking powerful. Get a dozen of them, have them charge their cannons, and BAM. Any building, owned.

The Protoss are my personal favourites, though...Well, at least, they are in the expansion. In the expansion pack of the game, they get these units called 'Dark Archons', which have this KICK-ASS ability called Mind Control. That's right, they can take over enemy units, forcing them to join your side! You want to know WHY this ability is so amazing? You can convert Terran SCV's and Zerg Zerglings. These are the builder units for the races. That's right! With the Dark Archons, you can build up bases with all THREE races, taking the best qualities of all of them! This gets hella-expensive, though. But oh well, so many possibilities...

As you can tell, I've spent A LOT of time playing this game. Not lately, though...Nope...I miss it...I'll probably end up playing it tonight, with Winamp playing my tunes in the background. Always fun.

It's been a month! A month ago today, I asked Vero out. I haven't seen her on-line today, though...:( But then again, I was at Rick's for a while, and playing Ratchet and Clank before then...Not on-line much myself. But yeah...I wonder if she remembers that it's a month today, lol. I'm still amazed that she said yes when I asked her out. It seems like way less than a month, though...Not sure why. It's just weird for me to think that I have a girlfriend irl. Yeah, ha, ha, I'm a nerd, shut the fuck up. I'm really hoping that this relationship is going to work out better than my previous relationships. Looking back, I find it hard to believe that I stuck with Eva for so long. I'm just a sucker for punishment, I guess. Even after she cheated on me, I went after her. I should listen to Jared more often. He was telling me not to. Now I can't even imagine what possessed me to do such a fucking stupid thing. I never should have even STARTED a relationship with her. Bah! Goddamn Texans.

I don't even want to think about her right now. I'm with Vero now, and I'm happy again. Happiness seems to come and go with me. Maybe I have bi-polar or something. I dunno. But I'm happy again. Apparently, when I was with my first girlfriend, I was still all moody and depressed a lot. Then with my second, I was happier. And now, with my third, I'm happIEST. This is what I've been told. By multiple sources, too. Rick thinks I'm some sort of parasite that needs a girlfriend to survive...or something. I'm only ever half-listening to the boy. But I'd have to agree...Well, with the happiness part anyway. I'm -so- not a parasite. But I really do seem to be happy a lot more lately. Well, there's the Post Caffeine Depression, but that has always been there, and always will be. Caffeine, the cause AND solution of many of the problems in my life. How I love thee...It's good shit. If you're not hooked on caffeine, DRINK SOME GODDAMN COKE. Repeat that step until you're an addict, just like me. We can start a club. lol...It can be just like Joey, in Hackers! At the addict meeting...'I'm not an addict, really.' *puffs smoke* *finishes coffee* 'Do we have any more coffee? I want some more coffee. I'm going to get some more coffee'. Please not, JARED, that these are more...paraphrasing quotes, I just got them off the top of my head, I don't care if that isn't EXACTLY how Joey put it. Shut up, you goddamn perfectionist.

DAMMIT! I want coffee now. I haven't had coffee in...Geez, in like...forever. I need to get some coffee. But meh, that's work. I despise work.

Reminded for no apparent reason! I've figured out what I'm going to get Vero for Christmas/One Month Anniversary thing (mostly for Christmas)! I'd say it on here, but that would ruin the surprise. Now all I have to do is get it...Shouldn't be too hard...Well, I'm happy about it.

And...I'm distracted. I'ma read some webcomics now. If I get bored later, I'll update again.

Until next time,
I've just realized that I am the bane of my own existance.
~Kataron

I Know You're Out There Somewhere

Greetings and salutations, oh readers of my blog. I've had an INCREDIBLY uneventful day. I ended up spending almost eight and a half hours in my room, playing Ratchet and Clank. My dinner was pizza, consumed in my room, while playing the game. And, of course, the lights were off the whole time. That MAKES the gaming atmosphere, in my opinion. Darkness...Nothing lit up but the glow of the television...That's how it should be. Sunlight is over-rated. When I live with Jared, that pesky natural light won't be getting us! Hell, I'd just like to paint the windows. Video games in the dark, that's all I need. That's pretty much what happens when my parents go away. I close all the blinds, bring the PS2 downstairs to the big tv, and play, play, PLAY. Then Jared comes over and I school his sorry ass at whatever we play. 'cause I'm that good. Oh yeah.

I'm tired...I was up until about 2 in the morning last night, so...yeah...That's not that late, but I haven't been sleeping well lately. Always waking up and whatnot. That's never fun...I hate sleep. It's a waste of goddamn time. I mean, think about it. How long do you spend sleeping? It ends up being a large fraction of your day. Think of all the other things you could be doing instead! Playing video games...Drinking Coke...Masturbating...THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES! You're not thinking, are you? Fine, be that way. But seriously. Waste of time. Just like personal hygiene. The -only- reason I have hygiene at all at the moment is because of my girlfriend. Otherwise, I'd stink something fierce. Yep.

Tired! Blah, this isn't going to be a very long post...Sorry, folks. I'm just...out of it right now. Out of what? No idea, but I'm out. Man...I figured I'd beat Ratchet and Clank before Christmas, since I want to get the third installment of the game, and I'm already well over half done the game, in the eight hours I've played today. It's all because of that stupid level in Growlanser. I can't get past it, so I'm playing Ratchet and Clank. Goddamn floor...I tried playing the other Growlanser game today, but I just couldn't do it. Not without beating the first one. Bah!

Man...As of tomorrow, I'll have been dating Veronica for a month. In my current tired state of mind, I had some strange doubts that it'll only be three weeks, but I just went through past blog entries to when I first mentioned having a gf. And it's about a month ago. Well, a few days after a month ago, but I wasn't updating every night back then. But yay! One month. I was thinking today, why do couples celebrate only certain points in the relationship, one-month, one year, one whatever? Then I figured it out...I had a word in my mind and everything, but it's gone now. Woosh! Gone. I'll probably remember it later, but yeah. It's like...marking passages in time...Place-holders, if you will. Aaaaaaaaand...I'm lost again. Woosh, I tell you.

But yeah, one month tomorrow. Now, me being a hopeless romantic, I want to do something cheesy and romantic, but I'm somewhat at a loss. One of the problems with this is that she lives in Guelph, and I in Rockwood. Otherwise, I'd get her flowers or something. Is there anything more classically romantic than flowers? I mean, that's like...the ORIGINAL romantic gesture. It's plenty romantic, but is it CHEESILY romantic? It's gotta be cheesy, that's...just how I do things. No idea why. But yeah...Gotta think of something. But I am currently in NO shape to be thinking. Hell, I can barely pay attention to this post. The tv's on, I keep getting distracted...And Winamp...And shiny things on the Christmas tree...Shiny good...

Cable Guy is on...Just starting...I've heard bad things. Hell, I've heard it was Jim Carrey's(sp?) worst movie. But I dunno, it's got Mathew(sp?) Broderick...He's a very cute guy. Shut up. I'm straight, but I can find guys cute. Part of it's his eyes...But enough of that! I think I'ma go watch it for a bit...I can't concentrate on this now...Sorry about the short post, but nothing of interest happened to me today, nothing to spur any rants, nothing to piss me off...Well, plenty of things to piss me off, but nothing major enough to rant about. I'm just easily pissed off.

Until next time,
I should start a cult. A cult that worships...Sweater Vests.
~Kataron

Gemini Dream

You know what pisses me off, folks? All this bullshit about being 'politically correct'. I mean, I've had to wonder whether or not people could do things. Like the Nun that appeared at the Christmas assembly, she said God Bless Everyone at the end of her little thing, and I asked Jared if she could do that. That's what this stupid politically fucking correct world has done to me. Don't we have freedom of speech and all that shit? Then why the fuck are Christmas carols being banned from schools because they have religious meaning? I hate all Christmas Carols, personally, so it doesn't really affect me that much, but it pisses me off, because I remember liking them when I was a kid, in school, singing them. We used to get together in the gym, and the lyrics were projected on the walls. If it's bothering anybody, big fucking whoop. Are they FORCING you to sing? No! If you've got a problem with Christmas Carols, because you're a stuck-up prick, then don't fuck other people over by taking it away for everybody. And it's not the kids. The PARENTS are getting bitchy about this shit. BIG FUCKING DEAL, YOU WHINY ASS-WIPES. You think they're not going to hear the religious Christmas Carols on the radio? People wandering the streets singing it? Are you trying to protect your children from wholesome FUCKING songs? Or are you just trying to fuck up your kid's childhood? Is that it? Did you have a shitty childhood, and now are projecting it onto that of your child? Fine, be a crappy parent, have your kid hate you, but don't take the Christmas Carols away from everybody just because you have a problem with some of the lyrics. I mean, why don't you go take a look at your kid's music collection? What do you think you'll find? Eminem, D12, all those other stupid fucking rappers? That's exactly what you'll find. And you know what? You're BUYING these CD's for your kids, you're letting them, no, ENCOURAGING them to listen to it, but you have a problem with some fucking Christmas Carols. So you'd rather have your kid listening to songs about bitches, guns, drugs, sex, and how life sucks, than songs about Jesus. You don't have to believe in Jesus, or anything Christian to enjoy the music. I'm agnostic, and I still loved those Christmas Carols. Hate the fuckers now, but they're just so repetitive it's annoying. But seriously. It's fucking Christmas. This MEANS something to these Christians. It's the birthday of Jesus, their lord and saviour and all that bullshit. I personally don't give a rat's ass if it was Jesus' birthday, or even Santa's Birthday. I don't fucking care. But they believe that, so what right do you have to prevent them from showing it? You gonna force them not to use anything with the word 'God' in it? Is that's what next? Oh, you have freedom of speech, but you can't say anything that would offend people. Everything I say offends SOMEBODY. I'm a very fucking offensive person. Chances are, you're offended RIGHT FUCKING NOW. Have I offended you, oh reader? Good. That means you're fucking normal. I'm not taking back anything I say on here. You got a problem? Go to my apology post. That's the only fucking apology you're every going to get from me, so you should fucking SAVOUR it.

But seriously, people. I don't particularly like Christmas, although I'm not opposed to giving gifts. I don't believe in Jesus, or God, or Santa, but do you see me crushing the beliefs of others? On here, I might rant about something which may offend people and seem to be trying to crush beliefs, but that's not what I'm trying to do. I'm stating my opinion. But I'm not going to fucking take somebody to fucking court because they erected a goddamn nativity scene and some cocksucker got offended. Just because you don't believe in something isn't grounds for a lawsuit, you fucking prick. Let them have their fucking nativity scenes. Let them have their goddamn annoying Christmas Carols. Let them have their birth of Christ. Let the kids have their Santa. These days, people NEED something to believe in. I don't understand faith, but if you have it, good for you, just don't be blinded by it. There's a difference between being faithful and being ignorant. Make sure you're not being ignorant, or chances are, you'll really piss me off and I'll attack you with something.

But faith. I don't understand it. I don't understand how people can put their entire lives into the hands of some 'God', that may or may not even exist. They say they know. They say they're certain. There is not a single goddamn thing that is certain in this world, I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Nothing. Nada. Diddly-fucking-squat. NOTHING IS CERTAIN, PEOPLE. I could wake up tomorrow, find that gravity is gone, and the sky is bright fucking pink. You can't say that won't happen. As much proof as you have against it, you can't say to a CERTAINTY that it wouldn't happen, because you can't possibly predict all of the variables involved. Hence, nothing is certain. It kinda bugs me when people talk about how God helped them through these hards times, how God sent them a message, God sent them a person. God didn't set anything into motion. If you pray one night, and meet the person of your dreams the next, that doesn't mean it was God. You can't just say that there's some divine will controlling your life, taking you to where you need to go. Well, you can, but you can't know for certain. Because nothing is certain. I will concede the point that maybe I'm wrong. But only for this occasion. Because I can't be certain that there isn't a God. I can't be certain that I'm right. I can't be certain that there isn't some divine will, guiding us and helping us. I can live with that. But don't give me any bullshit about how you have proof of God. No, you don't. The Bible? It's a book. I hate it when people use life itself as an example. You shut up. How the fuck do you know that God created life, that extremely unlikely coincidences made something happen? I don't know that he didn't, but it proves nothing! I've also heard that our planet is just in the right place, that it isn't burned up by the sun, and isn't frozen from being too away. Given the incredible number of planets and galaxies and everything out there, it had to happen somewhere. And people that think we're alone in the universe - same thing. But it's not proof that God exists. You can't prove God's existance. But yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it, that's why it's called FAITH. Having FAITH in something that may or may not be there. But what if you're wrong? Putting your life into the hands of some divine being that never existed? If anybody posts here saying that they're not wrong, that their faith is built on proof, and that they know for a fact that God exists and loves them, I will call you a stupid fuck-sponge and delete your post. So don't. YOU DON'T KNOW, DAMMIT. YOU CAN'T KNOW! NOTHING IS CERTAIN IN THIS STUPID FUCKING WORLD OF OURS, NOTHING!!!

*deep breath*

Sorry, I just have a lot of thoughts going through my head after Youth Group. Greg and Melissa, two people that run the place, were talking about how God set them on the right track, how he 'smacked them upside the head' because they'd been doing things stupidly, and right after they came to some grand realization, they met each other, and are now engaged to marry. Do they think that they wouldn't have met if they hadn't come to this grand revelation? Would they not have fallen in love like they did? I think things probably would have turned out the same, give or take. That's one of the things that pisses me off the most about faith. Whenever anything good happens, it's God working for you. But whenever anything bad happens, it's all part of God's will, it has a purpose. Are you saying that nothing is coincidence in this world of ours? I refuse to believe that. But seriously, there are people out there that would thank God for...Oh, I don't know, getting a high exam score, and say it was part of God's plan if they didn't. The time spent studying? Oh, that's not relevant! Shut up and die, you fucker. Shut up and die.

I couldn't have faith if I tried. Honestly. I couldn't believe in a God that may or may not exist, I couldn't shape my life after some person that may have been fictional. Oh, Jesus was real, you say. Once again, you can't be certain of anything. What you see as concrete proof means nothing to me. Records from that time? Yeah, those mean a hell of a lot to me. And even if he was real, I don't believe he did all these miracles. You cannot convince me that the Bible was anything more than a series of Children's stories. Stories designed to teach lessons and morales to kids. It's very likely that I'm wrong, but you can't prove it. What I say has no values either, because I can't prove anything, but this is all just leading in circles. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that nothing is certain in life, don't be deluded and think that there are certainties. There aren't. And don't try and fucking reverse my logic on me, and say that it isn't certain that there aren't certainties. Yeah, I can't prove that there aren't certainties, you can't prove there are, ect, etc. If I've offended you in any way in the above ranting, refer back to my apology post from last week.

Well, I've had a pretty good day. I skipped first period, hung out with Mitch instead. It was shortened, didn't matter. Mitch gave me pink shoelaces and two blank DVD's. I was quite pleased. And I got totally wired on caffeine. I actually ran into my first period teacher later in the day, and he asked me where I had been. I told him that I'd had Cancer, of a six-hour variety. He didn't believe me, of course, but oh well. I didn't miss anything. Mitch and I hung out some, and it was fun. Matt Robertshaw was there. He doesn't go to my school anymore, he graduated last year, but he came in because he got a ride with his sister, who DOES go there. He's really, really cool. He was talking with Mitch and I for a while, before he had to go catch a bus. That was fun. I also learned that that the things that keep the ceiling tiles in place are metal, and therefore magnetized. Almost lost my magnet...Bah! Then there was second period. I hung around with Ryan all period, talking briefly about the game we're making, and then just being all wired and jumpy. It was fun, but not productive in the least. Best kind of period. Then I skipped third...Well, after second, we had fifteen minute break, where I went back to my locker and met up with Jared. I also saw my girlfriend for a bit ^_^ Which was especially good, since I hadn't seen her at all yesterday because she was sick! Kissing is so much fun...But yeah. She had to go write a test, otherwise I would have tried to convince her to skip with me. I had already convinced Jared, so yeah. Although that wouldn't have been fun for Jared, since I would have spent the entire period trying to kiss Vero or some such thing...lol. But yeah, Jared and I added Rachel Fairholme to our rag-tag party, and popped some popcorn. I love popcorn. I got a thing with BIG fucking bags of popcorn. I mean, damn. Like...At least 1.5 times as big. Big! Then we played Blackjack all period...That was fun. Then the bell rang, and I went to class to watch the end of Patch Adams, which we've been watching the past couple days. But I just got distracted and ended up playing Solitaire with the deck of cards I'd used for blackjack...So yeah. I got the gist of it, the girl dies, he graduates, his ass is showing. Great. Then there was the Christmas Assembly. It was pretty good, I guess. We didn't expect there to be such a long line to get in, though...Ugh. Damn line. We were near the end, so most of the seats were taken, and I couldn't find my girlfriend :( Made me sad. So I sat at the back with Jared and Rick, and added my commentary to most of it. My girlfriend was part of the opening video, which was pretty good. Of course, I would have changed a few shots, but I just have a different style. Jared and I would have made a great opening video...lol. But the one she helped with was very good. I liked most of the shots, disliked a couple, and loved a couple. They thought of some things Jared and I wouldn't have thought of, that's for sure. All in all, it was a great video, with some exceptional shots. Kudos, Vero, Rachel, and the rest. But yeah, the acts were pretty good, too. Jared made a KICK-ASS flash video for the hosts. It was great. One of the hosts exploded :) Good times were had by all. Then there was all the singing, which was pretty redundant, but not bad. The scantily clad female dancers. The usual, you know. At one point, Rick turned to Jared and I and asked if we'd just watched porn. lol. Funny stuff. But there were some HORRIBLE acts. The one guy doing his beatboxing thing or whatever it's called...UGH. He sucked so much ass. And the stupid dancing things with the shitty rap music. Especially the first one, with one guy and four girls dancing. IF YOU CAN CALL THAT DANCING! It was horrible, the music made me want to kill them. There were gunshots in the song, and the guy would fall around to them. If I'd had a sniper rifle, he wouldn't have been falling to the song, that's for sure. Then the second one...I mean, just because you're girls without much clothing doesn't mean your act is good. Most of the horny young males enjoyed it, but I was more pissed off that they took the opening from a good Kool and the Gang song, and not the rest of it. It's a damn good song, too! Bastards. Well, I suppose the technical term would be 'bitches'. But yeah. Then Rick and I had to leave...Bus to catch and all. I went around the school once, on the very off chance that Vero had left early to catch a bus she usually takes home. But, of course, she didn't. So Rick and I wandered around the school once, then went to wait for the bus. Man...No school for two weeks. I'm psyched.

But yeah. That was a long paragraph. I wonder how many words I'm up to here....See, this is the good stuff. When I have something to rant about, and I'm full of caffeine, I have no control over how long the post is going to end up. It just happens. The only way I stop it is if I take the effort and end it, and I only do that if I have something important to do, which I never do. But yeah...Word count!

Word Count: 2,646.

There's nothing good on tv until 12 though, so I'm going to rant for a while more. But I have no idea what I want to talk about now. I've kind of used up my topics for the day...Of course, I had a few other things that seemed important enough to rant about in here today, but I remember none of them. My Aunt is in town. YAY! She lives in Florida, so I haven't seen her in years. Plus, I got $50 from her as a Christmas present. Which is probably going to go towards presents for OTHER PEOPLE that I need to get...Which reminds me, I really need to find something for Vero...I was talking to Ryan about this today in class, girls are hard to shop for, harder when you're dating them. It's hard enough as it is, but when you're dating them, if you screw up, you pay the consequences. The standard fall-back gift is jewelry. That's your standard guy-to-girl gift, if you can't think of anything else. But just giving jewelry brings up the possibility of accusations of 'Not knowing them', not caring enough about them to really put thought into a gift, etc. As you can tell, I've ALREADY put a bunch of thought into a gift for her, and come up with nothing. As of Sunday, we'll have been dating for one month. The month seems to have gone fast, too...But yeah, gotta figure something out for her...What ARE her interests? What does she want? Blargh, it's so confusing. Do I put extra thought into it, and put risk into getting something I THINK she'll like? Or do I ask her and ruin the element of surprise? Oh, woe is me! The choices, the choices! But I now have $50...I should be able to get her just about anything I'd think of, right? CD's...Clothing...Jewelry...These can be attained for a price like that...But CD's, I don't really know her taste in music. Besides, most music is just downloaded now, CD's aren't used as much. I should invite her over sometime during the break, JUST to play video games. She likes video games, but can't play them. That'd be cool, but I tend to be a back-seat gamer, especially when I've played the game enough. That'd just annoy her. But if I could find a good co-op game...Then I could play WITH her, and then help her instead of back-seat gaming. But yeah, I'll have to do that over the break. And...uhhh...If anybody has any ideas for presents for her, please, tell me! She's one of the very, very few people I'm actually getting stuff for. I tend not to get Christmas presents for friends, just because I'm a lazy ass. But I gotta find something for Jared, my family, and her...This is what I hate about Christmas. I like getting gifts, hate finding them for people. Blargh.

