99 Red Balloons

Yeah...This is the post for today. I know, it's really early. But I'm bored. There's not much else to do in summer school, whilst we're in the computer labs. I've done pretty much all the research my caffeinated brain can bear, and I seek entertainment. Thus, blog post.

I'd do another one tonight, just because I'm so pathetic, but that'd be post number three-hundred. That's right. Three hundred posts on here. Am I pathetic, or am I pathetic? I must be, I'm blogging from summer school. Oh well.

I wanna do something special for the big 300. I just don't know what yet. And I figure I should make it on Friday night. I mean, why not? My parents'll be gone, and I'll be up 'til the wee hours of the morning doing whatever it is that I do during the wee hours of the morning.

Yeah...

Hrm...I'm not even sure what I have to say now. I've been doing some research on the Maori people. Very interesting, actually. Especially the bits about war. I always love that part, learning about how different cultures fight, protect themselves, all sorts of stuff.

Gotta go.

Feel Good Inc.

Yes, yes, I'm still alive.

I've just been going through some shit the last couple days, as some of you know.

Two main things, one being an argument with Jared. He was calling me ignorant so blocked him. Then he bitched about ignorance on his LJ, so I deleted him from my MSN. Now he, Rick, and Kate can start a club! Yay! He'll be back as of tomorrow afternoon when I log onto somebody's MSN proper. Yeah.

He made a big ranty (and rather emo) post on his LJ about stuff, and I took bits of it to be an apology.

I don't like the saying that the person apologizing is being 'the bigger man' be doing so. That's always bugged me. People say 'Be the bigger man, apologize'. How is that making me the bigger fucking man? And does that make the person you're apologizing to the smaller man? So by apologizing, you're degrading the person you're apologizing to by trying to shrink them in size...What? It's so confusing.

You are not the bigger man for apologizing. You never are. You fucked up in the first place and did the thing you're apologizing for, right? Feeling sorry doesn't change that, dammit. And it sure as hell doesn't make you any bigger or better.

Sorry, just general thoughts on that. I heard the phrase 'be the bigger man' in the past couple days, so I've spent a while thinking about it. Doesn't just apply to the Jared thing though, it applies everywhere. Yeah.

And the other thing that was bugging me...Well, I'm not going to go into that here. A few of you know, and I'll leave it at that for now.

Moving on...

I'm almost done summer school. Fuck yeah. Four days left. Four. :)

That pleases me. Plus, tomorrow, we have like...No plans. We have the computer lab for an hour in the morning.

Those fools. Did they really think they could hide it from me? The computers had no real desktop. Only a start menu. We couldn't get to my computer, and access to the C drive was supposedly cut off.

But the fools! They left a link to MS-DOS prompt right in the start menu! And I don't mean in programs, it was right there! RIGHT THERE! So I explored a little. Made a folder on the C drive called 'Kataron'.

I explored every aspect of the start menu. The My Documents bit led to everything I needed. Including a shortcut to the C drive.

I win.

So, back to the four days. Other than that, it's just working on essay/seminar tomorrow. Meaning I'll spend a large amount of time working on my position as Dungeon Master for a D&D game that Ryan wants to play...I'm taking my role seriously. I've been designing maps, a story, events, all sorts of stuff like that while I was supposed to be working. :)

Good stuff.

Anyways, then Friday. Exam day. But we might watch a movie first. :) Wednesday of next week is supposed to be the exam day, but meh.

THEN LONG WEEKEND!!!! Some sort of Holiday on Monday, I forget which.

Parents are going out of town. If you wanna hang out, book your time now! James has already booked Friday night!

The Tuesday, seminars. Should be easy.

Then Wednesday, we watch another movie. With munchies. Munchies good.

Then Thursday, sleep real long and play video games all day.

Victory will be mine!

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm tired. And I have to be up for sevenish.

Until next time,
Apparently, I have more mood swings than an adolescent pregnant girl in heat.
~Kataron

Roundabout

Evenin'.

Rather...Uneventful day.

Summer school was...meh.

Worked on short story seminars. That's about it.