But yeah...Man, this is going to be an AMAZING Christmas Break. I'm actually going to be hanging out with friends and such. Mitch wants to beat the original Final Fantasy, and I want to help him (on actual console, of course!), he's going to be having a LAN party, I think...Jared's going to be having a LAN party, Steve's having a party, we're going to have a LotR marathon at Mitch's once I get the third extended edition for Christmas, and I have a girlfriend I can go on dates with and such over the Christmas break. I think this is going to be a very fun one. But you know what I hate? When plans fall through. Rachel Wever spoke to me before about how she wanted to get people from the group together to go see a movie after school on Friday (today), but that was all I heard of it. Apparently, she called while I was gone at the youth group or something, but if she was trying to organize something NOW, it's way too late for tonight. But yeah, a couple people called, my mom said she thought Rachel was one of them, so I'm not even entirely sure. Oh, I forgot a few other things I'm going to be doing over the Christmas break. Jared and I are gonna get together and watch Star Trek: Wrath of Khan, there might be a Starcraft party at SlipperyChicken's place of residence, and I'm going to be getting together with Jared, Kate, and Rob as well. The four of us get together every now and then, as we became friends in 'ologies last year, and...yeah. Not very often, though. All these plans, and that's not to mention all of the video game playing I intend to do! I'm going to get a couple new games, Eric's going to get new games, hopefully KotoR 2, Rick's getting his computer back, with World of Warcraft. I think this is going to turn out to be one of the best Christmas Breaks I've ever had. I just hope I'll be able to see my girlfriend enough over the break...lol. I know I can get Jared whenever I want to hang out with him. That boy won't have anything better to do. All I have to do is mention Wrath of Khan, Growlanser, and whatever other new games I get, and he'll be here. Oh, he'll be here. Doesn't have a good system of his own, no PS2, no Xbox...Tsk, tsk. But yeah. My girlfriend tends to be fairly busy, so hanging out with her will probably be more problematic than hanging out with Jared, but also with certain...benefits that I quite frankly don't want to have with Jared. I'll take making out with HER to doing so with HIM any day. *shudders at the thought* And on that note, I'ma go watch Justice League. Damn fine television program. Another word count is in order, though.

3,624! Nice. Anyways...

Until next time,
The only mind at rest is a dead mind.
~Kataron

To Your Tomorrow

I'm finally done my project dealy. Presented it today. Could have gone better...Could have gone worse. I forgot my opening :( Well, didn't FORGET it, but forgot to DO it. Yeah...Clearly it's Jared's fault. Yep.

You know what's fun? Developing black and white pictures. You can only fit three people in the room though. Well, there's three stations in the room, that is. It's a much larger room, but it's not JUST a dark room. It's also a studio, with a high key background. That means the background that's 'seamless' and 'white'. It's neither. You can clearly see the marks on it, that seperate different board thingies. And it's very, very dirty. It's had to be repainted a few times now, annoyingly enough.

But yeah. It's fun. I spent pretty much all of period one in there today with Devon Born and Julia Fraser. We messed up more than our fair share of pictures :p We ended up trying to 'dispose' of the evidence, taking the messed up pictures with us, so Mr. Vidug wouldn't find them in the garbage or anything. I got a fairly good picture of Jared developed...But it had a line through it...I'm going to have to ask Mr. V about that. I probably messed it up somehow...Which means he's probably going to use it as an example of what NOT to do. Without asking me, of course. It's just what seems to happen. But oh well. One day of class left, I'm fine. It doesn't matter what happens. I intend to do no work tomorrow. I intend to consume mass amounts of caffeine and sugar. And I intend to make an ass out of myself somehow. Haven't figured out how quite yet. Yep.

My girlfriend wasn't at school today :( Made me sad. But she'll be there tomorrow! Yay! I still need to figure stuff out so we can get together over the break. But a lot of that can be done over MSN. I kinda figured she wouldn't be there today, though. Her Screen Name from last night mentioned something about not being at school the next day. She was sick. Yep. But yeah, tomorrow's the last day of school. I'm psyched. I mean, I do diddly squat in first period no matter what. Second, Ryan and I are just gonna be talking about our game, making jokes and having some nerdy fun. Third, we're doing nothing. And fourth, we're watching Patch Adams. That's a funny movie :) Then there's lunch. Then the Christmas Assembly! Yay! I'ma have to find my girlfriend and/or Jared before it starts though, so I can have people to sit with. Otherwise I'd get lonely and probably do something stupid. Heheheheh...I remember last year's Christmas Assembly. And by that, I mean I had a balloon. Instead of applauding whenever anything ended, I'd wave the balloon and say 'Yay Christmas!'. Good times. Rick hated that balloon so...Okay, something you should know about me, I can be very, very, very obsessive. At the time, I was obsessed with this balloon that I had acquired earlier in the day. Then Rick tried to kill it, so I got really pissed off at him. Heheheheh...He hated the balloon so much. According to him, I valued it over our friendship. BUT IT WAS RED, DAMMIT! A RED BALLOON! How could I lose?! Red's a damn fine colour.

Okay...Caffeine kicking in FULL EFFECT here. I figure I'll finish this entry, then go play some Growlanser...I was gonna try and make this entry at least 3,000 words, but I honestly don't have the attention span for that right now. I'd rather play Growlanser. :)

I just beat a boss today in it. Took me an hour and a goddamn half. That was a fucking hard boss! Wiped me out four or five times yesterday...Bastard. Some ancient evil reincarnated, was in the form of a girl that was there...You know, the usual. But it summoned all of these goddamn Yungs! Yungs are very annoying monsters. High hit points, good defense, good offense, and regenerating health over time...Blargh. There were eight of them, four coming at me from either side. Well, technically there were four sides. One led to nowhere. Two (opposites) led to where the Yungs were coming in. And the fourth, opposite to the first, led to the giant chained boss. But of COURSE, the boss has ranged attacks and magic. Blargh. And the Yungs...First time I did it, I tried to take out the Yungs first. BUT THEY KEPT COMING! More spawned...There was the original eight, and by the end, about eight more. Luckily, they went down in level...Well, down ONE level. I had two melee characters guarding each Yung Path, with the two spellcasters and two ranged units in the middle. One melee guy died early on, leaving the main character to tend to a path by himself...NOT FUCKING EASY. Especially when you lose the game as soon as your main guy dies...I would have switched him with Brett, a Spearman I picked up RIGHT before the fight, but the moving would have taken too long, and the paths would have been overrun. It's a very tactical game...Not easy. I'm just lucky I have some magic gems equipped with my ranged characters that make their indirect attack ranges infinite...That means I can leave my ranged characters at the start of the level, and they can still shoot anything that gets in the way, in the entire level :)

Good stuff. But yeah...I kinda want to go play that now...Jared's working on an essay or something, so I won't have HIM to talk to...My girlfriend's still sick...On-line, but sick...And she didn't respond last time I tried to talk to her, so I'm not going to bother now...And there's not really anyone else on-line to talk to...Well, there's Ryan, but he and I would just get into a lengthy and very humerous conversation, and then I'd NEVER get to Growlanser...Oh, woe is me. Yeah, Growlanser now...I'll have more time to update here from this point on, but my life is going to get really, really, really slow. Oh, I got a new DVD today! Wrath of Kahn. Awesome. But I left it on my bus...I just have to hope somebody pointed it out to the driver :S Yeah...Jared and I are gonna watch it over the Christmas Break. Our Programming Teacher is Mr. Kaune, so we have to quote Star Trek a lot. But yeah, Growlanser now.

Until next time,
KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
~Kataron

Christmas Sucks

What's this I see? Could it be? IT IS! Good job, Jared! My blog is now using the Century Gothic font, the font that makes Jared think of me when he sees it, 'cause I used it on MSN for years.

w00t! But no long post now, it's 7:37 in the morning, I'm just checking a few sites before school. I need to check a few more.

Presentation today...:S

Wish me luck! Though by the time anybody reads this, my presentation will be done...Wish me luck anyway.

Until next time,
Mommy, why does the cat chase the mouse? Because the mouse is made of tasty, tasty cheese, son. Tasty, tasty cheese.
~Kataron

Bark At The Moon

I reek...of...work! GET IT OFF ME! SOMEBODY GET IT OFF ME!

Ergchagltjec....I just spent the past four fucking hours working on my goddamn project. It's done, but I fucking REEK of work. It's weird for me to have done work...I mean, if this had been on anything else, I'd have gotten smarter while working on it. But luckily, I didn't. But just to be safe, I think I'm gonna bash my head into some walls later, consume mass amounts of Coke and Sugar, and maybe try to run through a wall. We'll see how it goes.

Anyways, sorry about how short this post is, but it's already 11. Which means I have to go to bed...But don't worry, folks! Now all this...work...nonsense is done, I have a lot more time to do nothing, which means more updates! Yay! I'ma spoil you guys! ^_^

But yeah. Sleep....I'll need my energy to be crazy during presentation tomorrow.

Until next time,
Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to think like a plant?
~Kataron

Heavy Metal Christmas

Yarr. I decided to present the project on Thursday instead of tomorrow. I lose five marks, but what's the difference? I'm gonna fail pretty much no matter what. Five marks, big whoop.

This way is so much better...I get to be less stressed. I'd go nuts if I had to do it all tonight. I got all the information now, spent two hours tonight punching data into the calculator on the computer, finding averages, and percentages...420 numbers what had to go in, in total.

I had seven classes to compare.

With ten examples from each class, complete with stats.

Six stats per class.

That's 420 numbers. My sources tell me THAT'S A FUCKING LOT. Blargh. But yeah, done THAT part...I just need to make the graphs tomorrow, and I'm super. Well, going to fail, but still super. Super! And MAN, can I ever put on a presentation! I'll have the class laughing, crying...Mostly laughing. At me. Unintentionally. I kind of want to rip off my shirt in the middle of it for dramatic purposes. But I like my shirts, don't want to ruin any of them. 'sides, they'd all be blinded with my sexiness. That's...it...yeah...ANYWAYS.

I did it. The girl that reads in class? She was reading while he was talking, AS FUCKING USUAL, and then when he was done, she turned to me and asked to see the note. Well, first she reached over and tried to take it WITHOUT asking, but she asked after I pulled it back. Then I told her she should have been paying attention instead of reading her book :) I was quite pleased with myself. But she was singing again. God, that pisses me off. But one day, I'll teach everybody who ever pissed me off :)

I'm such an angry person...It's fun. Angry, violent, AND I have nice shoes. Yep! Plus, I'm turning Japanese. Oh yes. I'm turning Japanese. I think I'm turning Japanese. I really think so.

I'm not crazy.

GROWLANCER IS FUCKING AWESOME. I've played...I think about nine hours since I got it. Nine or seven...I'm not sure which. Both of those numbers just stand out in my mind when I think about it...I've been framed for murder, poisoned, attacked by some crazy enemies, and then some. I've gathered an archer from a rich family, a wise-cracking dude with throwing knives, an ex-mercenary ex-arena champion, a spy with some kick-ass magic, and a guy that wears a jacket off of his shoulders at all times. Quite the party, eh? I'm about to join a war. The sideplots in the game are most excellent.

But yeah. Man, Final Projects piss me off. But you know what's good? My girlfriend finished the movie she's been spending her lunch-hours doing, so I'll be able to have lunch with her again ^_^ Yay! You know what I've noticed? As we've progressed into the relationship, currently having been together for...Three weeks last Sunday...But yeah, the goodbye kisses seem to be getting longer. I'm not complaining or anything, it's just what I noticed today. The goodbye kisses are now 3-4 times longer than they were just last week! It's pretty awesome.

Ummm...There isn't much else happening in my life right now. Veronica, Growlancer, Final Project, Generic schoolwork...In that order. That's about it...Oh, I found out my discman can't be fixed. Saddened me. It was a good discman, worked well for about a year. So logically, we need to give it a good death. We're going to smash it with a flaming sledge hammer. :) It will die an honourable, and flaming death!

You may think I'm crazy, but I'm not. I are teh shit. End of fuckin' story.

Dum dee dee! Dum doo doo. Wizard is CLEARLY the superior class. Do you know how many SPELLS they have?! HOLY SHIT! So many. Of course, they're broken up into sub-categories, conjuration, necromancy, abjuration, etc.

Dammit. I need to buy Christmas gifts for people....I need to get something for Vero, for Jared, for James (he seems to have something for me, so yeah...), my family, and the person I drew for the secret santa thing. Yeah...I'm not good with presents. If anybody can think of anything these people want, tell me. If you ARE one of these people, give me a hint. This is the hard part of Christmas...I put this off so much, and I don't have any of my own money to spend on stuff...Blergh. But on a lighter note, this is a damn fine song. Trance Mega Man Theme again...Man, I love it. LOVE IT.

Love scares me. It does. But I don't really want to go into that right now. It's just been popping into my mind lately...It's such a powerful emotion. But once you have it, it's there for quite some time, and it opens you up to more pain than I feel necessary...But yeah...Enough of that, eh?

I can't wait to move in with Jared! I was thinking about it tonight, it's gonna be awesome. But we both need jobs, money, and other people with jobs and money what can afford to move out with us. It'd be nice if it could just be him and I, but I doubt that'd work. I can't wait for the late-night conversations. Those are the highlights of when he spends the night here, or when my parents go away for a weekend. He usually comes over, spends the night, we play video games, and he spends another night 'cause he misses the bus. lol. It's happened more than once :p Tricky buses...But those are always the best parts of the weekend. Too tired to hold anything back, too interested to sleep. It's weird. I wonder if I could have conversations like that with anybody else...Only time will tell, I suppose. One of the best things about talking with Jared is that we agree on almost EVERYTHING. It's craziness. Plus, we constantly poke fun at the sucky society we live in today. As you may or may not be able to tell, I can't think of much to talk about, but don't want to end this post :p

Ummm...I like...video games...And breasts. Breasts are good. Very good. I need to go see some movies. There looks to be some damn good ones coming out. One of the guys in my Comm. Tech class is always watching movie trailers on the computers. I watched a couple today, there are some really cool movies coming out. ButI haven't been to see a movie since the third Harry Potter movie...Good movie, but that was a while ago. It's out on VHS and all that now.

I really need to think of some things to ask for for Christmas...I need a new discman. I want a copy of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Extended Edition of RotK. I'm not even sure what GAMES I want, that are coming out...Blergh. That's pretty bad, for me. I've just been so caught up with Growlancer...Even before it came out, it was the only game I really thought about. Totally worth the wait, but that's not enough. I'm thinking Ratchet and Clank: Up Your Arsenal. Going Commando was a great game, this is the sequel. It's nearly identical, but with more weapons, better weapon progression (four upgrades per weapon, whereas the last had one upgrade), and multiplayer. I really hope my dad gets me that computer, too...I'm going NUTS not being able to play computer games...Rick's computer is still in the shop...Right after he got World of Warcraft, too :( But it's all good...He's getting it back, with new parts, and more RAM. It'll make World of Warcraft even better. I'm happy. But yeah.

Well, I have to go to bed now. Goodnight, peoples of the intranet. It's like the internet, but with more a's. Yep.

Until next time,
If we can unlock it's power, we can...do stuff! Like...Toast bread. Without a toaster. *applause*
~Kataron

Hotel California

Howdy, all. I...Well, I don't want to work anymore.

In my project on finding the ultimate class, I have, so far, compiled an average set of stats for each of the seven following classes:

Barbarian.
Cleric.
Fighter.
Ranger.
Rogue.
Sorceror.
Wizard.

Yep. Compiled average stats, found number of skills, found weapon proficiencies, class features. I'm also going to rant about probabilities, as Dungeons and Dragons is a very probability-based game. I'm also going to rant about the origins of the game, and each class in more detail. I'm going to try to draw attention away from the fact that there isn't really that much math. I'll just repeat the same information over and over again. With my charisma, I'll be fine. With the presentation aspect, anyways. This class already knows I'm nuts, I've got diddly-squat to hide from them. I hope one of them is a dumbass Christian that has feelings against D&D. No, I'm not trying to say that ALL Christians have problems with it, but it's just plain stupid that some do. Mostly adults, though...Talking about how it relates to occultism, and worshipping Satan, and suicide, and murder. Those fuckers think it increases violence, eh? I'LL KILL THEM ALL AND DRINK THEIR BLOOD! That's what they'd THINK I'd say. In reality, I'll just kill them. Who knows where that blood has been? Ew. I'll stick to sucking mine out of any cuts I get, thank you very much.

But it's really just disgusting how ignorant some people can be. I mean, I have some good friends that love Role-Playing. Christian ones, at that. Jared, Seth...They love RP! In fact, Seth convinced ME to join an RP board, and is organizing a LARP! But I was just doing research, and there's been a lot of Anti-RP stuff. And you know how it all started? A mom blamed D&D for the suicide of her son. Her son, who was depressed, and looked up to Hitler. But what was to blame? D&D. A study done about ten years after the game first came out (mind you, this was about...1987, when I was BORN), looking for teen suicides and relations to RP. It was expected that, WITHOUT RP influence, there should have been about 500 suicides for the group studied. They thought it would be higher, because D&D was evil. It turned out to be seven. That's right, seven. SEVEN. Anyways, yeah. This is just what I read. I'm not crazy.

You know what pisses me off? People that answer Rhetorical Questions. They're Rhetorical for a reason, goddammit. What, do you think you're being funny by answering it? Do you honestly think that it was a real question? Or do you answer it just to ruin the question? If a RHETORICAL QUESTION is answered, it's point becomes redundant, and then just seems stupid. Thanks a lot, you just fucked up the point! It doesn't take -that- much to differentiate between a normal question and that of a rhetorical nature. I mean, really, people. I don't mind if you answer it with something not serious and funny, and you don't do it -every- time. But if you're going to answer every goddamn question...Then I should smack you. And I will. What, do you feel that the person is really wanting to know, and everybody else is just not answering because they don't know? You think you're smarter than them, is that it? Fuck you. It pisses me off so much. But then again, what doesn't?

It's the little things that get to me the most. The things that people don't realize they're doing, or don't realize that it's bothering anybody. Small displays of arrogance. A girl in my class today asked what she missed on Friday, to no-one in particular. I turned to her, as she sits next to me, and said 'I don't remember'. She didn't even bother to turn to me, she just said 'I wasn't asking you'. How rude is that? It's damn rude, is what it is. Who the fuck was she asking? Everybody BUT me, I guess. She's just lucky she didn't try to copy my note from Friday. I would have said something mean. I like saying mean things, especially to arrogant people who think they know more than you, and that they're somehow better than you.

You know what ELSE pisses me off? When people sing in class. Just to themselves. While they're working. Does it not enter into your little heads that maybe it's annoying other people who are TRYING to work? NO! IT DOESN'T! Or if it did, then you don't care! But really, shut up. Don't sing to yourself in class. You can sing all you want, IN THAT TINY HEAD OF YOURS. But unless you want me to break out into song and dance, singing the Mario theme, complete with on-the-spot made-up lyrics, while YOU'RE trying to concentrate on your work, then fine, sing all you fucking want. But please note, I reserve the right to kill you.

The way I figure it, I have priority over everything. If a car hits me, it's not my fault. Even if it's a green light. I HAVE RIGHT OF WAY, DAMMIT! I can go where I want, nobody can stop me. People in halls? MOVE IT OR LOSE IT! I have right of way. Not you, me. I don't have to move for you, but I'm legally entitled to shove you out of the way if I feel disinclined to move aside. But I usually just move. I'm what I like to call a 'Hall Weaver'. I weave through halls with ease. It's an art, really. You have to anticipate what people are going to do, and move to react to it. It's not an exact science, but it works most of the time. I'm one of the few people I've noticed that does it...I like to just NARROWLY avoid people. Give people something to think about. 'THAT GUY ALMOST HIT ME!" Yeah, that's right I did. You're lucky to be alive. FEEL LUCKY! LIVE EACH DAY TO IT'S FULLEST! And whatever you do, don't drink Pepsi!

The little things, my friends. The little things. I know, I go on about this a lot now, but it's important. Very important. How often will a big thing happen, anyway? Well, with DRAMA QUEENS, it seems to be every second of every day. But with most of us, it's not that often at all. Maybe something seems big, but you have to have perspective. And depression just sort of heaps on the big things. Almost enlarging the little ones, just so they'll qualify. I know this from experience...Depression is not a fun thing. I'm pretty sure each and every one of us has been seriously depressed before. Don't try to deny it. It's normal for teens to get depressed. Geez, I was depressed for half a friggin' year. Then I got my internet back, and stumbled on to internet dating...Never even knew what I was missing with real girls and all. It's pretty pathetic...I always used to argue that they weren't -that- different. Hell yes they are! The simple act of holding hands, one of the many LITTLE THINGS, can mean so much.

Wow, I hadn't expected to get into any rants like this for a while...Which reminds me, I should probably check my RP board...I kinda attacked one of the other players in one thread, and I'm gonna score in another. Yeah, you heard me. Kataron's found a local wench, and shall bed her. JUST so I can be caught using magic and run out of town by an angry mob with pitchforks and torches. And the real reason behind it? So I can do that TOPLESS. That's the real reason. Plus, Kataron wanted to get smashed at the pub.

Awesome. My master, Lord Rion of Fire is totally going evil. It's great. It's great, because I'm evil, I love being evil. Being evil is great.

Blah, I think I'm just about done with blogging for tonight...Just finishing on my RP forum. It's really fun. Especially since I'm RP'ing with Ryan and Jared. They're really good. Both very creative. That's VERY important with RolePlaying. Very, very important. Which reminds me, I should start working on my story again soon...Posting chapters up here...Getting comments on them...That's what I was getting Jared to do before, when I was writing it. One of the last times he spent the night here, he brought out the story that I'd printed off a year and a half ago, and read it out loud, forcing me to listen to it. It made me want to start writing again, but I'm very easily distracted. I should be able to do short chapters on here without too much trouble...I just hope my writing will be good enough to appease you critics. I bet you'd love to criticize that, wouldn't you? WELL YOU CAN'T! It's not FOR you. Oh, Gabe, you crack me up. Okay, I just tried to find the webcomic that gave me the whole critic thing, but I can't find that exact comic...the site is www.penny-arcade.com , though You should go there. It is most awesome. And Gabe is better than Tycho. IN YO FACE, BI-ATCH! That was directed to Jared. He and I were Tycho and Gabe, in that order. He Tycho, Me Gabe. That's how we worked it out when we first started reading the strip. Those guys are geniuses. I love them. My life would be complete if I could shake their hands.

But yeah. It's just about 11...I wanna see how many words this is, just to see how much I've done when I should have been working on my project.

Ah, only about 1,600 words. Not much for me, but I've been projecting. I hate work. I'm glad we're about to get two weeks off, although I'm going to have to organize to do stuff with Vero over the break. We won't get to see each other every day at school :( I'm sure I can manage...But yeah. Gotta get that worked out. And I have to see Jared over the break...Show off Growlancer. He'll piss his little panties, as my dad would say. It's awesome.

Anyways, that's all for me tonight!

Until next time,
Never accept rides from strangers, unless they offer you candy. Or sexual favours.
~Kataron

Gotta Knock A Little Harder

Happiness is just a word to me, and it might have meant a thing or two if I'da known the difference...

Emptiness, a lonely parody, and my life another smoking gun, a sign of my indifference...

Man...Rhyming difference with indifference is just dumb. I never noticed that 'til now...Just so's you know, those are the first two lines of the song mentioned in the title of the post. From Cowboy Bebop. Now THAT is some good anime. Watch it. WATCH IT NOW!

Now...I know this normally isn't my style for this blog, but I've been informed, via my girlfriend's livejournal, that if myself and two other people don't fill these out, we're going to die. And painfully, at that. That's never fun, so here's a quiz-type dealy...

And blargh, copying it all makes it all come without breaks, so I gotta go do it a line at a time...:

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Nate
2. Kataron
3. Best Buddy Nate-Guy (I swear to God, I'm going to make those kids regret that.)

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. Hey, baby. I'm a hampster. Looking for a good time?
2. Oh Dear. I seem to have shit myself. Again.
3. Kataron

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Uhhhhh...Oh dear, this is hard...My hair.
2. My...Shoes.
3. THERE IS NOTHING ELSE LIKABLE ABOUT ME.

THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Geez, where do I start? My face, for one.
2. My ENTIRE body.
3. My mind...It scares me sometimes.

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. British
2. Also British
3. Not British

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Spiders.
2. Clowns. THANKS A LOT, STEVEN KING.
3. Being miniscule in a giant world.

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. My computer.
2. Coca-Cola.
3. This blog. I'd go nuts without it.

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Black Button Shirt...
2. Black Jeans...
3. Black Dress Shoes. I'm so shade co-ordinated.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS (or artists at the moment):
1. Barenaked Ladies, as always.
2. Whoever did the Final Fantasy Music. mmmmm....
3. I really don't listen to much music...*picks random song on Winamp* NOFX.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. NOFX - Don't Call Me White
2. Spirit of the West - Home for a Rest
3. Trance - Mega Man Theme

THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
1. Ummm....Having a party with a few good friends when my parents are away.
2. LARPING! Live Action Role Playing. ^_^
3. Taking over the world. But more specifically, surprising my girlfriend with flowers. Never been able to do that before :p

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):
1. For them to do the little things that show they care.
2. Being able to speak and be understood without speaking
3. To...be appreciated...

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
1. I can be really, really, really depressed.
2. I'm paranoid. LIKE A FOX!
3. I love decorating my Christmas Tree.

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX (or same) THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. Eyes.
2. Intelligence.
3. Humour.
In that order.

THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. NOT be pathetic.
2. Pass a math exam...Urgh, failed it every year, still passed the course.
3. Open myself up to people that aren't Jared. Or sometimes Rachel. (but not very often)

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Video Games.
2. Reading.
3. ATTEMPTING to write things. Remember the book I was doing? I know you do, Jared! I'ma start it again. ^_^

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Kiss my girlfriend.
2. Not be in danger of failing math...
3. Move out!

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Computer Programmer. (as you can tell, the only career I'm really considering...)
2. Professional Hobo.
3. Video Game Character. Shut up, I can do it.

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Hmmm...Florida again. It was nice. But hot.
2. Egypt. Pyramids rule.
3. Somewhere in Europe. Maybe England. That'd be nice. England's in or around Europe, right? Humour me, I got a 51 in Geography. :

THREE KID'S NAMES:
1. Wein
2. Arthur
3. Franklin Rosevelt. Shut up.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. I'd like to have sex before I die...lol. At least once...
2. Start a Software Company / Cyber Cafe.
3. Feel loved and not be worried about losing it.

Yeah. There you go. At the request of my girlfriend, you now know more about me. Good for you. I think I should probably get to work on that project...But all I want to do is go upstairs and play Growlancer :( I'm poisoned, and I need to get the fucker what framed me for murder. Or at least brutally slaughter his friends and family. That'd be nice :)

Gurgh...I'm so screwed for my project...So very screwed...I'm going to be doing most of it the night before. But oh well, if it's not done, I do it the next day, and lose five marks. Not like I'm gonna pass anyway...

But yeah, I gotta learn the history of Dungeons and Dragons for my project...A bit of distraction, so they don't notice the lack of math. I'll probably yammer on about probability and odds...And explain the game. Yeah...Anywho.

Until next time,
Why the fuck can't I get the Wedding Theme from Final Fantasy Six out of my head...?
~Kataron

Flames Of Valour OC ReMix

Hey hey. This is going to be a rather short post, as I have just over ten minutes before I have to go to bed. How was Growlancer, you ask? (well, you'd be asking it if you saw my last post...)

It's amazing! Totally awesome. The combat system is freakin' sweet, the characters are interesting, the animations are good, the character growth and skill systems are well done. It's a great game. I'm pretty happy. Well, I suppose saying that isn't technically true, but I'm fairly happy compared to my normal self. Not really saying much, but yeah.

According to a psych test I took, I'm depressed. Do I seem depressed to you? If you're reading this, and know me, drop a comment here, tell me if I seem depressed to you. I can be depressed, I guess...But this thing said I was among the top 2% of depressed teens. Now, seeing as how 2% is a very small percentage, I'd say that would make me quite depressed. Especially compared to the usual feelings of teens. I mean, show me a teen that's never depressed, and I'll show you one who's either blissfully ignorant (and soon to be given a rude awakening when they realize that life sucks), constantly stoned, or just plain dumb.

But you know what depresses me the most? The little things. Yeah, I've spoken about the little things in previous posts. They're what really matters, I tell you. They're what make the big things happen...Or not happen. But...the little things get to me the most. I mean, the big things really get to me, but the little things are so numerous, they can't help but get to me. What kind of little things? I dunno...Somebody leaving right after coming on, somebody not returning your IM's, somebody saying something that's a joke to them, but hurts to you. The little things. There are COUNTLESS other little things that happened, but I just pulled a few out of my ass. The little things, my friends, are really the big things. Fuck you, I don't need to make sense. I haven't had much sleep this weekend, I'm tired and depressed, so cut me some fucking slack.

Blargh. I hate getting to the point where it becomes a challenge to keep your eyes open. That's when you should be going to bed, but...blog. Okay, don't expect any major posts in the next three days either, okay? I have a Final Project I need to present on Wednesday. I started the research about two hours ago. So yeah...Lots of work that needs to be done. But in the end, I'm just going to use my presenting skills to pull it off. All I need is enough material to rant on about math stuff for about...five minutes, and my tangents will fill the rest of the alotted(sp?) time. 'Well, actually....Barbarians don't wear full armour. They stick with the light stuff. Oh, and did you know that all Barbarians start out as illiterate?' Stuff like that. I'll probably end up posting my speech for that here, although it'll only be a fraction of what I say, with all my crazy tangents and randomness. I'm doing a comparison of classes in D&D. I've collected examples of ten different characters for seven different classes. That's 70 characters in total, and I'm going to average the stats and such. Then compare abilities between classes, armoud and weapon proficiencies...If all else fails, I'll just make a lot of shit up. I'm good at that.

But yeah, it's time for me to go to bed. And between Growlancer, and this Final Project, there won't be any uber-rants for at least three days. Minor ones, but nothing big. Sorry, folks.

Until next time,
I press the button...Nothing happens. Is the button broken, or am I?
~Kataron

Oh...My...God.

Holy shit.

Hot damn.

FUCK YEAH!

It's in.

It's here!

Three months, and it's here!

Growlanser Generations is, right now, resting on my lap.

This has been a pretty awesome weekend for me. I mean, Dave's party kicked some major ass. And now this. Hot damn. There's only ONE thing I could think of that would have made this weekend better, and that was if I could have spent some time with my girlfriend. I lost count of how many times I said at the party that I wished Vero was there. I also lost count of the number of times I thought about her...Even after I had a mild suspiscion(sp?) that she blocked me :p It's actually pretty pathetic...But eh, I'm a hopeless romantic.

Enough of that, it's in. Three months. THREE MONTHS! I'm so fucking psyched right now. Don't expect my posts to be as long for a while, lol. Unless my brother's on the PS2....'cause I'm going to be spending a lot of time with this game. A lot. Holy crap. I'm just...I can't describe how I feel right now. It's...well, indescribable!

The games...Two of them, two discs, in one case...The watch...So shiny...so beautiful...The instruction manual...So full of wonderous pictures! The ring...On the chain...So shiny...

I'm in heaven.

I need to play this.

And has anybody else ever noticed that there's a 'New Game Smell'? Like New Car Smell, to some people, but this...There is a smell. It smells like happy.

Until next time,
My life is now officially complete. Thank you.
~Kataron

I are teh shit. TEH SHIT.

Yo ho wombaticon. We just woke up 'round here...And ate breakfast. Now it's sometime between...11:37 and 11:39...That's about as much as I know. Anyways, yeah. Great night. I was feeling kind of down, I blame caffeine down-time for most of it, but then more coke and CRAZY VIDEO GAMES *echo* video games, video games, video games...

The video games were good. VERY good. 99 life survival match good. DAMN, that was fun. I got the most kills, interestingly enough. Dave had the most lives left...Like...20, and then Eric died 'cause I hit him with my sword. A few times. Well, a few hundred times. That was hella-fun. And in doing it, Mewtwo(sp?) was unlocked. That damn dirty pokemon. I fucking hate pokemon. They're little bitches is what they are.

Anyways, we're gonna play a little more Mario Party 5. YEAH, BABY!

Until next time,
Hey, baby. I'm a hampster. Lookin' for a good time?
~Kataron

Can I get a w00t w00t?

Hey hey peoples indiginous to the internet. I'm at Dave's party right now. He and Eric have wandered upstairs to go get more Ice Cream Pie (that's right. And it's fucking awesome.), so I decided to take this opportunity to post on here. Mostly 'cause the flavour of Ice Cream Pie I liked is finished. *sniff* But yeah. There's been some major video gaming done here. First, Super Smash Bros. Melee, then Mario Party 5. THEN we played a bit more Melee, then we went and watched Godzilla. That is a damn fine movie. And crazily awesome for the time it came out, as well, which was a few years ago. But yeah. Then more Mario Party, and I think we're gonna play some more Melee soon...

I hate the GameCube. But it works when there's nothing else around to play. Can be fun multiplayer...But I hate the controllers. And the look of the system itself is fugly. FUGLY. But meh, Smash Bros. is fun. I've tried a few of the characters so far, including Samus, Princess Peach, and a few others that you probably wouldn't recognize. Ice Climber Twins...Roy...Marche (or something). It's entertaining. But yeah.

But yeah, they're back down here now. My girlfriend just seemed to be in a pissed off mood, and may or may not have blocked me. She could have just gone off-line, but I, for whatever reason, doubt it. I hate it when people do that. Just block you without any good reason. If you don't want me to talk, you tell me so. She seemed to be in a bad mood, I was just trying to see if there was anything I could do to help. Because I care. But whatever, if people want to block me, fine. As long as they don't expect me to stick around when they unblock me. That goes for everybody out there on my list. If you want to block me, then fine, do so. But it pisses me off, and when people on my list get blocked, they tend to not get unblocked, for a very, very long time. Just ask Rick. I've had him blocked for ages.

I guess I'm not really one to talk about the whole blocking thing. I have 90% of my list blocked. But, in my defense, most of the people that I have blocked, I don't really know. I hate general people adding me. If I don't know you, there's a good chance I dislike you. Even general people that I somewhat know. I don't have anything to talk about with you. I don't initiate conversations with people unless I like them, or unless I have something to discuss with them. Otherwise, I don't start talking to people.

But yeah. There's more Smash Bros. going on right now. Eric and Dave are facing off in a match. I figure I'll join them when they're done this match, so I'll end the post around when they end the match. Yep, that seems like it will work for me. No big posts tonight, and I won't be on to check comments or whatnot unless I get really bored. So yeah...I dunno, I'm somewhat upset now, so I'm just going to end this before I go into an annoying rant that'll just piss people off.

Until next time,
I couldn't live in a world without velvet.
~Kataron

Finally Found A Reason

I fucking hate Batman. That sissy-ass motherfucker is NOT a superhero. I can't be the only person that's noticed that. He has NO place on the Justice League. It just pisses me off. I mean, if he's in the Justice League, that's like putting him on the level of Superman and Wonder Woman. They can fly and shit. Batman's got a belt full of Gadgets. Granted, Green Lantern wouldn't have his craze-tastic powers without his ring, but he's GOT the ring. He's GOT the powers. So shut up. But seriously, Batman is not a superhero. There's no SUPER. You shut the fuck up Jared, I don't care if he fights crime a lot, that does NOT make him a superhero in my eyes. Are there any Superheroes in real life? NO! Heroes, granted, but NOT superheroes, and there are people that fight crime and save lives every day, just like Captain Sissy-Cape. All Batman has going for him is his dark and mysterious nature, a belt full of weird gadgets, and his fucking bank account. Fuck you, Batman, you bastard. I just can't stand it. He has no place on the Justice League. He should be shot. In the face. With a shotgun. Have you seen the kind of enemies he's fighting? I could make a better villian than some of them, dammit. What's Two-Face got going for him? Half a fucked up face? Yeah, that makes him so scary and evil. The Riddler? He's just fuckin' crazy. The only villian on there I would ever deem anything more than a nuisance is Mr. Freeze. That fucker was COOL. Forgive the crappy pun. But seriously, he was an awesome villian. And he wasn't evil. He was just trying to save his wife. Noble cause, bad things done. Does the end justify the mean? You don't know, 'cause Batman stopped him. Bastard. Oh, and Poison Ivy. That bitch was FINE.

Anyways, I should go now. Eric's here. We's gonna be nerdy, and probably get caffeine and such. YEAH! COKE! YEAH! ...COKE! .... Yeah...I'm not crazy.

ANYWHO...

Until next time,
Poptarts are FOR REAL.
~Kataron

Super Mario Bros. Techno

I fucking hate Chia Pets. What the fuck is up with that new commercial that's out? Did they like...take old commercials and put them into this new piece of shit? 'cause seriously, it's horrible. We've got Garfield! Yeah, that's fucking great. I should clearly crap down their throats. Oh, and THEN they're all...AND WE'VE GOT LOONEY TOONS! Like they're brand-fucking-new. And that pissy old cartoon cat they have for garfield...Seriously, that was like...An old-school and very shitty garfield. Pisses me off so much.

Also, I've been informed that in order for my apologies to mean anything, I have to make them at least once a month. So I've decided to enforce a new policy here. 'If you're offended...Good'. That's my policy. If what I say DOESN'T offend you, then there's something very wrong with you. I suggest you seek therapy. Then get a face lift. 'cause chances are, you're ugly, too.

I fucking hate that stupid Swan show. Our society is too fucking obsessed with looks. Looks aren't THAT important. But that's all that matters to people these days, it's sickening. I like attractive people as much as the next guy, but if I'm DATING somebody, they've gotta have some depth! And a brain! It's a scientifically proven fact that model-beauty people are complete idiots. You've gotta strike a balance with looks and brains, favouring brains.

Dear God. I hate happy people. Like, the stupidly happy. Optimistic. Fuckers. THE WORLD SUCKS. What, are you living in a cave with your eyes shut and your ears filled with salami? You heard me. Salami. Sorry, there was just a happy bitch on a cartoon I'm watching. It scared and angered me. Scared and angered. Anyways, I just wanted to say that I hate Chia Pets.

And I have an update on my tests rant. Jared pointed something else out to me, to further prove that tests hold no meaning. What do people go and do the night before a test? They cram all their notes into their fucking heads! Tests don't test intelligence! They don't test how much you know! They test your short term FUCKING memory! What, do chemists and scientists go home every night and go over every note they have, just in case they need it tomorrow! FUCK NO! (thanks to Jared for the example, as well). But seriously, folks. Tests are fucking pointless. It's the fuckin' system, man! They're trying to BRING US DOWN!

Until next time,
French Fries....FROM THE FUTURE! *echoes* future, future, future...
~Kataron

FINE!

All right, I'm here to offer a formal apology to all the Christians I offended with my Missionary comments. You should all know by now that I'm ignorant, biased, and just assume I'm right about everything, and I'm not. BE AMAZED! THIS IS THE ONLY APOLOGY I WILL EVER ISSUE FOR ANYTHING I SAY ON HERE! For anything else, refer back to this apology. I'm sorry I'm stupid. I'm sorry I'm ignorant. I'm sorry I'm biased. But I am. So suck it up or get the fuck off my blog.

I still neither like nor trust missionaries, though. No real reason.

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Thus ends the only apology to ever be issued on this blog. Unless I get whipped into making one....I am whipped. But unless that happens, this is it. If you have a problem with it, I don't care. Go die or something. And leave me all your stuff.

Until next time,
I'M FUCKIN' SORRY!
~Kataron

Sending A Dream Into The Universe

Hey hey, fans and friends. I'm still psyched that my blog is generating a fan base. Although I could use more comments...If you're reading this, comment more! I like to get feedback! And if there's anything anybody wants to know about any facet of my life, feel free to ask. Nothing is hidden in this blog, for the most part. Only...well, about one or two things, and that's just for the sake of someone else's privacy. But me? I have no privacy. I have a blog! w00t.

So, got back from Youth Group not long ago. Meh. Wasn't bad, wasn't great. Rick and Dave weren't there. Cards were played...Well, I didn't really like the first card game, and I didn't know how to play the second, so I just sorta watched, and danced along with the music. The Devotion at the end (or Greg 'Godding us up', as we've come to refer to it as) was about sex. It's bad, blah, blah, blah. We get it. I'm going to make jokes about it, I'm going to talk about it, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to go jump into bed with somebody. I've clearly stated on earlier blog posts that I don't have any problems with sex before marriage, but there has to be love. And I'm not talking, oh, I love you, let's fuck...I mean, you love this person, you intend to marry them. Just haven't gotten around to the technical aspects of it yet. That's my perspective on sex. Greg (he's the head of the youth group, for those who don't know) was telling us that many teenagers see sex as recreation, but I don't. It's a serious emotional commitment. NOT to be taken lightly. I'm not a Christian or anything, but I don't want to lose my virginity until I've found the right person, the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, but I'm just really lazy, and don't want to go through the horrendously expensive wedding stuffs. I mean, I'd like to get married, but I don't see anything wrong with fooling around before the wedding, as long as I'm with somebody that I love with all my heart, whom I intend to spend the rest of my life with. I mean, some would find it hard to believe, but if Veronica wanted to have sex with me (I know she doesn't believe in sex before marriage, so it won't happen, this is hypothetical :p), I'd have to say no. Yeah, I would turn down sex. You heard me. What? You doubt me? But you heard it here! My blog tells no lies! Well...That's a lie. I tell lots of lies. They're fun to tell. But that's not a lie. Other stuff is okay, but there's just...I dunno, a certain point that should not be passed without love, without an emotional commitment. Makes it more meaningful and such, you know? And just so it's clear, my ideas about this were not influenced at all by the Devotion that Greg did. Just made me want to talk about it. I've felt like this for a while.