When I got home, I hung out on-line for while. Checked my sites, listened to music, and spoke with Kate and Autumn.

Then KotOR 2 for a while. Quite a while, actually. Three hours and something. Good game. I'm going EVIL this time. Fun.

God dammit.

You know what pisses me off, kiddies? When people call me ignorant. So fuck you, Jared.

Yeah, I don't care anymore. I'm irritated.

Until next time,
Statement: Condescending bastard.
~Kataron

They so scaaaaaary

ZOMBIES!

Right, first I shall deal with your weapons.

Dave:

There is an axe awaiting you in the back shed. It's not the kind you want, but it'll do for now. I know the kind you want, you can acquire one once you GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THAT FUCKING TOWN and find a nice store.

Eric:

Pistol behind counter. Unloaded. Ammo in a box next to it. Twenty-four shots, in three eight-shot clips. Enjoy.

Ryan:

Ummm...Yeah...No. This town doesn't have cool stuff like that, you'd need to find your way into the next town. The mall in the next town should be stocked rather well. Sorry.

Rick:

Too goddamn specific without telling me what it actually is. Great. *unimpressed look* You get a machete. Sharpened. NOT longer than a baseball bat. You know where the fucker is, since it's apparently your house or whatever. But now it's not dull. Ta-Da! Fucker.

Jared:

....

........

You want a fucking stick? Yeah...Go outside and get one, dumbass. There's trees not far from her house. There's zombies, but this stick sounds important. And there's probably cloth in the pink-fetishist's kitchen.

BUT HONESTLY, MAN! A STICK?!

Anyways...

Oh, and....

Nicky:

Ummm...Shiny. Sure. *tosses you a shiny coin*

There we go.

To the story!

And I have just the thing...*evil grin*

Ryan/Jared/NOTNATE:

The lady notes you reach for your pocket, and her eyes narrow.

"You were up there an awful long time...You didn't happen to go into my room, did you? Empty your pockets."

She begins to advance menacingly, but as she approaches, you hear a smash from the door.

"SHIT!" she exclaims loudly, and aims her gun towards the source of the noise. A zombie stumbles in, and she yells at both of you to get behind her, and begins to fire her gun at the zombie.

Eric:

Crash. Something falls down near the back of the store.

Note: If you don't bother commenting to the zombie posts, I don't bother with perty descriptions and story.

Dave:

The entrance to the front remains rather locked, so you go around back. When back there, you can't help but notice a shed, filled with various tools and implents of fixage/cuttin'.

Merry fuckin' Christmas.

Greg/Rick:

Blah, blah, blah. Greg's leaving. Rick, your machete is now on the floor because I don't wanna wait for you to get it. And to add intrigue, it's covered in blood.

*dramatic music*

The door bursts open, and zombies enter! Wait...No, just Nate.

"Any survivors in ---"

He notices you.

"Oh...Umm...Hi. You people don't look like zombies, but just in case..." *raises his pistol* "Names, ranks, and serial numbers, please."

Have I forgotten anybody? God, I hope not.

END.

Only You

Greetings, folks.

Well...I already posted today. FUCK YOU, JACK THOMPSON!

Then a bunch of other stuff happened. Pleasant stuff at first, then the less pleasant stuff.

The pleasant stuff involved James, buying me lunch, and then us renting The Italian Job and watching it. Damn fine movie. Had a blast.

Things went downhill shortly after he left.

But I don't particularly feel like going into that right now.

Buuuuuut, for your reading and RP'ing pleasures, there will, I repeat, WILL be a zombie post tonight!

Umm...I should get on that. Back to summer school tomorrow. :(

Bah...

Until next time,
Blow my whistle, bitch.
~Kataron

Forever Young

I'm FUCKIN' IRRITATED.

For a whole bunch of reasons.

Let's start with the video game reason.

FUCK YOU.

Jack Thompson, you stupid fucking shithead. Oh, you remember Jack, don't you? He's the one that's oh-so-against video game violence?

Yeah, he's got a new target. Yes, that is The Sims 2. That's his new target.

God fucking asswipe moron shithead sonofabitch.

He's bitching because there are are mods available on the internet that can remove the blur. The blur being what covers the sims when the are nude for whatever reason.

In fact, he said that The Sims 2...

"contains, according to video game news sites, full frontal nudity, including nipples, penises, labia, and pubic hair."

Oh, you fucking retard. You know, if you're going to go on these crusades, do some real fucking research yourself, you fucking dipshit. Oh, and he also originally said that cheats disabled the blur. Incorrect, only mods available on the internet can. There are no cheats that EA made to get rid of it.

But if I were to get rid of it...Because we all know me. I'm a horrible pervert. There's nothing I want more than to see naked ladies. Yep. And The Sims 2, it's a naked-lady paradise.

Yeah...Right...

Their bodies are completely smooth. They don't have nipples, they don't have penises, they don't have vaginas, they don't have pubic hair. Completely smooth. They have the bodies of fucking mannequins. Meaning that anybody that gets off on removing the blurs from the sims could just sit outside of a clothing store and jack off.

This jackass actually had the nerve to say that this game is like San Andreas, but worse. I'm offended just by the fact that he compared the two. He compared Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas...To...To The Sims 2?!?!?! San Andreas, the game where you can pick up hookers, fuck 'em, kill 'em, and take their money, where you can be in gang wars, kill anybody and everybody...TO THE SIMS 2?!?! The Sims 2, where you do nothing more than live out the lives of your sim? And yes, that sometimes calls for nudity! In real life, there IS nudity! We don't have a blur that covers out privates, and fuck, EA has actually been damn good about this. What about The Sims 2: University expansion? Yeah, I'm sure at university, there would be keg parties and drugs and the like, but how did EA handle that? Juice and bubble blowers.

Time for another quote to bitch at...

"The sex and the nudity are in the game. That's the point. The blur is an admission that even the 'Ken and Barbie' features should not be displayed. The blur can be disarmed. This is no different than what is in San Andreas, although worse."

Well done. You've found sex and nudity in a video game. Because it's not like we haven't had that in video games. And God forbid we see it elsewhere, like...I dunno, the movies? The blur is not an admission that the 'Ken and Barbie' features shouldn't be displayed. It's so fuckheads like you won't bitch at them about it, though I guess it didn't help much, did it? The blur can't be disarmed without mods off the internet. And I don't give a fuck what you say, EA cannot be held responsible for what people on the internet have decided to do to their creation. You might as well hold the creators of the internet reponsible for all the porn that's out there.

Fuck you, you fucking dumbass. This is NOT WORSE THAN SAN ANDREAS.

Have you even PLAYED either of these fucking games? How the fuck can you say any of this?!

YOU MUST DIE, JACK THOMPSON!

Oh, and if you want to read up on him, you can find some interesting information here. That's right, he has is own Wikipedia entry. Nothing good, though. Going through it revealed to me just how much of a jackass this fucker really is...

Hey, Jack...Why don't you actually try affecting change that will matter? Why don't you go out there and help all the people dying of poverty, starvation, murder? Why don't you go help the women that are getting molested, abused, raped? Why don't you stop being such a fucking jackass?

That'd be fucking SWELL.

Yeah, another thing that's pissing me off is also a person. But I've done enough bitching about that where only a handful of you will read about it.

Oh, and if anybody wants that url, ask me. There's always a 0.5% chance I'll give it to you.

I'll sum the last two entries into one sentence:

Fuck you, Luke.

Good stuff.

Anyways, I'm meeting James in a bit for foods, then apparently sometime later today, I have my last chance of keeping a friendship. No pressure, though. *unimpressed look*

Until next time,
I'm gonna go force some sims to FUCK.
~Kataron

Home For A Rest

Well...

My dad has decided that I should go to bed early because he wants to watch tv, so I guess that's what I'm doing.

This kind of kills the post for tonight.

Between my last post and now, I have had both good and bad times.

The good being hanging out with my cousins.

And the bad being...Well, I'll probably mention that when I have more time.

Etc.