Grrr....Growlancer won't be in until at least Monday or Tuesday. WHERE IS THE FUCKING JUSTICE IN THAT?! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THREE FUCKING MONTHS! It's getting close to three and a HALF. Dammit, people, this had better be worth the wait. 'cause if it isn't...If it isn't, I'm going to sack Jared. Actually, I'm just gonna do that anyway. I'm sadistic. YAY! I wonder exactly how many people are going to read this...I know Jared reads it sometimes, Ryan reads it, Seth reads it sometimes, Seth's mom reads it (for some reason...), Rachel reads it, Vero reads it...James reads it...uhhh...And maybe other people. I dunno. I love this blog...Seriously, blogs are such a good way to let out steam and just vent about stuff. I don't need to be right. I don't even need to make sense. It's just good to have something to let loose the feelings. For example, I am a very, very, very angry person. But I'm physically weak, so I can't take it out on other people irl if I try. Well, I probably could, but it would hurt. Me, that is. So I let my anger loose here. And video games. It's very satisfying to fire a sniper rifle into somebody's head, literally taking the head off...Or slicing somebody's head off with a sword and kicking it around...Or firing large explosive devices at explosive objects. Good stuff.

But you know what really makes me wonder? Where am I going to be in ten years? Are my plans really going to work out, am I going to start this software company with Jared? God, I hope so...He and I have been best friends for thirteen years. That's a very long time. That's three quarters of my life. Jared has been by my side for THREE QUARTERS OF MY LIFE. That's a hell of a long time for a friendship to last. But yeah, that's what I want to happen...But it's interesting to think about. How many teenagers really know what they're going to do for a living, where they're going to be in ten years? None. Nothing is certain, my friends. There is not a SINGLE THING that is certain. Now, you Christians out there, I don't want to hear you commenting about how God's love is certain, blah, blah, blah, I'll kill you. NOTHING is certain. I mean, the world could end, right now. There might not be a tomorrow. There might not even be a today. How do we really know this is all happening? We might not even be real, this could all just be some dream, some child's dream...How do we know that the past really happened? We have scars, we have memories, but are they real? Can we prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that our memories are all real? What if our appearances reflected our memories? Then that would dictate scars, looks, all that stuff, not even that would prove anything. Have you ever seen the Truman Show? Damn fine movie. How do I know that this isn't like that? Is this real, is this all set up, how can I tell? He couldn't tell, for most of his life! It's all so confusing...Nothing is certain. Nothing. The sun doesn't have to rise tomorrow...We don't have to exist right now...The past, the present, the future, what's the difference? Present becomes past, future becomes present...But do we live in the past? No sir, we live in the future! Keeping our minds ahead, planning out for the future, we tend to miss out on the present happening around us! Take a break from your hectic schedule, stop and smell the roses! Or, if you don't like roses, stop by a nice little cafe, and have a coffee. Sip it slowly, and just watch people go by. Notice the hurried businessmen, notice the young couples holding hands and laughing, notice the old couples walking together, still very much in love. Just notice. How many of these things would you normally see? Sure, you might see them as you're walking down the street opposite to them, but do you really see them? Do you take notice? Do you care? No, we don't, as a people. Our society is far to preoccupied with what WILL happen. And I'm the same, quite often. But I'm learning to live in the present, enjoy life as it happens. It might not be easy for some people to just take a break, I know how busy a lot of you are. But please, just try. Set aside half an hour, an hour, and go to that coffee place. Get a coffee. Sip. Watch. See.

You only live once, dammit. Enjoy it. I'm probably not the best person to be telling people to enjoy life, as often as I'm depressed, but do it, damn you. If you don't, then what the fuck is the point? To have a better future? What's the point in being a rich doctor, when you don't have any time to play with anything you get with your money? You may be rich in monetary concerns, but you're poor in spirit. Live, damn you! LIVE! Nothing against rich doctors. They're making incredible differences in everybody's lives. But don't let work run your life. Especially if you don't enjoy it. What's the point in having a career if you don't have fun doing it? That's why I'm going to be a programmer...I enjoy it, it's fun, and it's different every time. It's almost relaxing, to sit in front of a computer, winamp running, just creating code. That's how I want to spend the rest of my life. Writing code, running a business, with my best friend on a computer at my side. Anything else that happens in my life will happen. Relationships, friendships, good times, bad times, but as long as you can still have fun, you can make it worth it. I don't know, maybe I'll be married one day. Hell, maybe even with Veronica, who knows? I could have kids. I could have a dog. I could have a nice chocolate lab named...Oh, I don't know, something to do with either video games or mythology...Cloud, Zeus, Ares, Samus. ooo...I like Samus...That's a cool name. Samus it is. I could have a chocolate lab named Samus. It's impossible to know how these things are going to turn out. I could have all of it, I could have none if it, but as long as I can enjoy my work, and be doing something that I feel means something to people, then I can be happy. And trust me, video games can mean a lot to a lot of people. That's how I want to live my life.

Whoa, this is some awesome rantage. I love my ranting. I don't even know how I do it. I start with one idea, and it slowly develops into another, and another...I just let the ideas flow onto the screen, and before I know it, I've filled a page. Two. Three. A couple thousand words. It just happens...And I link really weird stuff. But what I say has meaning. Maybe it doesn't make sense to you, maybe the meaning doesn't apply, but it means something to me. You know, it's interesting how small things can make a huge impact on other people's lives...I mean, just looking into the eyes of somebody can have tremendous impact. The eyes are the windows of the soul and all that...A simple squeeze of the hand. A few words of encouragement. Just being there for somebody can make it all worth it. Can push you that extra mile, can make it really matter. But, to be fair, it can also have negative impacts. One slip can end a relationship. One bad mistake can end a life. One simple choice can send somebody down the wrong path, which they can never turn away from. But when you get down to it, it's the little things that matter. Without the little things, the big things wouldn't even be able to take place. So don't underestimate the little things, my friends. Whether you notice them or not, they have more impact than some would like to believe on your life. It's amazing to think that the simple act of holding hands with somebody can so much. But it can. And it does. But you have to give it a chance, you have to let it happen. It's the little things that you can't plan for. You can try to plan out the big events in your life, but the little things are what make the big things happen, and you have no control over them. You can't control meeting somebody, making friends, thinking of new ideas, learning, falling in love. You'd like to think you can control them, but you can't. Especially love. Love is the most powerful of all emotions, and it in itself is a double-edged sword. It could cause incredibly good feelings...Or it can hurt you like you could never imagine. But where would we be without love? The ultimate emotion...In my opinion, worth the risk.

To love or not to love? That is the question. See if you can keep yourself from falling in love. I know I'm going to try to keep myself from falling in love with Veronica, when it gets to that point. I don't mean anything derogatory towards her, but I've believed myself to be in love twice now, and both times it ended up causing a lot of pain, and not just for me. Unfortunately, because of my experiences, I tend to equate love with pain, betrayal. Not the best thing to relate the ultimate emotion to, but what are you gonna do? I'd like to think I can just avoid the pain by avoiding the emotion...But love doesn't just happen, with a flick of a switch. It will slowly creep up on me, and by the time I realize it, I'll be hopelessly in love. There will be no fighting it. After I've fallen, I'll wonder why I even bothered to try to resist. I'll be happy. But for how long? That's the big part. You know what? It's pointless. I thought that I would try to keep myself from falling in love. But if it happens, it happens. You can't deny your emotions forever. Better to just let them in. Be happy if you can be. For God's sake, enjoy yourself. Who knows, maybe the person you fall for could fall just as hard for you, and you end up spending the rest of your lives together. Don't live your life in denial of your feelings. You can try to deny them all you want, but they'll always be there, just below the surface. You'll know. Resistance is futile.

Why are emotions so hard to understand, anyway? So hard to differentiate...Impossible to control. Everyone's mind works differently, based on experience, beliefs, all that stuff...No two people think exactly alike, as many people as there are in this world of ours. We are all unique, in our own ways. Good, or bad. Hell, what are good and bad? Cultural things? Personal things? Does culture transcend personal beliefs in some cases? Why must we conform to society's perception of right and wrong, instead of our own? What makes society's perception what it is? Why do I keep using questions? Craziness, I tell you. This is what I think about! This is my mind! This blog is the doorway to my mind, man. Welcome to Nate's mind, population: you! No, I don't even know what's going on in there! I just do what I do, feel what I feel. I mean, in all honesty, Jared probably knows what's going on in my mind better than I do...It's a very confusing place. I'm ALWAYS thinking. Always. There isn't a moment of time when there isn't something going on in here. Have you ever noticed the subtrack to your mind? It's absolutely incredible. It transmits all of the things you're thinking, all of your feelings and emotions, in 1/100th of the time! I wish I could find a way to just utilize that, instead of the slow and inefficient method of thinking that is used now...My mind would be so much faster. I could accomplish so much more. Is that what makes geniuses smarter? Can they tap into that hidden power, use their minds to the full potential? If so, do they KNOW they can? Or do they think with that channel of the mind as we think with our slow, inefficient one? I can barely even interpret the fast-track part of my mind...It all goes so fast. So fast! It's like a murmur of sound, but every now and then, I can hear meaning. It's like it's going through what I'm saying and making sure it all fits.

The human mind is such a complex thing...Can Artificial intelligence really ever reach this level? Could it be as creative as we are, could it think of such deep and meaningful thoughts? Could Jesus microwave a burrito so hot that even HE couldn't eat it? ANSWERS, MAN, I NEED ANSWERS! Why? Why are we here? Why am I here? What happens after we're dead and gone? What will happen when I'm dead and gone? Will the world keep going? Is it even going now? What if this entire world is all just part of my mind, and as soon as I die, it goes with me? What if, man! What if?! And the scariest part is, I don't know! I can't know! I can't know one way or the other! Things just keep going how they're going, we have only limited control over them. But I wonder, what would happen if everything just stopped? I barely even know what I'm saying anymore...But how can I know? How...? These are the thoughts that plague me. These are the thoughts that haunt my dreams, keep me awake and staring at my ceiling for hours each night. Because they can't be answered, no matter how hard you try. You -just- can't know. And here's a dilly of a pickle, what if you CAN know? What if just knowing would change it? What's up with time travel, anyway? Paradoxes and all that...Remember the small things I was talking about before? Changing even one little thing in the past can change those small things, changing history forever, in ways you can't even imagine! Marty McFly figured this out the hard way...When he almost erased himself from history for doing what he thought was saving somebody's life.

Is there a past? Steven King stumbled upon a most incredible idea...What if there isn't a past? What if time travel is impossible? What if time is just consuming itself as we go along? Crazy thoughts...Crap, I got distracted, and I'm out of time for this. Justice League starts in five minutes. I have to go!

Until next time,
NOBODY pulls me away from a fucking tavern and gets away with it.
~Kataron

Stand By Me

Yo ho ho, blogsters. Well, I had thought that I was going to a friend's party tonight, but as it turns out, it's tomorrow night. So yeah.

You know what pisses me off, folks? Well, if you've been keeping up with this blog, you can name a few things, but there's something that really pisses me off. Drama Queens. I must admit, I can be overdramatic at times, but some dumb bitches just take it too far. Some stupid girl on my bus was talking about how she was going to move to Nova Scotia with her grandmother because her parents 'criticize(sp?)' her. I say, suck it up, you dumb bitch. So what? Maybe if you weren't so annoying, loud, and stupid all the time, they'd have less to criticize you about. Maybe if you actually held your fucking tongue, instead of giving your opinion all the time, no matter how rude, maybe then they wouldn't. But then again, maybe you just suck. Oh wait, you do. This is a very, very annoying girl on my bus. I'd personally be overjoyed if she moved away, and I never had to see her again. She's loud, obnoxious, and annoying as hell. I can be all of these things, but I have limits, dammit. I have limits.

And she's not the only one. Don't you just hate those smart people? Not just every smart person, mind you, but the ones that cry when they don't get a fucking 90 on their project? I mean, really. You're already doing better than most of the people in the class, why don't you just shut the fuck up and enjoy your high mark? So what if it's not a fucking 90? If you wanted a 90, maybe you should have worked a little goddamn harder. But don't bitch about how you failed. That's one of the things that pisses me off the most. Those dumb assmonkeys that believe that if they get less than an 85 or a 90, they've failed. They have to be better than everybody else. By their fucked up terms, we're all just failures. Everybody else in the fucking class. Because most of us are just average. But they can't be considered average...Nope. They're too good for that. Every wonder why nobody likes you? This has something to do with it. You think you're er than everybody else. NEWFLASH: YOU'RE NOT. If you were, you'd probably have some friends now, wouldn't you? Yeah, that's what I thought. Not so hot now, are you? I don't have any problems with smart people, but you're just that. People. Humans. You're not perfect, you make mistakes. So stop acting like it's the end of the goddamn world as soon as you didn't get a fucking 90. Try getting a life.

I also hate groups. By that, I mean doing groups in projects. You have to rely on other people for a large portion of it. I hate that. I hate relying on anybody. Because quite often, they don't get done what they need to get done. Blargh. And I hate being assigned groups. But even more-so, I hate when they give you the option to make your own group, and you don't have any friends in the class. Then you just sort of sit there, awkwardly. Waiting for something to happen, looking around to see if there's any groups that you think it wouldn't suck to work with...Bleh. But that really bugs me. Then, most of the time, when people ask you to join their group, it's clearly out of pity. They pity the person sitting on his/her own, so they invite them to join their group. I don't need your goddamn pity, you bastards! I'll kill you all! KILL YOU ALL IN YOUR SLEEP!

I got really pissed off at lunch today. I was talking pictures for my Communication Technology project. So I took a picture of my sceptre, on the floor, and then turned away to record the information for the shot, and when I looked back, it was gone. Some cocksucking asswipe had taken it. A friend of mine found it in the caf with somebody. Apparently, they 'just found it on the floor'. Why the fuck would somebody take something like that off the floor, just deciding it was left there? Whoever took it is lucky that my friend found them, instead of me. I would have hurt them, very badly. You know, under the duct tape of the sceptre is a metal rod. Very god for the hitting. But seriously, what the fuck is wrong with people, that they just take things off the floor, and walk away with them? I don't believe that they actually thought they found it on the floor, and if I ever find out who took it, I'm going to beat the shit out of them. Nobody fucks with the king's sceptre. Nobody. A normal king would have had them beheaded. Unfortunately, I don't have any instruments of beheading, and I don't have enough support to get away with it. Yet. But I mean, GOD DAMN. They just see it on the ground, and they fucking take it. Goddamn asswipe motherfuckers. I should make them dead. Dead I say! DEAD!

Oh, I'll have my revenge...Trust me, I'll have my revenge. I'm good at revenge. I have a list. A list of people that need revenging. Mitch, Nina, Steve, Brett...I'm going to get them. Get them good. With petty pranks, and lots of them.

But yeah...I missed being able to see my girlfriend after school. I had to go straight to the Comm. Tech room to give the camera to a partner in my group, and then it fucked up, so I had to get the teacher's help. I also didn't get to see her at lunch, because she was working on a Christmas video, and I was taking my own shots with the camera...So we only got to see each other in the morning, and not even for very long. And then about a minute between second and third periods, but yeah. Well, I did get to see her for quite a while with the parade of lights. That was good...But yeah, now that I have a girlfriend I can actually be with irl, I'd like to be with her as much as I can. I was going to try to arrange a date with her this weekend, but I have to present a final project on Wednesday, which I haven't really started yet...So I have to work on that. Blargh. Should be all done next weekend, though...Maybe I can organize something then. And I intend to see her a few times over the Christmas break. Although most of my time will be dedicated to the crazy video games I'm going to be playing. Crazy, crazy video games. Which reminds me, I need to call Electronics Boutique, hear the latest on Growlanser Generations...It should be in by now, dammit. But as best I can tell, I haven't had a call yet. Bastards. I think I'll go do that now. I'll probably post again tonight, rant some more.

Until next time,
WMO. Weapon of Multiple Orgasms. You heard me.
~Kataron

Trance - MegaMan Theme

Hey hey! The parade of lights was tonight. Most awesome. Well, not the parade itself, but the fact that my girlfriend DID come in from Guelph to see it ^_^ The parade was a lot of standing around in the cold watching tractors go by. Not really much to see...I got some pictures, though. I need to waste a bunch of film before the end of tomorrow...bleh. The camera needs to be passed on to the next member of the group. We are seriously deprived of time with this project. We're supposed to have all of our shots done by like...Monday. Way too friggin' early. But yeah. I was taking a great picture of the guy dressed up as Santa, I had perfect lighting and everything, and then a stupid FIREMAN walks in the way. DAMN YOU, MR. FIREMAN! I shall have my revenge. Oh, and how...I'm a very, very, very angry person. Yep. Oh, he'll rue the day. Rue he will...But yeah, it was a good time. My friend Andy showed up, too ^_^ It's been AGES since I last saw him. He used to live like...Right behind my house. When we were little, we'd dig up insects and worms and stuff and swap them across the fence. But what can you expect, we were small male children? Good times. But he's a year older than me, and lives in the country, so he's in another grade, and another school. Hell, he's in college now. Conestoga College. Good stuff. But yeah, he was here. He made a point of going through my music collection...I love my music. If you haven't noticed, the majority of the posts I make now have the subject as whatever song I'm currently listening to. I'm just too goddamn lazy to come up with actual SUBJECTS for every post...

But yeah, before the parade, and after going through my music, we went upstairs and played some San Andreas. That's a fun game, and amusing to watch. We did that for a while, taking turns, then it was seven. So we went out to see the parade. Eric and Rick decided to leave partway through the parade, to fight the covenant scourge that's come to conquer Earth. But meh, less people to get between myself and Vero. It was cold. I don't know why I didn't bother to zip up my coat. I hate wearing my coat. So confining. Just like these damn shoes. DAMN YOU, SHOES AND/OR COAT! Blargh. Blargh, says I. But meh, it was still a good time. I got some interesting pictures. Purposefully tried having the shutter speed to the point where I'd need a tripod to have a good shot. I'm interested to see how those turned out, I wanted to blur the lights. Probably just shook it a lot. Hopefully won't ruin the theme of the picture. And if it does, I'll just kill everybody. Yep. Angry person. And then after the parade, Vero and I went over to New Orlean's Pizza, because her friend was supposed to be working, but we didn't see the person there, so we turned around and went back to my place. Had to get a plastic bag for the camera...Stupid thing has to be put in an airtight bag and left inside for half an hour after being out in the cold, before it can be used again. *shrug* Condensation and such. She and I kissed a bit right outside the house...That's always fun. But then we went back inside, where there were people everywhere, and no kissing could be done. So instead, we ate and played video games. That's always good...Played some more San Andreas, then Andy had to leave. After he left, I was forced to show Vero La Pucelle Tactics. I loaded it up and let her play, telling her what to do as she went along. Once she got the hang of it, it was pretty good, but I had her with one of the first levels, very easy, especially since I'm about four times the level you were when you were AT that point. But oh well, she understood fairly quickly, and that's what matters. I'm sure she would have been great at the game if given more time. That is, if she could pay attention to it for that long. She lost attention in it, but I think that was probably because it was such an easy level. But I dunno. Then we played some Ratchet and Clank. By 'we', I mean Doug. My dad's friend's son. He's a cool kid. But yeah, he played that while Vero and I kinda snuggled on the bed, offering him helpful advice which he didn't follow. Needless to say, he died a lot. My advice is perfect, I tell you. I've played the game. Beaten it. I know what I'm talking about. You do NOT take on a robot with a flamethrower with your WRENCH. That's just not a good idea. And he learned his lesson...Well, he probably didn't, but he DID die.

Before La Pucelle, Veronica called her parents, so they were on their way for the entire time. They got there, and then when we thought Veronica was leaving, my parents offered them wine, so they stayed a bit longer, to talk with my parents...That worried me, but it seemed to go over well. And that's always good...My dad was on his best behaviour tonight, like he promised, which surprised me. I still had to stand between him and Veronica while she was using the phone and he was getting ice from a cooler, because he was bending over and his plumber's crack was CLEARLY visible...I figured that would be something my girlfriend would NOT want to see, so I stepped in the way. Which reminds me, I also had to change the song for her while Andy was searching through my list...I remembered her saying that 'Oasis - Wonderwall' had bad memories for her. Andy was going through my list, stopped at that song, and decided to listen to it. I remembered her saying that, so I discretely said 'Hey, I like the next song.' and switched it. I don't think even she realized that I'd done it for her, and probably won't until she reads this, lol. The little things can mean an awful lot to people...Which reminds me, after Veronica left, my brother came up to me and told me that she and I seemed perfect for each other. My mom asked what he meant, and he couldn't describe it, but said that it just seemed like we were really good together, and very similar. I dunno, I choose to take it as a good thing. I'm sick of people saying that it's just a physical relatinoship between myself and Veronica. ERIC. There really is more than that, I care about her, and I have feelings for her, and she has feelings for me, or so she believes. I can settle for that. I know that feelings like this can be very confusing. I know I've been very confused by them...Hell, I had the same concerns over whether or not I really had feelings for her, but I came to the conclusion that I do. It bugs me how confusing feelings can be. But meh, what can we do about it?

I don't have a list or anything to rant about tonight...Anything I say is just off the top of my head, very random and such. This is a rather late post, because Veronica didn't leave until about 9:30, then I had to go and tidy up a bit with my room. Then I came down here, checked webcomics, other blogs, and then came right here. I figure that I should at least try to keep up these long posts. I mean, they're very fun for me to write. I think my mom is drunk...She keeps talking, and I'm sitting here, typing AND listening to music. And she's not really talking about anything important. Yeah, I think she's drunk. And my dad threw up not long ago....Probably drunk too.