Until next time,
Apparently, I'm your father.
~Kataron

Slow Country

Cheeeeeeeeeeeseburger.

Yeah...

And yes, I am aware that I did not post last night.

I was at Rick's, with Dave. And...You know, Rick. We rented a bunch of movies, as is commonplace when Dave visits for the night.

But I guess I should start from the beginning. Yesterday, got up, summer school. Decided to wear my suit to school. Whether this was a good idea or a bad one, I'm still not entirely sure. It started out rather cool (temperature-wise) in the day, but got hotter as it went on.

I did get a lot of compliments about the suit, though. That always entertains me. I only wish the hat was not somewhat encrusted with vomit...Sigh.

We finished watching Hamlet. 'twas good. The fight scene at the end was cool.

Then probably some other stuff happened.

Then it was over.

Gave Dave a ride into Rockwood. We computered for a bit, then got bored and decided to go rent a movie. After some deliberation, we picked Dawn Of The Dead. Fucking awesome movie.

Yeah.

Then we went to youth group. Then we were at youth group.

Then we left youth group. Goddamn kids.

Oh, before we left, we got some movies. We got (in the order we watched them):

• Hitch
• Coach Carter
• Shaun Of The Dead

Yep. Good stuff.

We ended up being awake until about four in the morning, then the movies were done.

Then we prepared for sleepage.

The rest of the morning is kind of a blur to me, as I was sleeping on and off until about 1:30.

Then...Probably some other stuff happened.

Yeah.

This is just a filler post, I'll do a real one tonight, and probably a zombie one too, if I'm still awake.

*yawn*

Until next time,
And then they came and took him away.
~Kataron

Gimme Gimme Gimme

Err...This post was left kinda late...

Because I've been working on an English assignment tonight, what with it due tomorrow and all.

And yeah...

I'll give ya a brief run-down of my day.

Umm...Got up....

Went to summer school...And damn, my teacher's a fox. I'm thinking of bringing my webcam and taking a pic, because Autumn wanted to see what she looked like. I figure I'm eccentric enough to get away with saying that I am trying to photographically document my day.

Plus I think I'ma wear my suit tomorrow. Minus the slightly vomit-encrusted hat. I shall need to find a way to destain that...*glares across the room at it*

Wearing my suit might not be a good idea. But St. James has air conditioning. I've never been hot in class before, if I remember correctly. Plus I'll be the biggest fucking pimp at that damn school. HOO-AH.

Anyways, I should have gone to bed quite some time ago, probably. So I'm afraid that English has destroyed the chance of a zombie post tonight :( But this should be the ONLY time. There are only four assignments in the course, three after I hand this in. :) And one's a test, and another's the exam. The seminar is me and the two luverly ladies of my group. So I'm not doing all the work.

Anyways, I should be sleeping. And I'm hanging out with Dave tomorrow! Huzzah!

Until next time,
Whoa. That thing just got boned.
~Kataron

R.I.P.

I considered putting this on the last post, but it deserves a post of its own.

You shall be missed, James Doohan.

That's right...Scotty's dead.

And I swear to God, if I get one Anti-Star Trek comment, from the likes of Eric or someone similar, I will slit their fucking throats.

You shall be missed, James Doohan. You were a good man.

Beam him up, God.

Do It All Night

ALL NIGHT LONG.

*thrust*

God, there's a horrible taste in my throat. I just vomited about half an hour ago, the taste remains...Damn you, taste! Bleh.

Anyways, yeah.

Not much happened to me today...

Oh, and most of you are probably (or maybe not...) wondering about last night's post. Yeah...It just wasn't a good evening. I ended up drinking some Coke and sitting around talking to myself outside of Foodland. Not pleasant at all, really.

HAHAHAHA. Oh, dear. This is hilarious. The DDR remix of 'Only You'. Good stuff.

But yeah...Today.

Summer school...Gave Eric a ride.

Oh, and there's that new teacher. She's JUST out of teacher's college or whatever. Young. Very young. When I first saw her, I thought she was a student. Yeah.

She seems to be a good teacher.