I really need to investigate this whole...Hand drier conspiracy further. And apparently, I also need to ask Loofus about his Reeces Pieces Conspiracy or something. I dunno, Mitch was telling me about it. Mitch won't be at school tomorrow :( He's got a music thing...Bah, and Friday is the day that he's not on his medication! The most fun day to talk to him. He's always so happy and funny. It makes physics very fun. But now he won't be there! Bah! I'll have to try to learn! I'll also have ot try to keep myself from bitching at Christine, reading her goddamn book while the teacher is teaching his lesson...Grrr...I swear, if she so much as mentions that I should be working instead of talking with Jon about video games, I'll tell her to shut up and read her stupid book. Bah. it's so fucking rude...At least I try my best to pay attention, dammit. Caffeine, ADD (still looking into it) and all, and I still try! The least she could do is be respectful enough to LOOK like she's listening.

Man...I love my blog. It's such a good place to let off steam, and talk about random shit. I always bottle, bottle, bottle with my emotions. NOT HEALTHY. Trust me, I know from experience, bottling can fuck you up. Find some way to vent your emotions. I have this blog. Some people have video games. Some people have art. Some people have poetry. When you see all of these ways, this is a very unproductive way to vent, but it still really helps me get through the boredom that is my life. I don't know if boredom is the best word...There always seems to be some sort of drama. I can't remember the last time I was completely happy, and nothing was bothering me. Well, I think I got close to that last night when I came to believe that Vero really does care about me...That had been the thing that was really bothering me, but making an actual decision on it really helped. Yep. Other than that, I can't really think of the last time I've just been happy. When nothing's been bothering me. See, what I really want is just to be happy, to be stress-free, not have worries...I have a little day-dream, a beautiful scenario where I'm sitting at a table, with a little bit of sunlight shining on me, sipping a coffee, and watching a town slowly wake up...To not be in a hurry, to not have anything stressful or worrying on my mind...I can't think of anything better than that scenario, to be honest. Except maybe to be sitting there with the love of my life (whoever that may be...), speaking without words, just being there, watching the town begin to move, and sipping coffee. Slowly. Gotta be sipping slowly...Not let the caffeine get me all jumpy and ruin the perfect beauty of the moment...But yeah, as of late, that's been my ideal future. That's what I would like to do some day. Maybe sit on a balcony or porch or something, preferably on a higher level of the house, and sip coffee...I know, sunlight usually bothers the crap out of me, but it just seems...right...in this scenario. Not too much, mind you. But some. And maybe a nice breeze blowing through my hair. I imagine this in summer...*dreamy sigh* If only I could just discard all of the hurrying of the world, all of the stressful thoughts I have, and just sit, sip coffee, and fully relax...

Maybe the fantasy could involve me sitting there, reading a nice book...Something intellectual. Or at least intellectually written. I like Fantasy books mostly. Also Science Fiction. I'm big on the aliens...Aliens rule. But I'd take a mage over an alien any day. Sorry aliens! I'm reading a most excellent book by Frank Herbert. Holy fuckshit. I mean, I knew Dune was big...A Cult Classic...But I figured it's popularity was just exaggerated....That the books wouldn't be that good, they'd just have an interesting story-line and all that...Damn. If the Dune series is ANYTHING like this book, I'm completely wrong. It's called 'Ascension(sp?) Factor'. It's part three of a three-part series...I regret having not read the first two. The first one was called 'The Jesus Incident', I think...Jesus was the name of the bioengineer that tried to wipe out a plant-creature that turned out to be holding the world together. Who'da thunk it? But yeah, it's really good. Conspiracies, Death Squads, Hidden Powers, Love, Aliens, Psychic Fish, An Excellent Plot, And Characters You Can Really Like. Heheheh, I just had to capitalize every word there. But seriously, it's a good book. I can't wait to finish it, and find me the Dune series...I mean, damn. I always just thought...But it's so much more. Well written, funny, dramatic...And I'm only about 70 pages into it. ^_^ I'd highly recommend him as an author.

Oh, I just remembered....I'm going to be at my friend's birthday party tomorrow night, so I don't know whether or not I'll get a chance to update this...I'll try to get on for a bit and just talk about what we're doing at the party, what we're going to do, what happened that day, all that little stuff. But no big long rants about how society sucks and why. Sorry, folks! Tune in on Saturday though, there'll be more then. There'll always be more...Just because I have no life, and nothing better to do. It's kind of sad, yesterday, I was trying to at least match the amount of words I had on the post the day before, but today, I'm just writing...Not counting, not caring. I'll probably do a word count at the end, but that's more for my personal curiousity than anything else. And admit it, folks, you want to know, too.

Well, Electronics Boutique didn't call...The game should be coming in tomorrow...God, I hope it does. But I'm going to have to be spending a lot of time working on this final project I have to do for Data Management. I'll check tomorrow to see when exactly I'm presenting...If I'm REALLY lucky, which I won't be, I'll have lots of time, so I can balance new game with project...But I doubt it. I need to make some graphs, and get some bristle board. I need to compare some D&D classes. It's going to be most awesome.

Which reminds me...I need to find a way to simplify the Dungeons and Dragons battle system. Since Ryan and I are doing a blatant rip-off...And the unwashed masses won't understand the full system...I actually intend to call them 'The Unwashed Masses' in the instruction manual I make. It'll be great. And the game will be at least somewhat confusing. It's more fun when they are. Well, more fun to watch. Especially the girls. I don't know, it's just so amusing to see them confused. Most of the guys in my class just wouldn't care, and would give up, but the girls would huff and puff about not understanding, and it would be quite amusing. Quite amusing indeed. Heheheh, I can just imagine the two girls that sit in front of me getting all confused. They're not very smart...It's amusing, but yeah. I hate girls that are just plain dumb. If all they have going for them are looks, then that's just not enough, in my books. Girl's gotta have brains. Of course, to the untrained eye, I'm not very intelligent. It's the opposite, I just lack motivation, and initiative. I could study for my tests, get good marks, do the homework, finish the projects, but I just don't care. That's what it all boils down to. I just don't give a damn. I don't know why, exactly. It's not good. But I'm not unintelligent. I like acting dumb, though. It's quite amusing to make people think you're dumb, and then secretly being smart. It reminds me of an episode I watched of that...Two and a half Men or something. Funny show. But there's this really dumb girl, who asked the stuck-up guy on a date. They went out, and near the end of the date, she started acting all smart, and asked him a pyshcological question, with a major hint that this was all some sort of experiment, that she was very smart, and just testing him. I don't know, it just seemed very well done. And I can understand it. People underestimate you if they think you're dumb. And most people think I'm dumb. Hell, I've even come to believe it at times. But I'm really not. All I need is some motivation to get me going, and maybe some medication to keep me paying attention. I dunno, we'll see what the psychologist says when I actually get in and SEE them. But yeah...

Whoa, it's almost time for me to go to bed. I have having to go to bed at 11...It's just annoying. I mean, I wouldn't get as much sleep as I need if I went to bed later, but I hate being FORCED to go to bed at that time...If I'm going to do that, I'd rather it be my own personal choice than me being forced to...I mean, I'd probably still go to bed around the same time, but it would be MY choice. That's why I can't wait to move in with Jared. It's going to be most excellent. We'll probably be normal 'just-moved-out' teens for a bit, eating nothing but junk-food, drinking nothing but coffee and pop(which is me now anyways...), staying up late, playing tons of video games, not having much hygeine...All that stuff, but after a while of that, we'll start to settle into a routine. I can't wait for some of the debates we're going to have...I mean, I absolutely LOVE our late-night conversations. We have them whenever he spends the night here. Why, they've had us up all night before, just talking about things, with the occasional argument, usually about religion. Of course, I get to the point where I'm too tired to keep up my end of the argument, and I usually just say something like "YOUR MOM!", and that's when we stop the argument, and either find a new topic, or sleep...Sleep is always good. But man, I remember when we stayed up all night. We were watching movies, and then there was another one on, and Jared hadn't seen it, so we watched it, and then we were going to bed, and ended up watching half of a one-hour show...Then it was about three am, so we started talking, and before we knew it, the sun was up. It just felt weird going to sleep with the sun up, and we knew that if we did, we'd sleep away most of the day, and then have no time to hang out and play video games, so we just got up, went back on the computer, and found some food. That was a most excellent weekend. The best weekends are when my parents go out of town and leave me home alone...Those are the weekends I can really have fun, having Jared over for some MUCH needed best friend time, being able to do whatever I want, and just having a blast. I remember, they were gone for Canada Day...That was one of the best Canada Day's ever. All day Star Trek: The Next Generation Marathon! With like...three movies at the end. Good times...Good times :) That's when I was just beginning to take up jogging too, so I went jogging a few times that weekend. Man...Life was good. It's getting colder, so my parents won't really be going away anymore, at least not until it gets warmer, but when they do go away, it's going to be most excellent. Could be even more fun now that I have a girlfriend, but not TOO fun, for all you people that assume sex. See, she doesn't believe in sex before marriage, and I'm fine with that. With me, it's not so much a point of marriage, but love. I hate people that just have sex with people, and not carry any emotional attachment to them. It just sickens me. But to me, marriage is just more of a legally binding thing, love is the emotionally binding one, and that's what's important to me. But yeah. Anyways, it's like...11, so I gotta go to bed now. It was quite fun ranting again, after a great night of hanging out with my girlfriend...Ah yes, I promised a word count...One moment, please...

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Word count before line: 3,459. Damn, that's even longer than my other posts...Cool.

Until next time,
I'm always right. Trust me.
~Kataron

Words That We Couldn't Say

Hey...Yeah, this is the third post tonight. I have nothing better to do...Well, my girlfriend seems to have noticed what I couldn't bring up with her irl. Didn't seem overly pleased that I couldn't bring it up with her. Gah, I wish I didn't just try to deal with all of these stupid problems on my own...And don't say 'Then don't.', because it's a little more complicated than that. It's just how I work...How I do things...But sometimes, it's just hard to figure out why I should bother with anything. Why should I even get up in the mornings?

And why do I let these little things get to me? I don't even understand it myself...God, I wish I could just understand what was going through my head. It sounds easy, doesn't it? It isn't.

I hate basing this present relationship with past relationships...I shouldn't do it, it's not fair to her...Not fair at all...I wish I didn't, I wish I could make it fair for her...Dammit.

All right...I think I've come to a decision. Well, it's not really me making a decision...Just a feeling I have. But...I'm going to believe that Vero actually does care about me. Whether this is a good idea or a bad idea, I'll find out in the long run. And hey, what's life without a few risks?

But...If I could go back and do it differently, I wouldn't have ranted about it on my blog...I would have talked to her about it. I should have talked to her about it...And if I have problems in the future, I'll talk to her about them. If at any time, I don't, this blog post gives whoever reads it permission to hit me very hard. With a fish. I'm probably going to regret saying that, but feh.

It's such an odd feeling...To be happy.

Until next time,
Oh God, it burns. Amen.
~Kataron

Is it real?

*sigh*

I hate memories...Why is it that we remember all of the bad experiences we have, and forget about the good? And any little thing can trigger these memories, that cause a rush of pain...

If you must know what I'm talking about, I was referred back to my old RP site, ezboard because somebody posted on another board I used to be a part of. While I was on ezboard, I figured I'd check Volius, just to see it...The pain didn't really hit until I saw her posts. Her signature...Just the simple picture that followed her posts was filled with so many memories...After relationships like that, it's hard to imagine a good relationship...One where I'm with somebody who actually cares about me and respects me...It's hard when one bad experience can just ruin something for you...But I'm trying...I'm back in another relationship...But like I've mentioned in former posts...Low self-esteem and bad experiences make me wonder if she really cares. I want her to...I care about her, but it really is hard for me to believe that she -could- care about me, let alone that she does. Memories...Memories can poison the mind. Poison the soul...Why does it hurt? I thought I was over the pain...I thought I had left it behind when my relationship ended with her...Damn it. How long is this going to haunt me? How long is this going to poison my mind? Why can't the pain just go away?

*sigh*

Felt Tip Pen

Greetings and salutations, oh wise surfers of the web. But how many of you are actually wise? I’m going to guess around…zero. Yep. So…I mentioned my girlfriend’s livejournal thing in my last post. What I neglected to mention was that, according to the last paragraph, it might be fake, just a piece of fiction. If so, it’s damn good. Like, seriously. It could be real, but I’m not even sure anymore. If you’re reading this, and it was fake, then damn. You’re good. Heheh…She’s very good. I’m so goddamn whipped. She's forcing me to give back a soul that I stole from a friend of hers like...four years ago. She won't kiss me until I give it back. Which, interestingly enough, leads me to my first point...

Pain. Sadism. Masochism. People who like to hurt other people, and people who like to be hurt. I personally exhibit traits from both types. I enjoy hurting people. Mainly Jared. But I REALLY enjoy being hurt. I've been told that the literal meaning of the word masochism is to derive sexual pleasure from pain. That's how much I like it. You know what really hurts? Having fingernails dug into your skin, and then having permanent marker coloured over it. DAMN. That's fucking painful. Vero did that to me during lunch. Broke the flesh digging her fingernails into my skin, and then took out a sharpie and drew over it. It hurt for the rest of the day...Still hurts now...It was even worse when I had to go to the bathroom...I got water on it, and holy fuck. That really, really hurt. But yeah, my girlfriend seems to be sadistic. Not that I mind, being as masochistic as I am. It's a good match, really. Masochism is quite fun...

Let's see, that was two points written on my arm. Sadism and Masochism. I have tons of stuff I need to rant about with this post :) TONS. I might even have to save this to a Word Document so I can finish before I post it. 'cause I want it to be as long as possible. My last one was 2,500 words :) That's a lot. Seriously. TONS.

Anyways, next point on the arm...Let's see...Ah, I.S.P's. Independant Study Periods. I got out of fourth today for one. I skipped yesterday, then I went to class today, and all the lights were off. There was a sign on the door, saying that there was an independant study period, so we could go do whatever. Well, it told us to work on our Culminating Activity, but we don't have to present those until after the Christmas holidays, so fuck that. So I wandered around the school for the entire period, for about an hour and a half, humming the Mario theme. I hummed the original theme. I hummed the techno version. Which is the same, but with stuff in between. Then I hummed the SNES version. Then I hummed the SNES Haunted Mansion version. I hummed these, I snapped my fingers to them, I hummed and snapped, I said 'doo-doo-doo' along with the theme, all that good stuff. It was fun. :D I even talked to Jared for a while :) He got out of class to do something, and then he stopped and talked to me in the hall. Fun stuff ^_^ Then I ended up around my girlfriend's class at the end of it...lol. But I couldn't get her to kiss me 'cause I still have her friend's soul...Bah! I'll give it back tomorrow, get me some kissing...But yeah. Nobody ever uses I.S.P's. They're just free periods. I hope the teachers don't actually expect anything to get done during the class. 'cause seriously, everybody was just leaving. Wandering around. Sitting in on other classes. No work was done, as far as I could tell. They're just dumb, but I love them anyway, 'cause I don't have to go to class :)

Next...F.R.O.S.T.Y. Friendly Royals something something something Yuletide. Wow, I can't even remember what it stands for. But it's a thing that goes on before Christmas, where all the classes try to raise money. I don't think I've ever been in a class that actually gave a damn. Seriously. Not one of my classes have ever gone out of their way to raise money. But meh. But what pisses me off is when teachers shamelessly advertise THEIR frosty things to their students of other classes. And teachers that try to usurp the food and money of other students. One teacher is offering chances to win a Stereo in exchange for canned goods and such. That kinda pisses me off. I mean, these teachers are going through so much just to win. And then the nun in the santa hat comes to get the money...Creepy.

That leads to another arm-point...There's a competition with Playstation 2, and the winner could get a chance to win four tickets to a Storms Game. Now, I don't particularly like hockey...But apparently, my girlfriend does. So I bribed a friend of mine with candy to enter and try to win the contest. Yeah...I really don't like hockey. Well, I suppose it's better than some sports...But I still don't really like it. But...I'm still willing to try to win tickets to it, for my girlfriend. I'd like to win them myself, but I suck with sports games. Another friend of mine said she was good at them, and would try and win in exchange for as many Yellow Suckers as she wants. Yep...And you know what I don't understand? Sports Games. If people like sports and all that, they should play sports. Not sports games...It just bothers me. And how many are made! A few for each sport every year. It just makes no sense to me...So much effort put into thse sports games. Blargh. But yeah, I don't like sports games, and I don't like sports. Except maybe soccer. I used to play soccer...Good times :)

Next...Public Restrooms. Again. Yeah, I know, I ranted on about this before, but I went in to take a piss today, and there was shit left in the toilet. Lots of it. It made me sick, and pissed me off. Why the fuck can't people do one simple task, and flush the toilet? That is NOT asking too much. Not in the least. It's a very small motion with the arm and wrist, and then your waste is gone. Gone to where it SHOULD go. NOT left in the toilet for others to see! DAMN, PEOPLE. It's not that much work! Seriously, that's just fucked up, leaving your shit in the toilet for everybody to see. If I ever went into the bathroom, and somebody came out of the stall without flushing, I'd try to shove their faces in it. Fuckholes.

Next! Being rude. Okay, there's this one girl in my Physics class, who sits next to me. She is so fucking disrespectful to the teacher. During all of the lessons, she's reading. In class. While he's talking. Now, I have less of a problem with her doing this while we're just doing seat-work and stuff, but when I see her reading in class, while the teacher's talking...I just want to take that book and shove it down her fucking throat. Seriously, that's SO disrespectful. And what's worse is, she gets great marks in the course. But that doesn't mean she can just sit around and read all period, while the teacher is trying to teach. And she bitches at ME for talking to people in class, during the time we're given to work independantly. What is she, a fucking hypocrite? And she was talking to some other girl today, too. But she gets pissed off when we're talking about video games. If she bitches about it again, I'm going to go apeshit on her. I'm going to bitch about her with the book, and how she's a hypocrite. And how she's always talking in class without raising her hand, it pisses me off. BAH! BAH, I SAY!

You know what else pisses me off? People that take advanced courses. They seem to think they're smarter because they take courses a year ahead of their grade. They talk about taking these advanced courses, and they're so proud that they're taking smart courses...Bastards. Jared took a course a year ahead of his grade. He failed it. But then again, he hadn't taken the course for the year before, either. So hahahahaha.

What's up with tests? I don't understand the validity of tests. I mean, is there ever going to be a real-life situation where we're going to need all this stuff, and NOT have any access to information? Seriously, tests are stupid. We're expected to remember all of this shit, without any access to things that we would normally have. It's so dumb. It's not a real-life situation at all. Goddamn tests.

You know what else pisses me off? People that refer to Macbeth as 'That Scottish Play'. I mean, really, do they really buy into all that luck bullshit? I don't think so, they just want to sound smart. They want to sound like they know things, that they're dramatic, they're talking about things that they don't want you to understand. JUST FUCKING SAY MACBETH. FOR FUCK'S SAKE! That's just dumb. What is it with lucky, anyway? People really believe in it? Of course they do, people have all sorts of crazy good luck voodoo...Horse Shoes, Four-Leafed Clovers, all that bullshit. It's all odds, people. Odds and probability. There's no 'luck' to it. Having a four-leafed clover will not increase the chances that something good will happen. IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE.

You know what REALLY pisses me off? People that park on the motherfucking sidewalk. Why the fuck do people do that? There's space between the sidewalk and the road for the cars. People need to WALK on that fucking sidewalk. The word was is in it! Is it called a Sidepark? NO! I live right next to a bank...So all the time, there's these stupid cars parked there, on the sidewalk. One day, I'm going to be pissed off. And I'm going to walk right over the car parked there. THAT'LL TEACH THEM! If they get pissed at me, I'll tell them I was walking over the sidewalk, like I'm supposed to :)

HOLY FREAKIN' CRAP. My friend's MOM reads my blog. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! So funny. I didn't even know that Seth reads it, and now I find out his mom does too! That's crazy...I don't think his parents like me, because I swear so much. And they caught me asking him on MSN one day if he was getting any :p That's just something I feel the urge to ask people, but yeah. I didn't actually want to know if he was getting any :p It's more...How's the girl situation? 'cause I mostly asked guys. Yep. But man...His mom reads this? Craziness...CRAZINESS! I'm developing a frickin' fan base. ONE DAY, I SHALL RULE THE WORLD BY MEANS OF THIS MIGHTIEST OF BLOGS!

Man...That's weird. The Parade of Lights is tomorrow night :) The hick parade, yay! I'm just obsessed with shiny things and flashing lights...FLASHING LIGHTS RULE, WOOO! I'm still not sure if my girlfriend can come...I doubt it :( My dad wants to meet her. He's friggin' crazy, man. Crazy.

I love Coke. Caffeine is the shit. At the Zellers near the school, I can get 2L bottles for $1.12. I mentioned that yesterday, and I bought two more bottles today, during my I.S.P. :) That stuff is awesome. I tried to bribe Vero into letting me kiss her...lol. She likes Coke almost as much as I do, which is really cool. But it didn't work...So I have to return the soul. BAH! I'll have my revenge...

Speaking of Revenge, I need to get revenge on somebody in my math class...I can't remember why. But I need vengeance.

Man...My friend Seth is telling me how Christianity is to live like Christ, who's life was a life of servitude and such. So I told him to paint my fence. And he said he would. I need to get more Christian friends, and force them into menial labour...I could have mines, man. I could have them as miners. MY OWN ARMY OF SLAVES! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Being evil rules. Well, it's pretty fun anyways. Unfortunately, I end up being good. I'm a very empathetic and caring person, as long as I don't hate you. I am an ass. I am a jerk. But I'm a guy, both of those things are pre-requisites to being male. You can't honestly call yourself a guy if you're not a complete ass. It just doesn't work.

Man, I've been writing this pretty much since I got home...Was talking to Seth though, was distracted. Seth is one cool dude. Hell, he's bordering on being two cool dudes. He's that cool. It's awesome having him as a friend. We never really get to see each other in real life, but we're tight on the net. That's right, I just used the word tight. Wanna fight about it? I could take you. Hells yeah, I could take you. I gots the mad skillz, dawg. AHHH!!!! MY FINGERS!!!! THEY BURN FROM THE LACK OF GRAMMAR AND CORRECT SPELLING!!!! Well, not really. But my arm still hurts where my girlfriend scratched me. ^_^ I have scratch-marks all over me from that...Ouch, I say.

But back to what I said before...I'm like...developing a fan base. Jared reads this when he has the net. Seth reads it. James reads it. Rachel reads it...I need to get more people into this. And I'll take over the world. THE WORLD, I SAY. I could try to brainwash people somehow...Bah, I'd just make them drink coke and play video games. Nothing bad can come of that. Video games rule. Coke is awesome.

GROWLANCER GENERATIONS IS DUE OUT TOMORROW!!! Whoa, man. I'm so happy. So freakin' happy. It got an 8.6 review from the site I check. Prince of Freakin' Persia Freakin' 2 only got an 8.5. Yesterday was the official release date. It's shipping now. Should be here tomorrow. I'll pick it up Friday. This will be a good weekend. I ain't leaving my house unless it's to get Coke and Chips. WAIT. CRAP. I have my friend's birthday party to go to this weekend...Maybe I can pick him something up at the mall when I go in to get my game. I can wait to play it. My friend's cool. He's only having two people at his birthday party, Eric and myself. Now, if it were somebody that I like less, and wasn't as cool, I'd pass up the party to play games, but not with Dave.

And this post has almost reached 2,500 words...I love writing big long posts like this. They're so much fun. I have nothing better to do, to be honest...Plus, I feel the need to share my thoughts and feelings with anybody that cares and has internet access. And everybody should have internet access. Internet rules. I was without internet for two and a half years after they took it away because we didn't pay the bill. But I got it back last Christmas. Har har har. My brother is watching a movie where a pimp has some big-ass black guy's balls in a grip with a pair of pliers. Big-boy was trying to rape him...

Speaking of Rape...I'm trying to convince my friend that if he drinks, burly sailors will find and ass-rape him. I believe that there's two sailors living in Mitch's basement. There's one that wears red, and one that wears blue. They have striped(sp?) bandanas. They just need names...I'll think of those later.

Total Word Count to this point: 2,632. (not including the 'Total Word Count to this point')

I think this has been enough for now...I'll blog at you later, folks.

Until next time,
Get in my Sprinter!
~Kataron

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Blargh. Why must things always come up to interfere with me being happy? Why the fuck can't I just NOT have drama in my life? Even when there shouldn't be, my mind finds things to worry about...It really fucking pisses me off. Caffeine down-time is some bad shit. Like, serious depression. I was really depressed from it last night, and then I read my girlfriend's livejournal. Her entire post was about some ex-bf or something. I dunno, it just really got to me. And some people really don't seem to think we're going to work out. At all. I mean, there's a fucking betting pool as to how long we're going to last. Eric has three weeks. Yeah, thanks for being so fucking supportive, 'friends'. But yeah...I dunno, her post made me start thinking about bad things. Things like...Does she really care about me? I've been referred to as 'her latest boytoy' once or twice by some of her friends, and it's got me wondering if maybe that's all I am to her...Vero, if you're reading this, I'm not trying to say anything bad about you, it's just...well, it's my low self-esteem. After all the shit I've been through, I can't even seem to bring myself to believe that somebody could actually care about me. I just can't. I've tried. I wish I didn't have such low self-esteem...It's just so depressing. Leads me to think all sorts of crazy shit. And you know what's the worst part? I can't even bring this up with Vero...This blog entry is as far as I'll go to do that. I'm so fucking stupid, I just try to bottle everything up inside and try to work out all these feelings...Which, of course, is impossible, but it's never stopped me from trying. But yeah, I can't even bring it up with her, because I'd just feel like such an ass. 'Oh, by the way, do you really care about me, or am I just your latest boytoy?' Yeah, right...Erg. Sorry about the relationship-rant, I haven't had one of these in a while, but I just need to get it off my chest...I don't even know if Vero will read this. The only people I KNOW will read this are James and Rachel...But yeah...And I know I'm over-reacting to that post, but it's just started all these trains of thought in my head...And with me, that's RARELY good.

I'll talk about something else to try to take my mind off of it...Let's see...What am I doing in first period...Well, we're starting the Black And White photography unit. With darkroom printing and all that...Which I have no idea how to do, so I'm going to screw up. About half the class has actually done it before, but I haven't. Fucking Media Arts. Why do THEY do it and we don't in earlier comm. tech courses? It's all fucking bullshit.

Then...Second...We're going through presentations right now. When we're not doing presentations, we're making a game. I got lucky, I was going to work alone, but my friend Ryan quit his group because they wanted to make some stupid fucking hockey game or something. So he and I are going to do a blatant Dungeons and Dragons rip-off. That's always fun. But we have to get the battle system VERY simplified...Because most of the class wouldn't be able to understand the true meaning of the twenty-sided die. The unwashed masses, as it were. The peons. The simpletons. The lower tier of society. These are all terms Ryan and I were calling them today during the class...It's sad to say, but most of them really wouldn't understand the twenty-sided die thing...And that's why they should all fucking die, those insolent mortals.

Third...We're doing Forces. I don't really pay attention...Work is hard. Well, it's easy. But I don't like doing it. I also have to ask Mr. Stokely to borrow a calculator every fucking time I want to work...Because my dumbass brother dropped mine on the floor a while back, and the screen cracked. Bastard. But I just feel so helpless, so dependant on him FOR the calculator...I hate it, so I don't ask him for the calculator. I do as much as I can without the calculator, then I stop working. It's best when Mitch hasn't taken his medication, because then he's at the same stage as I am. Bored out of his mind and looking for distraction. We talked about building a new computer today. My dad's promised to look into getting a new one, so I'm going to get a good one. Kick-ass video card, all that other junk, DVD/CD-RW drive, 200GB hard drive, and a kick-ass case. With lights. Something I can be PROUD of to take to a LAN party. As long as that fucker Andy doesn't try to install motherfucking service pack 2 on it...I can't believe he talked Blake into installing it...THEN tried to install it on Mitch's. Foreign bastard.

And fourth...Well, we had a test yesterday, and I skipped today, so I'm not even sure what we're doing now. So yeah.

And in response to the comment on my last post...Even though I commented back on there...Sure, Missionaries provide food and all that good stuff, but at what expense? They don't just give the shit away. Oh, if you join our religion, you can eat, AND not burn in hell! Erg. Yeah, that's being a fucking great person. Bastards. I mean, if they really wanted to be generous, they'd just give it to people. And if they ever DO just give it to people, all they're trying to do is build trust so they can brainwash the (literally) unwashed masses. Most people do NOT have noble intentions in anything they do. Christians like to seem better than everybody else, but they're no different than you or I. They're just people. They're just mortal. Prick them, they bleed. Please, please test this theory. Make some Christians bleed...You know you want to. But yeah, they're just like us. But whether or not they'll admit it, they think they're better. They've 'found the truth'. I never bought much into all that faith bullshit. I have a very scientific mind. I need proof for things. And you Christians reading, don't you fucking DARE try and use our existance as proof. Yeah, we're here. That means diddly fucking squat to me. What proof do YOU have, hm? An old book? Yeah, that proves A LOT. I don't believe most of what happened in the Bible. Maybe there WAS a Jesus. I don't fucking care if you think it's been proven, that's bullshit. You can't fucking prove stuff THAT long ago. Yeah, you've got records, huh? Oh, wow...'cause those can't be fake, couldn't have been forged, maybe by an overzealous moron? Nope, not buying into that. Frankly, I'm surprised Jared's a christian. He has a mind like mine, very scientific. Hell, I don't even think he WOULD be Christian he hadn't been brought up that way. That's another thing that pisses me off...Parents forcing their religion on kids. When you're that young, and your parents tell you it's real, to believe it, what the fuck else are you gonna do? You're gonna get on your fucking knees and pray. It's not until later that you really get to think about it. And by then, you've already been sucked in...But yeah, I have a lot of feelings on Christianity. It pisses me off, for the most part. All that holier-than-thou shit, live like we do or your ass is gonna burn, we've seen the ultimate truth. Yeah, that's fucking great. You believe. Awesome. I'm real fuckin' happy for you. But if anybody tries to force their god bullshit on me, I'm going to hurt them :) If I'm going to worship your God, I'm going to find him on my own. I refuse to accept help from clearly biased sources. So you can take your Bible and shove it back up your ass, you won't need it with me. Unless of course you want to tell me all about how I'm going to hell, and why. THAT'S CONVINCING ME. I don't care if other people have faith. But if you leave your entire lives in the hands of a higher being that may or may not exist, you may or may not be completely fucked over. And if you are? You won't get a word of pity from me. You got what you deserved. Of course, if I'm wrong, then I'm wrong. Maybe there IS a higher power. Maybe he's pissed at me for writing all this shit about him. But if there really is a God, and he loves me, he can forgive me. If not, then he can go fuck himself. You heard me.

Okay, now that I'm SURE I've offended any Christians reading this, I feel that it's safe to move on to other things...Damn, it's already Tuesday. The Parade of Lights is just two days away...Oh joy. It's pretty pathetic, when you really think about it. The farmers get their tractors, put Christmas lights on them, and drive them down the street. And the worst thing is, it's the biggest fucking event of the entire season in this stupid town. Yeah, that says a lot about us...I fucking hate this town. I hate it so much. I wish I lived somewhere where things actually happened...It's so goddamn boring here. And the majority of my friends (and my girlfriend) live in the city next to us...Which is a twenty-minute drive. Which wouldn't be too bad, if I had my fucking license, and a fucking car. But do I? Hell no. Bastards. Who's a bastard? I dunno, people in general. If you're reading this, you probably are too. You bastard.

Okay, I know I mentioned this before, but you know what pisses me off? Little kids in Church. Seriously. That's just as bad as forcing your religion down the throats of other countries. Except THEY have more of a choice. What's a kid gonna say? No, I don't want to worship your God. If they did, they'd probably get a spanking or something. That's just fucked up. What is it with religions and forcing themselves upon others? Is it just a hobby? Is there a competition, who can have the most sheep? Err...Worshippers? No, I'll stick with sheep. They say they're trying to save souls...But who's are they trying to save? The people they're converting, or their own? Are they trying to justify their existance by converting fools that don't know any better? Is that REALLY justification? If you think it is, then that's some pretty fucked up justification. Even things that seem good to people aren't always good. People are flawed. That means they fuck up. A lot. They're not always right. But most people seem to think they're always right, especially when they believe they're doing the will of God, or some higher power. They seek justification for their actions. If I'm doing God's will, then I can't be wrong, can I? Fucking sheep. You know who else thought they were doing God's will? Crazy people, killing innocent people because they thought that the people were evil or something. That they were doing God's work by taking lives. Who...Let me think...BUSH. Bastard.

And yes, we've still got the fucking hand drier conspiracy. I swear to God, there's cameras or something in there! It's too big to be just a fucking fan! Seriously. Conspiracy.All this is basically to try to get my mind off of the opening paragraph...As soon as I stop writing, it's going to hit me again...Especially since the caffeine seems to be wearing off, which means depression is just around the corner... You know what I don't understand? Life. And in some cases, why people bother to live it. If you're living in a desolate country, with no food, no sanitation, nothing, then why are you bothering to live? Do you really have hope for something better? If so, what makes them think that they'll get anything better? If I was in that kind of situation, I don't think I'd bother...So much easier to just end it all. End the pain...I mean, really, if it's that bad...I don't understand. I honestly don't understand what would make people want to continue living their shitty lives. And while they're living their shitty lives, the missionaries come and herd them away like the sheep they are...Because if they worship God, they can go to heaven, and they can be happy...It sickens me. Taking advantage of people like that...And the worst thing is, they honestly believe they're helping them. By converting them, they're saving their soul and all that. But what if you're wrong? What are you doing to these people if you're wrong? Giving them false hope, giving them something that turns out to be complete bullshit? That's what you're doing if you're wrong...But are you wrong? Oh, of course not...Because you know the truth. You just know. You have faith. Faith can only go so far, people. Faith can't put food on the table. Faith can't keep you warm at night. Faith can make you feel like you mean something, but that's about it. But which is worse, not having faith, or having false faith? That's something to think about...

Damn, this is a long blog post...All just to get my mind off the first paragraph...*sigh* I really just don't know what to do about that...I want to believe that she cares, but I can't...Rachel tried to convince me that she cares, that she does because she's my girlfriend, but so what if she's my girlfriend? Did Eva being my girlfriend stop her from cheating on me, losing her virginity to a friend of hers while I was trying to keep the relationship going? No, it didn't. I've taken quite an emotional beating...This is why I don't trust people. Those that I DO trust betray me...But not Jared...Jared has been by my side for thirteen years. Understands me better than I do. But I'm not getting into that now...Deep emotional bond and all that, blah blah blah. He gets it. I get it. If you don't, then okay. That's fine. I don't care. If you can't understand why it's so hard for me to trust people...Then okay, fine, whatever. People like to think of themselves as my friends. To be honest, I have an incredibly limited number of people I would consider to be my friend. Jared, Rachel (W.), James, Mitch, Rick, Eric...And some others, of course, I don't want to think of all of them now. Of course, there are people I like more than others, people who consider me their friend...But I can't consider them to be my friends. It's hard to have friends when you can't trust them. In fact, it's pretty much impossible. At least, it is for me.

Well, as this has reached almost 2,500 words, I figure it's just about time for me to end it...Feel free to comment, and if you've actually read the whole thing, thank you. I know it's a lot, and not all of it makes sense. And if you're a christian, you're very offended right now. Good, you should be.

Until next time,
Oh, the pain, the pain of it all!
~Kataron

Home For A Rest

Whoa. My last post was almost two thousand words. It was one thousand, nine-hundred and something...Good times. But man, that's a lot of words. I'm updating a bit earlier than usual today...Just because I'm bored. Yep.

I skipped fourth today. It was awesome. I was gonna hang out with Jared, but instead, James, Mitch and I went to Zellers. We were supposed to meet him afterwards, but we got distracted. There was Coke there, 2L bottles for $1.12. Awesome stuff. So we bought two bottles and went back to the caf. It was fun, we talked about stuff. And apparently, I have to get drunk on New Year's Eve. Because James keeps bitching about me for judging something I've never tried before. But yeah...I'm still not entirely sure I'm going to do it, but I might. It'd be interesting. Yep.

Skipping fouth was fun...Got to hang out with James and Mitch. Lots of laughs. And I don't think I would have been doing anything in third anyway, so whatever. We also talked about something that pissed me off. You wanna know what pisses me off? Missionaries, and all that shit. People who go to other countries to shove their fucking religion down the throats of people who don't know any better. That just disgusts me. I can't respect anybody that goes around forcing their religion on people. I mean, you tell them that if they don't do what you say, they're going to burn in hell. Okay, this whole rant is really biased, because I'm not Christian, and I don't entirely believe in the whole heaven-hell-God bullshit. But yeah, people that force their religion on others just sicken me. And I mean, missionaries are going to other countries to do it. They're preaching to people who don't know any better NOT to listen. They're just living their lives, and all of a sudden, missionaries show up and now they're going to hell. That was never a concern for them before. Now they worship something so they won't be damned to eternal hellfire, when maybe they didn't even want to. But hey, who wants to burn in hell? And worse yet, my friend Eric wants to BE a missionary. He wants to be a goddamn brainwasher, telling these people what to believe, how they should live their lives. That just pisses me off.

But yeah. That was my main 'people-suck' rant for now. I think I'm done posting for the time being...I'll probably post again before I go to bed, because I won't have anything better to do.

Until next time,
Arm the photon Tequitos!
~Kataron

Plot Advancement. SHHHH!!!!

The Ice Giant Cometh! Oh wait...That's just me...Nevermind ^_^

Soooo...The RP forum I'm part of. Apparently, while I wasn't paying attention, they had some kind of...'awards'. I didn't win anything, but I was voted for. I got two votes, one in each of two categories. One was....uhhh....Most Enjoyable To Be Around...or something...And the other was Favourite Member. So apparently, not only does some poor deluded soul enjoy being around me, but I'm their favourite member! I'm not complaining or anything, but that's just weird. I can only assume it's the same person...Probably Jessie. She's pretty much the only person I've been nice to. SHE has grammar. How hard is it to use a little fucking grammar, eh? I don't give a flying fuck if you use your goddamn cyber-fucking-slang when you're talking to your shitbrick friends, but this is a public motherfucking forum. I MEAN, HONESTLY. It's not that fucking hard! You hold shift to make capitals. SEE? Of course, over-using this is just as bad as under-using it...Then there's this weird thing called a period. It lets people know when they can breathe, and where to seperate thoughts and ideas. And there are these crazy things called punctuation marks! If you put them around text, it shows that you're talking. See how that works? Yeah, it's pretty complicated if you're a fuckwit. But you don't have to be a fuckwit! You can change, dammit! You can change! You just have to put in a bit of effort! Hold that shift key! Use those punctuation marks! And for fuck's sake, check your goddamn spelling! Losing is spelled losing. Not loosing. The is the. Not teh. Towards is Towards. NOT twards. I mean, it's not that hard to go over your two-paragraph post and just read it, to see if you CAN read it. And for the love of God, people...Use punctuation. Commas can go a LONG way. Yet I regress...

Yep. I got voted. Did my buddy/God Rion get voted? Nope. Did Jared? Nope. I FUCKING RULE. Bi-atches. So, I wore my new shoes today. Got a bunch of compliments on them :) That's always good, to be complimented. It happens to me so rarely...It's odd to hear it. But yeah. They rock. My shoes, that is. Presentations began in my Data Management class today...Final Presentations. I'm so fucking lucky I got picked like...second-last. Hells yeah! I get to present after everybody else. That means I have MAJOR time to prepare. Which is good, because I've barely started. I'm doing a comparison of Dungeons and Dragons classes. Gonna use the usuals...Fighter, Cleric, Rogue, Sorceror, and some sort of Ranger-type class. Yep. Maybe one or two others...I'll be comparing stats, skills, spells, weapon proficiencies, Armour proficiencies, shit like that. I'm going to find out what really is the best class...*cough*sorceror*cough* What? Biased? Me? Go fuck yourself. You can't prove a goddamn thing. MY BIAS WILL GO UNNOTICED! I don't think anybody in the class realizes how obsessed with magic and magic-users I am...Which is good, so the bias really WILL go unnoticed. I'ma make me some fancy graphs for it. Everybody loves graphs. Don't you love graphs? What? You don't...? *beats you in the head with a salmon* What's that you say now? You do like graphs, you were just joking? That's a lot better....*hits you one more time for good measure*

What the hell song is this? Oh...BareNaked Ladies...I didn't recognize the start. Yeah. You know what pisses me off? Still? THOSE FUCKING HAND DRIERS! I just avoid the bathrooms that only use them. Some have the things for paper towel, but they're always fucking empty. Pisses me off. Seriously, it's a fucking conspiracy.

I had a good idea last night! Okay, so I'm going to be starting a software company with my best buddy Jared...And we're also gonna start a cyber cafe too, to have two sources of income. I came up with a name for the cyber cafe :) 'The Hub'. How cool is that? So computer-y...Plus it makes sense, and it's a word your average fucksponge will have probably heard. Yep! And thus, I are teh genious. I meant to spell both 'the' and 'genius' wrong in that sentence, by the way. Bi-atch. Thought you had me there, didn't you? THE HELL YOU DID! Nobody gets me. I'm fuckin' perfect, goddamn it.

You know what's the worst spelling mistake? When you're trying to say 'I have perfect spelling.', and you spell perfect wrong...It's happened to me before, although you can't prove it. That pisses me off. Also, I fucking hate wrestling. Do the kids of today realize that it's all fake? Do they really? They say they do, but I'm not so sure...It's all a big fucking soap opera. A soap opera, but with fucktards in tights fighting other fucktards in tights. And that's why you should all give me a dollar.

*starts head-banging* FUCK YEAH! This is a great song. It's like...Mario, but...Rock. Well, it's the Rocked up version of the Mario Underworld Theme. Fuckin' right. YEAH! Mario is a God. I remember the first time I played Super Mario World...:) I was like...'Holy shit...' :p All I'd ever played before was original NES, and DAMN, did the SNES ever have better graphics. Good times...

I had something else to say...What was it? Bah, I have no memory retention...You know what confuses me? When people come on, start talking to me, then say, and I quote, 'sh! I'm not here!'. Yeah, my gf, Veronica, just came on, said hi, we spoke to each other for a minute, then that. Not sure what happened. Confused, though. Either she wasn't supposed to be on, or it was her sister. Her sister's annoying. My playlist fucking RULES. Almost 600 songs. And that's WITHOUT my Cowboy Bebop music. Fuckin' right! That's some good shit right there.

Man...I went through like..70 screenshots from Growlanser Generations today...Fuck, man. Fuck. If it's as good as it looks, and sounds (from the review I read), then it's been well fucking worth the wait! Shit, man. Over three months. But it looks SO FUCKING GOOD! I can't wait...I'm so fucking psyched. I haven't played a good RPG in way too long...Last RPG I bought was La Pucelle Tactics, which was fun, but got old. All of the names were stupid fucking French shit...Like, seriously. It pissed me off. The Airship was called the fucking 'Escargot'. It looked like a giant fucking snail! There is such a thing as over-doing it, folks! Yeah, you're Japanese, you think French is cool, but shit. That's just dumb. And there was Mayonnaise(sp?) Harbour. LAME. I'm just glad I don't understand French, so I don't assign stupid meanings to characters and places. I mean, why the fuck do the Japanese do that? Everything has to fucking mean something. Look at DBZ characters. From a site I saw, a lot of their names are based on food. How do you respect somebody who's named after a fucking vegetable? It just pisses me off.

Damn you, Japan! So bad, yet...so...good...mmm...anime...mmm...Japanese games...So goddamn addictive. It's like a drug, but...you know, animated.

Man...I know there was something I wanted to talk about in here...uhhh...Almost had it...Fuck. Lost it. Oh well. Hey, you know what's fun? When people try and push you into a locker. A locker where your girlfriend is. You, of course, don't fit, but it pushes you right up close to her...Always fun ^_~

But seriously, man. There was something I wanted to talk about...What the fuck was it? DAMN YOU, LONG SLEEVES! Can't write on my arm to remember shit...I'ma wear my bathrobe to school tomorrow ^_^ I fucking love my bathrobe. And I'm gonna skip fourth with Jared! Yay! We're gonna nerd it up. Geek around. All that good stuff. He's got accounting, so it doesn't matter if he skips, and I'm just tired of learning. I mean, don't get me wrong...My fourth period can be fun, and I like both my normal teacher, and the student teacher, but work is still work. And I despise work. With a fiery passion. But my teacher is really cool. She used to play D&D! She had a character named Agamemnon, from the Trojan war ^_^ Well, that's where the name came from. She's so talkative...lol. It's fun, the student teacher can't really get mad at me for talking to the normal teacher :p MUAHAHAHAHAHA! That's right, I can abuse the system. But yeah. Skipping anyway. Unless Jared has a quiz or something...In which case, we'll skip tomorrow. I just told him at lunch that any time he wanted to skip fourth, I could go with him, and skip my class. And he's like...'How about tomorrow?". So I say sure. Good times WILL be had by all. Plus, that means Vero can have me at lunch, and he can have me in fourth ^_^ They have to share me. It's fun being shared. More than one person wants me, yay! It's pretty awesome. But if my girlfriend has me, I can kiss her and such. And that's damn fun.

Heheheheh...Reminiscing about old cartoons with my friend Rachel. You guys remember Gargoyles? Man, that show was the shit when I was a kid! I'd used to get up at six in the fucking morning to watch it! That dog...Man, that was a cool dog. And all those other good old shows...Six in the fucking morning. I'd watch Gargoyles, and whatever Superhero show was on...It changed depending on what day it was. Silver Surfer, Fantastic Four, Batman, Spiderman ^_^ I fucking LOVED Spiderman. That webslinger can save me anyday! I hated how Jameson portayed him as bad :( I'da kicked his ass if I was Spidey...But he had self-restraint ^_^ I'm so angry and violent...I would have kicked everybody's ass. OH! You know who ruled?! VENOM! Venom was so fucking cool. Not like Carnage...I mean, I like him and all that, but he's pure evil...Venom, now he's not that bad. He's cool. Carnage was just a psycho killer, not much depth there. But Venom...He had a real character, he had a story, he had his reasons...He had love. LOVE, DAMMIT!

ERG. You know what pisses me off? And I mean, more-so than a lot of things I've talked about pissing me off...Anti-Coke people. Apparently some workers were killed. Something about unions. And my friend Sarah has decided that because of it, the entire company is evil, and the product is bad. That's fucking bullshit! Okay, some bad decicions were made, but that does NOT reflect the entire company. That does NOT reflect the product. Anybody that says it does can go and shove a coke bottle up their asses. GO FUCK YOURSELVES. I don't care! I just don't fucking care! They're not evil, god dammit! Maybe some of the people that work for them are evil, maybe they're sadistic fucks, but that does NOT reflect the goddamn company! I love Coca-Cola. I eat, drink, and breathe Coca-Cola. I'm a corporate fucking whore, and I'm fine with that. I hate Pepsi, I've been brainwashed and all that, but just the smell of Pepsi makes me sick to my stomach. But seriously. If you're gonna come up to me and tell me that Coke is bad because some workers died, you need a whoopin'. You heard me. Seriously, that's just fucking stupid. It's a company. It's not evil. It wants money. Maybe it's greedy, but it's not evil. And all companies are greedy. Just look at Microsoft. Okay, bad example, they ARE evil...But still. Coke not evil. Some fuckwits that work for them, maybe, but not the company, and not the product.

Told you I'd write more tonight ^_^
That's enough for now...I need to debate about why I shouldn't stop drinking Coke.

Until next time,
And I've never been to Boston in the fall!
~Kataron

FINALLY.

It's about fucking time this stupid site worked. My dad is really pissing me off...He's drunk again. Big surprise there. And what does he do when he's drunk? Why, he pulls me aside for a father-son talk! Goddammit, I hate those. Always when he's drunk, and he pretends he has a fucking clue. Like he knows what he's talking about, like he understands what I'm going through. The hell he does! I can't even use the fucking laptop because it's my mom's for work. He feels that they check everything, every time, that they'd know exactly what I'd been doing on there, even if I deleted the games, that they'd put that much time into finding all that shit out, because it matters THAT much to them. Then he goes into the standard rant blah blah blah should be working harder blah blah blah get a job blah blah blah I'm not saying *hic* blah blah blah *whatever he just said he wasn't saying*. It's all bullshit. Bullshit, I say!

He's talking about getting a new computer....HA! He was talking about updating the six-year-old piece of shit we have now. Yeah, I'd like to update my Pentium 2 computer...We need a complete overhaul. He's talking about how we can do it, and how he knows a guy, all the shit we've been through before. Hell, I've even priced out a computer before, but did anything happen? Nope, no way. And now he feels that he can actually do something about it? He's a fuckwit. You wanna know what my most predominant memory of my father is right now? It'd be him holding a fold-up table over me, ready to bring it down. I'm NEVER going to forget that. I'm never going to forget the look on his face, how pissed off he was. I was scared of him for a while. But now, when I look at him, I just pity him. He's an alcoholic. James, if you're reading this, for fuck's sake, don't mention any of it to your dad or anything. It's just get me in shit, and I'm in no mood to deal with any of it.

So yeah...My mom's sick again, her Multiple Sclerosis is acting up, my dad's got a lot of work, and whenever he gets home, he just gets drunk. My brother was a complete fuckwit over the weekend, which I mostly blame on his friend spending the weekend with us. Everything just seems to be going together to piss me off. It's so goddamn depressing. Sometimes, realization hits me, and it's like a physical blow. How much of this shit really matters? I mean, really? Will any of this stuff make any difference in my life when I'm older? Am I just being foolish to care about it at all? What's the fucking point? Why are we here? Why am I here? Does anybody even give a fuck about me? You know what my worst nightmares have been? Being miniscule in a giant world...Just being overwhelmed by everything...Especially falling, just seeing how massive everything is, seeing how small and insignificant you really are...That's the most horrifying feeling I can imagine. Just the realization about how insignificant and pointless you really are, how nothing in your life could ever make a difference...That's the worst feeling I've ever felt. Yeah...

I spent most of the day hanging out with Rick...He borrowed a copy of Fable from Steve. Damn, that's good. I went over there after I finished doing research for my Data Management project...Luckily, I'm like...The last person in my class to present, a few days before the Christmas holiday. I should have plenty of time to finish it. But yeah...Fable. I'm kinda neutral. Some evil shit, some good shit...I'm more evil now, but that's more because of my armour/tattoos than anything else...I have a tattoo of a flaming monkey on my back. It's awesome. It boosts both my attractiveness, AND my scariness. That's some good shit. But yeah. Haven't really done much today, other than that...Got home, dinner, bath...Then I tried to go on the laptop, and father-son talking ensued. It always pisses me off..Especially how he honestly believes that he knows everything, that he understands exactly how I feel...And they're always, always, always when he's drunk. Without fail. *sigh*

One of the things that pisses me off most is when he tells me what not to do...When he tells me not to have a certain look, not to crack my knuckles, not to shake my leg, not to sigh, it just pisses me off so much! That he feels that he can actually control how I look, how I feel! Grrr....That's probably what pisses me off most. But yeah...

This is a less ranty blog entry, 'cause I don't have much to talk about, and I'm just generically pissed off, and can't focus my thoughts...I'll try to have something better tomorrow. You know, criticizing society, all that stuff. Yeah.

Until next time,
I'll have my revenge. Mark my words.
~Kataron

The Day After

Yo ho ho, and some other piratey sayings. Miss me? Of course you did, goddamn it. I'm Kataron. That somehow makes you miss..uhh....fuck, I'm confused now.

So, I finally did it...After at least a month of being prodded by my parents, I did it...I now own shoes. They're so goddamn confining. I fucking hate shoes. It's all about the sandals. But it was getting to the point when I'd get home just from walking here from the bus stop, and I wouldn't be able to feel my toes...That's never good. I was trying to find a very specific type of shoe...I wanted pink dress shoes. Wouldn't that be awesome? I mean, they're PINK DRESS SHOES. Can't go wrong. Unfortunately, they didn't have any in pink...So I walked away in a pair of stylish black dress shoes, which I have the intention of eventually turning pink. Dye or something, I dunno, haven't thought it out. Maybe paint. *shrug* Hey, this song just got all techno-y...Kick ass. But yeah. Dress shoes. Unfortunately, now I need a whole new wardrobe to go WITH the shoes...I only own like...three pairs of pants. Yeah, it's pretty pathetic. A pair of blue jeans. A pair of black jeans. And these weird ones I just kinda found in my room a while back. Not jeans, a nice light white material...I likes 'em. But yeah. The dress shoes could go with the black jeans, but they still kinda clash. And they don't go with my t-shirts at all...I'm thinking I'll start wearing more button shirts. I've got a bunch, I just don't wear them very often. And by that, I mean at all. UNFORTUNATELY, my vest doesn't go with button shirts. So if I wear that, I have to give up the vest, vital carrier of...things. DAMN YOU, SHOES! DAMN YOU TO HELL! But they are shiny. Shiny is good. Shiny is VERY fucking good.

But yeah. Today, I mostly just played Age of Mythology. I got it from Rick yesterday, his computer's fucked, so he can't play any of his games. Clearly, it's all the fault of that shitwit from those Dell commercials. Dude, you're getting a --- SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DIE. Or it's part of the hand drier conspiracy...Oh, that's right, I haven't forgotten about you. Good times were clearly had by all.

Anyways, yeah, didn't really do much today. I was going to work on a project I'm really behind in, but...you know, video games...I can't help myself. I'm addicted. I'm also hooked on phonics. But you can't prove anything. Nothing at all.

And apparently I'm gay...Damn you, Jared! I told him I was straight. Twice. That's how I put it, before he said I was gay. He said that the two straights cancel each other out. So apparently, I'm gay...It led into a whole conversation about how I could become straight, which ended up involving me swimming to England, flying with my arms to the country of Chad, something about a mountain, and orally pleasuring Elmo...I decided I'm just gonna let my girlfriend try to straightify me again. Yeah. That sounds more fun to me...Besides, Elmo scares me. But then there was a whole conversation involving a movie he watched recently where this guy tells his girlfriend he's gay, and the rest of the movie is her trying to make him straight again. So that's what I'm going for now with my girlfriend. Yep. Wow, when I put it like that, I sound so desperate...lol. Meh, I am. No use hiding it.

Fuck, I'm tired...I don't like being tired...And my head hurts. I just took an advil though, waiting for it to take effect. I don't like going to bed any time before 2 on weekends, because that's the only time I get to stay up late...Last weekend was great, though. heheheh...On Friday night, I stayed up until 3, because cartoons were just so damn tempting, and then I got up at 7 to go volunteer at a church in Hamilton with Veronica...Good times. Shit...I don't think I can stay up late tonight...I'm tired, and now I feel sick...I hope I don't throw up. I fucking hate throwing up. All that good food going to waste...Tastes a lot better going down than coming up, I'll tell you that. In fact, I'ma tell you this about that. Just because I wanted to say that. I intend to say that at some point in an RP thread I've got going...

This RP thread, I'm a mage. Well, a mage, and a lush. With an obsession with shiny objects...but yeah. I'ma try to steal something from one of the others in the group, something shiny. It's gotta be at night, while they're sleeping, and if the godmodding little fuckers decide that they weren't sleeping after all, though their last post was them sleeping, or that they wake up just in time or whatever, which of course WILL happen, I just pretend to be drunk and fall down. I'd say 'I...I'll tell you this...*hic* I'll tell you this about that...*falls down*'. Just like that. Brilliant, eh? Then I'm going to steal the thing the whole quest is about. Why, you ask? Because I'm evil. I hate people. And these people piss me off so much with their horrible spelling and utter lack of grammar...Bastards deserve whatever comes to them. And once I've got the black orb, I'm going to summon the Black Knight, who will go medieval on their asses. MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Being evil never smelled so minty fresh. I mean...err...Can't prove anything.

You know that feeling you get? When you're so tired, everything just seems like a dream? It's all just surreal...Like it's not really happening? Yeah, I'm getting that now. I usually get it after Mitch's parties. I don't like sleeping at those. Of all the parties at his place I've been to in the past year or so, I've only slept at one...And that was because I stayed up until five the night before. Totally worth it. But yeah, I've had that feeling so bad that when I was talking to people on MSN, I could swear that their display picture was moving. And I'm getting that now with the entire computer screen. It's like...My head isn't moving, but it is...My eyes aren't moving, but it is...It's weird. I'm not crazy, dammit. I'm eccentric. There's a difference.

And just as an update, I still like breasts. No matter whether or not Jared says I'm gay, I still like breasts, dammit. Not overly large ones...Those can be creepy. But nice-sized ones...Not too small...Although they can appear to be smaller than they actually are. But yeah. I seem to have a breast fetish. Okay, most guys like breasts, but I seem to enjoy them more than the average male...Oh well. Fetishes are fun. I also have a skirt fetish. Especially plaid skirts. The whole schoolgirl thing, you know? Plaid skirt, white dress shirt...Maybe pigtails...So fucking hot. But yeah. Getting off track. Whoa...I closed my eyes, now I'm tpying without looking at the screen...Forgive any spelling errors I make here, but yeah...I might not make any, I'm pretty good with typing, but you never know...When I do slip up, and hit the wrong key, I can usually tell, just because the key was different than the one I should have been hitting...Eyes open again. Man, I still feel sick...Maybe I should go to bed soon...But first, I think I should see what's on tv...I like tv. Friday night is more my tv-watching night than Saturday, though...Friday has Justice League, Gundam Seed, InuYasha, and Witch Hunter Robin...I'm still not even sure what Saturday has. I usually watch movies on my free movie channels. Yep.

Anywho, I'm off.

Until next time,
Fear the ducks.
~Kataron

Goodnight Julia

Hey hey, peopleses. I can say that now 'cause people read this blog. YEAH! I'm so cool. Anyways, I have a lot to rant about tonight...I've been writing things that I need to rant about on my arm lately, and I've got a few things.

First off, Final Presentations. They piss me off so much. As if we, as students, didn't have enough stress as it is, homework, jobs, trying to manage a social life, relationships, etc, etc, they have to pile THAT shit on us to. Mind you, this is why I just avoid jobs, homework, and social lives, but still. I still hates them. Especially when we have months to do them. Because if we have that long to do them, I KNOW that I won't. Because it's just too damn long. I mean, really, there's no sense of urgency, no read NEED to do it. Then along comes the presentation date, and you're not ready...That's a bitch. Goddamn projects. I'd prefer to only have a month to do it than get the packet during the first month of school, and have all that time for it to get lost amongst my other papers. Bastards!

Next on the agenda...Public Restrooms. This is my anti-society rant for the post. WHY THE FUCK CAN'T PEOPLE JUST FLUSH THE GODDAMN TOILET?!?! Is it that fucking hard? You push down a little thing, and flush...I mean, goddamn it people. It's not as bad when it's just piss, but when people take full-fledged SHITS in there, and just leave it sitting in the bottom of the bowl, I just have a bit of a problem. We don't want to see that. We don't want to smell that, long after you've gone back to class. Last week, I was honestly surprised to see a clean toilet bowl. No urine, no shit, just clear water. That's how I leave them. But most guys? Noooooo....Flushing is too much work. HOW ABOUT I RIP OFF YOUR HEAD AND SHIT DOWN YOUR FUCKING NECK?! NO FLUSHING THERE, GODDAMN IT! Don't fuck with me. Fucking halfwit cocksuckers. I mean, DAMN. It's a simple task, folks. I might be able to forgive a small amount of forgetfullness, every now and then, but not to flush your shit in a public restroom, on multiple occasions, and just leave it there? What, do you think you're taking some sort of fucked up revenge on the school by not flushing? YOU'RE NOT. YOU'RE JUST PISSING ME OFF. They've put up papers in the washroom about 'How to properly wash your hands'. I think it'd be better if they put things in toilet stalls, about HOW TO FLUSH THE FUCKING TOILET. FUCKERS.

Neeeeeeeext! Ah, yes. Faking. Somebody today told me they thought I FAKED being angry. Yeah, I like to pretend to be angry, just for kicks. FUCK YOU. I'm a very angry person. Angry and violent. I wasn't always angry and violent. But now I just don't see any reason in holding back my hostility. I bottle shit up too much anyways, keep all my feelings inside, never tell anybody about them. I've decided to do that less, let it out more. If somebody pisses me off, they'll damn well know it. I'm angry, I'm violent, and I'm NOT FAKING ANYTHING. If it hadn't been a girl that said it, I would have smacked them. But I have a strict anti-girl-hitting policy. Chivalry lives, dammit. In an evil, angry, violent, caffeine-addicted shell of a man, but it lives.

Also...Revenge. Haven't you ever wanted to get back at somebody? Of course you have. Everybody has. Me more-so than most. Because I'm so angry and all. Things just tend to piss me off. For instance, I stole Jared's hat today, at the end of the day. He's got an old fedora, I reall like it. In fact, it's going to be mine once he buys himself a red one. He wants a red hat, because of Red Hat Linux. Goddamn Penguin. Anyways, I was going down the hall with it, and some kid (a friend of Jared's stepbrother, I believe...) just comes by and grabs it off my head, running down the hall towards Jared! He hadn't given a damn that I'd taken it, I would have been able to wear it all weekend. But nooo, that little prick had to steal it back. I'll get my revenge on him...I'll get my revenge on EVERYBODY THAT FUCKS WITH ME. I have a list. A revenge list. Not a list of people to kill or anything, mind you...I haven't had one of THOSE since grade 10. No, I'm going to get revenge with petty pranks. Everybody loves petty pranks. But I have a list. I have people appearing on that list up to four times. People piss me off that often, yeah. Then they get all freaked out when they find out I have a list, like I'm going to kill them or something. I guess I seem like the type...Weird, eccentric, violent...But I'm not going to kill anybody. Not yet, anyways. I haven't been driven over the edge. But were something to make me snap, I could see myself bringing a gun to school, shooting some people, and then turning it on myself. I dunno. But yeah, I'm nowhere near that point. The fools are safe for now. FOR NOW. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

I actually had a pretty good time at the Youth Group tonight. I was pissy last week when it was too religious, but it was a lot better this time. Eric didn't show up, nor did his friend Jake, one of the really Christian people, so there were less real Christians to argue about stupid shit I don't care about. I played a match of Chess with Andrew, who's a really cool guy. I first met him at the Youth Retreat two years ago, he's like...20-something. But yeah, he might be taking over for Greg if he gets a new job. But yeah, we played a match of chess. Pretty close, too. But he was good. Very good. I played a good game, but he played a better game. He beat me, although it was close near the end...I had to forfeit, because there was no possibility of my victory. Examining all possible scenarios, the best I could have done was prolong my run by three turns. I didn't care enough to do that, so I gave up and shook his hand. Of course, then I schooled his sorry ass in checkers. That's a fun game. But it's not as hard as Chess. Chess is awesome, you really have to think to get the moves. There were times when he'd move, and I'd see the masterpiece of his plan really take shape, and then I'd move to stop his plan before it got too far. Other times, I just sort of stumbled about the chess board, accidentally disrupting as many plans as I was letting him create with my randomness. He was good, though. Jared would like him. Jared and I need to play chess more. I need to get better, so I can beat Andrew. BEAT HIM SO BAD HE'D NEVER KNOW WHAT HIT HIM.

I also found out that I could work insulting the other player's mother into a game of chess. We got into a 'Your momma's so fat...' competition. It was good. He used the sitting AROUND, the house, I used a random crappy one, there were a few good ones said, and a few really dumb ones. I forget most. But man, I can really fuck with people's minds. I did that to Rick while we were playing Halo 2 today. I was singing while he was chasing me around, us both in ghosts, because I had the Rocket Launcher, and he wanted it. I was boosting everywhere, so he had to boost to catch up, and you can't fire your gun while boosting, so it was a rather long chase. I kept singing random things, mostly about how his mom was a whore. I do that a lot...He was so pissed off. It was awesome. He owned me, of course, but I spent as much time blowing up empty warthogs as I did trying to kill him. When I spawn next to a warthog, with two grenades, I can't help but blow it up! I just can't! I have a problem...heheheheh, I even killed myself twice because I ran out of grenades and I beat the warthog until it exploded. It's not a good idea to beat explosive objects with the butt of your gun. Just a warning.

My brother's friend is visiting for the weekend. His buddy Robert. He used to be over here all the time, then he moved out into the country somewhere. Now we never see him, and he goes to Heights. I fucking hate that school. Like, honestly. 99.99999% of the people that go there are complete fuckwits. And that's give or take 0.000001%. Yep. (give). Apparently, on the bus, they call me Weird Al, because I have hair like his. I remember last year, the Heights bus pulled up in front of Ross (my school), and one of the kids opened their window, and yelled at me 'Hey, don't you think it's about time you got a haircut?'. I immediately responded with 'Hey, don't you think it's about time for you to go fuck yourself?'. Oh yeah. I'm so clever. Fucking heights dipshits. And we always have to wait for their fucking bus to get there, because like...Three or four people on our bus transfer from THAT bus. I say fuck them, I don't want to wait for a bunch of dipshit heights fuckers. They're so fucking annoying. I want to blow up their school. But yeah.

Anyways, I think I've ranted enough tonight...Justice League starts in about half an hour, I gotta get caffeinated before it starts. Hells yeah!

Until next time,
YOUR MOMMA'S SO FAT, I HIT HER WITH A CAR. SHE ASKED ME WHY I DIDN'T GO AROUND HER, I TOLD HER I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH GAS!
~Kataron

Fake Site

Hey, people, check this out.

Isn't it awesome! I wish it were true, lol...It looks exactly like the normal CNN site. I bought it for a bit, too :p Wishful thinking, I guess...I fucking hate Bush. He's an ass-monkey. But yeah, just thought I'd share the url with you. It's pretty awesome. I wish it were real!

http://www.world-cnn.com/2004/WORLD/americas/11/30/bush.arrest/index.html

GRRRRR.

HERE'S YOUR GODDAMN HONOURABLE MENTION RIGHT HERE, JAMES. HAPPY? LOOK, YOU'VE BEEN MENTIONED!

Moving on...
I'm pissed. The game I was supposed to get tonight has been delayed again, this time by a week. Fuckers. I pre-ordered this game three fucking months ago, now. And it's been delayed again. The guy at EB says it's probably to finish translating and such. It's two games, that's pretty big, so it'll take a while to translate. If it's not done in a week, I'm going to kick Jared so hard in the nuts that he'll cry. Just to release my anger in a way that doesn't hurt anybody important. Yeah, that's right, Jared. Wanna fight about it? But yeah. A week. It now comes out on the ninth. Which also happens to be the night of the Parade of Lights here, so I can't get it that night, I'll have to wait until next Friday to get it. But then I have all weekend...That's good, I guess. But yeah, still pretty pissed off. You'd think the goddamn company could at least predict how long it would take them to finish their game, down to...Oh, I dunno, maybe a month. NOT three. Cock-suckers. This had better be some damn good gaming...Or else all will suffer my wrathful wrath. But there's ONE upside to all this...The price has gone down $50. It was gonnna be about $150, but now it's like...$99.99 or something. Yeah. That's pretty good, I guess...But still, wrathful wrath. Yep.

Anyways, I have a few things written on my arm to remind me to mention them on here...Yes, one was the HONOURABLE mention to my friend James, who has apprently started to read my blog. Putting the blog url in my screen name seems to have upped my readers. Upped it from one, to like...four or five. It used to just be Veronica, who I gave the url to, now I've got Jared, Eric, Rachel, James, AND Veronica. Yep. Pretty good, if I do say so myself. I dunno, it's just somehow satisfying to think that people would actually care about your horrendously boring life...But yeah, I think it's because of my way with words. I'm a grammar nazi, folks. Everything's gotta be perfect. I like using big words, to sound important. And I swear like a fuckin' sailor. I swear more on this blog during my posts than I do through a large part of the normal day. It's just that when I'm on here, I tend to talk about things that are pissing me off, you know? I wrote down a few things that piss me off...

First of all, what the fuck is up with those stupid goddamn blow driers/dryers/whatever that are used in washrooms now? I mean, really? How the fuck are we supposed to dry our hands with air? It's fucking impossible to get your hands completely dry, and those bastards know it. They WANT us to wipe it on our pants. It's all one big fucking conspiracy. I bet they faked the moon landing as part of it, just to draw attention away from what they were doing. But those fuckers can't get past me. I'm too good. I'm thinking I should take a screwdriver to one, see if there's any hidden cameras or microphones in there. Oh yes, they're watching me. I know they are. Whenever I go into the washroom, I look up at the little vent thing in the ceiling...And it looks back. I swear to God, there's cameras in there or something. Stupid washrooms...And urinals. They scare the shit out of me. And that's not what you want at a urinal anyway. That's for toilets. I dunno, I'm self-concious. I like to rant on and joke about my massive wang, but it just freaks me out to have it out in the open like that. And, I mean, what if you aim too high, and the piss gets reflected off the back and onto your pants? Ew. I use stalls. I like stalls. Stalls are private. Stalls are normal. If urinals were normal, we'd have them in our fucking houses. NEWSFLASH, PEOPLE. WE DON'T! We have toilets. Hence, toilets are normal. Don't fuck with me on this. Don't question my fucking logic. I'm right, goddamn it! I'M FUCKING RIGHT!

You know what else I hate? People. People that talk about video games like they have a fucking clue. Some stupid bitch at school called the Xbox controller I've mounted on a metal rod a 'joystick'. HOW THE FUCK IS AN XBOX CONTROLLER A FUCKING JOYSTICK?! ANSWER ME THAT, GODDAMN IT! I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH PEOPLE?! It pissed me off so much...I just wanted to hit her in the head with it...But then it would get taken away, and I wouldn't have a sceptre...I need a sceptre, as the local acting King of Winter-een-mas...I needs it! I think the only reason it hasn't been taken away yet is that people don't realize that it's a metal rod covered in duct tape. I mean, I could easily hurt somebody very badly with it. It's a metal rod with a heavy controller on the top of it. But it's covered in duct tape. Some dick on the bus thought it was JUST duct tape, asked why it didn't collapse in on itself. A girl in my fourth period class thought it was a stick. Nobody realizes, and their ignorance helps. But back to the rant at hand...Why do people insist on thinking they know things? And why is simple information so hard for people to understand? Buff. Simple enough, isn't it? Guess again...My buddy Rick was telling me about how a friend of his didn't know what a buff was...And he's a gamer, or so I've been told. How can a gamer NOT know what a buff is? When Rick explained it to him, he said he thought it sounded dirty, like a term for a blowjob or something...I said to Rick, when he told me that, 'No, if I were going to get a blowjob, I'd say something about how I was going to see his mom'. Yep. Gotta throw in the sexual reference to his mother. Fuckwit. Buff. From the word buffer. Fuckwit. FUCKWIT! I should break his legs. But yeah. Then you've got people who think they know things again...Grrr...Going...Through...Webcomic...Find...Example... YES! Found it! It's about damn time...
http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/?t=archives&date=2003-06-06
Fucking wiggers. Now, you might like to believe that this is fiction, purely made up, not based on even a semblance of fact. How ignorant you are. This happens, people. This is a disease, that needs to be wiped out. You know what else pisses me off? People who use cyber-slang in real life. Jared and I have both heard people use the prhase 'WTF?'. In real life. Yes...It's sad. Well, Veronica used it before, but she was using it less seriously than the people Jared heard. He heard some guy go up to a group of guys and say something along the lines of...'WTF? Where were you guys last night?'. Something like that. What the fuck is wrong with people? It pisses me off when people say that on-line! I use it on occasion, but I usually just say the whole thing. I mean, really. What the fuck is wrong with these people, that they use phrases like this in real life? You're using an ACRONYM. That makes sense in some cases, but not with this. That's like people saying 'lol' in real life. JUST FUCKING LAUGH, GOD DAMMIT! IT'S NOT THAT FUCKING HARD! This is why I hate people...They're all fuckwits, I tell you.

Anywho...I got out of first period today. All the grade 8 bitches. Yep. Fun stuff. I went to 7/11. Got a 1.8L coke, and some cookies. I fucking love cookies. I asked the woman working there what the combos were for breakfast stuff. There's muffins and shit apparently, but they were out. Then she told me that the delicious-looking cookies that were baked fresh daily were NOT part of combo deals. I walked off towards the cookies saying 'They should be! They should be part of every breakfast!'. She then commented, to the woman that had been behind me in line, that it had been 'spoken like a true student'. I dunno, that just entertained me. Then I went back to school and just sorta wandered around. It would have been a lot better if I had my music...JARED. That's right, I think it's about time you fixed my fucking discman, you bastard. If it's not done by Monday, you are -so- sacked. Bi-atch. But yeah. No learning for me. Then I went to second period and had a test. I was the second person done. It was pretty easy, really. That class is my second-best mark, and I've done jack shit in it. I don't study. I don't do homework. I barely even pay attention in class. And I still get an almost decent mark. Clearly I'm awesome. Then there was third...It was pretty boring, I was thinking about skipping, but then I didn't. It was good though, 'cause I got to see Mitch there. He hadn't been at school the day before, and I had a sneaking suspicion that he was dead. Another victim of the hand drier/dryer conspiracy...But he wasn't, he was there. I asked him to host a Winter-een-mas LAN party. He said he was thinking about having one over the Christmas break. I asked him if he would call it a Winter-een-mas one. He said no. Vengeance shall be mine. But yeah.

I really like breasts. I mean, REALLY like breasts. That was one of the problems with having an internet girlfriend. The breasts were there...But they weren't. To be more accurate, they just weren't. That's annoying. But man. I like breasts. That's like...my most frequently said catch-phrase now. I like it. I get weird looks when I say it. Girls think I'm a pervert. I am. I blame my dad. He's got so much porno upstairs, it's not even funny. And all the sexual comments he makes...How could I NOT be a pervert? All my dad's fault. And the French, just 'cause I hate them so. But yeah. Breasts = good.

I love my blog...Seriously, it's such a good way to relieve stress! It rocks. Plain and simple. Especially now that I have an audience...I mean, that's just so cool! People care! Yeah! First step, get an audience...Second step, *mumble mumble mumble*, third step, GLOBAL DOMINATION! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

I'm so wired right now...Oh! And I entered a webcomic contest dealy today, giving a randomly chosen class/race combination for WoW, hoping to win a t-shirt ^_^
www.ctrlaltdel-online.com
Good stuff. Also, I emailed the guy there about Winter-een-mas :) Asking for advice and such. He's awesome. Haven't gotten a reply yet, but he's a busy guy ^_^

I also emailed Red Mage of www.nuklearpower.com to ask about who would win in a fight, a pirate, or a ninja. He's got a whole section where he just answers geeky questions. It rocks. It's called 'twinkin' out'. Check it out. It's awesome.

Anyways, this is long. I end it now.

Until next time,
ONE WEEK AND COUNTING.
~Kataron

Moo. That's right, you fucking heard me. MOO, BITCH.

Hey hey. 'tis I. No, not Abraham Lincoln. I'm much better looking. I are teh Kataron! Yep. So I was upstairs, playing San Andreas, when I remembered that I hadn't posted on here tonight. So I decided to come down to post. And, you know, I didn't want to do this stupid fucking mission. I had just taken a fast bike to another island, taking like...ten minutes or something to get there, to see something, then I went back (courtesy of loading file), and then I got my mission. I had to go back there. Pissed me off. So I gave up and came down here to post. Yep. That's about it.

Man, I had three emails when I got home today. That's fucking crazy. I usually have none. All three were to tell me about personal messages on my RP forum. From three different people. Okay, there's this chick on this forum that never ever uses quotation marks when she speaks. It bugged THE HELL out of me. So I finally mention something this morning. I got a message from her about it, apologizing, saying she was from Holland and didn't know English very well, so that was all good, and I got a message congradulating me for telling her off, lol. Good old Rion...He's like...My God. He started his own religion, the C.o.R.E. That stands for Church of Renilation Extremists. Renilation might be spelled wrong, I'm not sure. But yeah. I joined. I'm like the freakin' pope of the religion. I can make my own title. DAMN! Yeah. Oh, and the third message was from another girl on the RP site, whom Rion and I have somewhat befriended. She's trying to find new places to RP, and asked us if we knew any. I don't, but yeah.

Anyways, let's see what's happening in my life...OH YEAH! No first period tomorrow! Fuck yeah, baby! Fuck yeah! There's some stupid thing with a bunch of grade 8 bitches coming into school to see tech shit. Yeah. And by bitches, I mean girls. How many grade 8 girls AREN'T bitches, I mean, honestly? You got a problem with me, huh?! I'll break your....uhhh...Well, I'll break you. Bi-atch. Anywho, that's first. Second...Test tomorrow. Meh. Not scared. Third....eck...I totally bombed a stupid fucking test today in that...I was so fucking wired at the time. Damn, I was shaking and everything...But I couldn't get a bunch of the questions. Clearly, I blame the French. Snail-sucking bastards. I'm not racist. The French SO aren't a race. Yeah, you heard me. Anywho, yeah. And fourth, generic boring-ness.

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY...!
WINTER-EEN-MAS IS UPON US!
Well, not technically. Technically, it's orginator is totally fucking pussy-whipped, and was forced to cut it back some. But not me, no sirree! I'm celebrating this baby OLD-SCHOOL! I'm talking December to February, baby. Yeah! That's a fucking long holiday. For gamers, nonetheless! Gamers. That's me. Wanna know how we celebrate? WE PLAY VIDEO GAMES! Does it get any better than that? No, no it does not! You think it does? You're stupid. And ugly. And you smell. TAKE THAT! Bi-atch. Anywho, yeah. I'm the fucking king of Winter-een-mas. Well, the local king. I can never usurp the almight cartoon Ethan...I emailed the creator of the webcomic where Winter-een-mas was originally devised, too :) He rocks. I asked for tips on how to celebrate it, and how to spread the word to all the unwashed masses. I assume they're unwashed. But I don't really care. Yeah.

DUDE. I'm so fucking wired right now. I can't stop shaking! It's fucking awesome. I bought a 2L coke yesterday, and I had like...half of it tonight. Nothing better than caffeine, ranting, and Cowboy Bebop music. I actually got complimented on my rants, just recently :) Made me happy! And from my God, no less! He said I had great skills in rantation, something like that. w00t, baby. w00t.

The singing seaaaaaaaas,
The talking treeeeeeeees,
Are silent in a noiiiiiiiiisy waaaaaay!
The stars are briiiiight,
But give no liiiight,
The world spins backwards eeeeeevery day!
Hey, look at that!
A rainbow raaaaaaat!
A checkered caaaaat!
Go tail in tail aloooooooong the road!
The mouse is pleased,
The moon is cheese,
The sun is shining hot and cold!

heheheh...Sorry. I just love this song. Singing Sea, it's called. Cowboy Bebop. Download it now, bitch. Now. I'm switching songs so I don't start singing again...It's got all these fuckin' crazy oxymorons! Awesome. But yeah. Let's see...Yay! Shortened day Friday. No learning for me! Well, no learning for me EVERY day, but yeah. Fuck...If buses come early, that means I lose my 7/11 day... :(
Fuckers. I'll kill them all, let God sort'em out. Who am I talking about? I dunno.

Common lunch. Who's fuckin' brainchild was this, huh? Oh, let's give the juniors and the seniors one big lunch next year! Yeah, that's fucking GREAT. There will be no room anywhere around the school, and fucking horrible lines at the cafeteria. Bastards. BUT....We'd be getting an hour-long lunch, compared to the...uhhh...35-40 minute one we have no. Not bad, but still...

OH MY GOD. What the fuck is wrong with people? Today, my 'ologies teacher put on a CD with a baby crying, for like...ten fucking minutes, while we were trying to work. Wanted to see how it would affect us. Who the fuck records a baby crying? Am I the only person that sees something very wrong with that? I mean, really...WHAT THE FUCK? Oh, the baby's crying again! Quick, get the microphone!
...
Probably French. Fucking Frenchies. And to any French people reading this blog, it's nothing personal. I'm just fucking pissed that they're forcing us to learn the stupid fucking language because Quebec is part of our country when the fuckers want to seperate anyway. I say let them! We don't need the snail-suckers. Fucking French. In Australia, they learn Japanese! Why the fuck can't we learn that instead of French? I'd use it more often, dammit.

But yeah. As far as I know, no plans for the weekend thus far...Probably celebrate Winter-een-mas with some Growlancer ;) TOMORROW! I get it tomorrow! I'm SO FUCKING PSYCHED! The game I pre-ordered for my birthday, which passed almost three months ago! Fuck yeah! About fucking time it came in! I'm psyched, man. Really. I hope it's good. If it's good, I'll write an email to the company and tell them what a DAMN FINE job they're doing, as part of Winter-een-mas Video Game appreciation dealy. Without them, we would be without our precious lifeblood of video games! PRECIOUS LIFEBLOOD. You heard me. And if you're not a gamer? Fuck you, you should be. Pick up a fucking video game controller, and get playing, GOD DAMMIT, BEFORE I KICK YOUR SORRY ASS! Yeah, you heard me.

You know what REALLY pisses me off? And I mean, REALLY pisses me off? Parents who blame violence on video games.

'Oh, that video game is too bloody, too much swearing! It's a bad influence on my precious child!'

If this is something you've said or thunk, you deserve the most painful death imaginable. Don't blame the fucking games! Blame yourself, you horrible parent! I mean, seriously! What the fuck is wrong with you? San Andreas. Blood. Sex. Swearing. So much swearing. THESE GAMES HAVE RATINGS FOR REASONS, YOU COCK-BITING ASSWIPE MOTHERFUCKERS. If you're going to let your kid play, fuck even BUY FOR THEM (as many fuckwit parents have) these games, with these ratings, then don't you fucking DARE blame the video games. You're just a fucker, plain and simple. What's that? I'm just a kid, I should respect my elders and all that bullshit? Yeah, I'll try as soon as they've pulled their heads out of their own asses and seen what's REALLY the problem. Shitty parenting. Look at tv today. Sex, blood, swearing. Just like in video games, except in video games, you control it. Look at the movies these kids are going to see these days! Swearing, nudity, full sex scenes, drug use, all that bad shit! Why the fuck are these kids able to see these? Because we live in a society of fucking violence. But it's not the movies. Nope. Not the media, not the news, showing pictures of bodies, and massacres that are happening around the world. Nope. It's video games. FUCK YOU, BITCH. FUCK YOU. I swear, if I ever hear anybody blaming violence on video games, I'll fucking kill them. Not really much in defense of it, but I'm not violent because of video games. I'm violent because the fuckers I call friends always used to hit me. THAT'S WHY I'M VIOLENT. I'm a very fucking angry person now. DO NOT PISS ME OFF. I don't care who you are, I'm not scared of you, and I WILL hurt you. I have no regard for my own personal safety. I'll take on football players if they piss me off. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, FUCKERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Anyways....Jared's taken a look at the blog, and he's going to give me my font :) Century Gothic, baby. Now THAT is a font. Fuck yeah. It's me. I don't know how, it just is. It's me. Perfect for me. So Jared's gonna fuck around with the html for this thing, make it Century Gothic. And please, if anybody reading this has suggestions for changing html, leave a comment. Really, I need all the advice I can get. I'm on here a lot, I might as well make it look good, right? Well...This is a fairly long rant. I'ma end this now, after spending the last forty minutes writing this. I hope you've enjoyed the latest addition to the madness.

Until next time,
GUNS DON'T KILL PEOPLE, KIDS WHO PLAY VIDEO GAMES KILL PEOPLE. So don't fuck with me.
~Kataron