It seems that in the next two weeks, we only have four assignments.

A quotation thing for Hamlet, due Friday. One quoation from each act. So only five. Piece of cake. (worth 10% of final mark)

A short story seminar. I've been put in a group with two girls that sit near the back of the class. Not that I have anything against girls, but I would have rather been with Ross peoples. Meh. (worth 15% of final mark)

A test on Hamlet...Or Catcher In The Rye. I...Don't...Remember. Should be easy. (5% of final mark)

And an essay/exam. (Worth 20%.)

Yeah.

I'm getting 76 in the course right now. That's pretty damn good for me, I usually get 60's in everything. Work and I don't get along so well.

Ah...Work...I have to go to work with my dad tomorrow, after summer school. Gotta scrape the rest of the doors. And Dave's probably coming into Rockwood on Friday, so I'll be hanging out with him then...Yes.

Oh, and there won't be a zombie post tonight.

But...I will give you all a treat.

It's recently occured to me that you are all PITIFULLY armed.

So, I want everybody to tell me what weapon you want, and I shall direct you on how to acquire one.

Note: This isn't a freakin' giveaway. It won't be easy to get these weapons, especially ones of higher quality. And NO SHOTGUNS.

Keep this realistic, okay? No broadswords, no rocket launchers, no flamethrowers. If you want something stupid, and request it, then you just won't get anything. So THERE.

Anyways, I'm gonna go conquer a small country. Err...Sleep...Or something like that.

Until next time,
She poured cream on her STRUDEL.
~Kataron

Meh.

I am not having a good night.

Zombies. Grr.

Doing the zombie post first tonight, so it gets done.

Greg:

You see nothing of particular interest in the room. I don't remember what the room is, so it is now the dining room. All of a sudden, you hear another crash from the kitchen nearby. Your companion has already left you. A figure stumbles in from the other room. It is dark, you can't make out any specific features, but the figure is holding a large kitchen knife. You and the figure exchange looks, though you can't see each other's faces.

Rick, this is you. You may now comment, pick stats, short history, and items. Mind you, one of the items has to be a kitchen knife.

Dave:

Your luck helps there be nothing in the lot. A vacant lot. You now stand facing the street in the vacant lot. To the left of you, a house. Seems like a normal house. To the right of you, the beginnings of what looks like a forest. Choose your destiny...?

(Note: The car that Eric came from is down the forest way, by the road, and the drug store he went to is down the street the other way.)

Eric:

Sure, you find some bandages and other such wound-mending devices. And as for other things, be a little more specific, and I'll tell you whether or not you've found them. The store remains quiet, disconcertingly so.

Jared and Ryan:

Ryan, you dog. Along with the thong, you find...Yeah, I haven't actually decided what it is. I need to think of something that will tie into the plot well. You pocket this mystery item. I'll decide what it is in a bit. Then you flush and join your companion.

The woman eyes you up and down, and then looks up.

"Took you a while. Your friend here was just explaining your situation. You're both damn lucky to have survived this long without any real weapons. You don't have anything?"

Nate:

You just keep being good-looking and mysterious. Seperated from the others...Who knows what you're doing. I sure don't. But keep it up.

THERE. You have a freakin' zombie post.

Fuckin' happy?!

Zombies are....DAMMIT!

God dammit...

My compy just crashed, and I lost my zombie post.

*unimpressed look*

So sorry guys, I'm too freakin' tired to rewrite what I did.

But I ASSURE you that there will be a zombie post tomorrow night. And if I don't do one, for WHATEVER REASON, I will give everybody in the game a fucking fully loaded shotgun. How's THAT for a reason for me to post? Yeah.

Anyways, there will be one tomorrow.

Sorry guys. :(

I was looking forward to another one just as much as you were...

Shazam!

Greetings, all.

Well, my day has been...Well, a twenty-four hour period. Yep. That's my day.

I had the worst sleep ever last night. Alyssa spent the night, as you'd know if you read my blog post last night, and myself being the gentlemen that I am, allowed her to sleep in my room. So I slept downstairs. To my right? An iguana that seemed to be trying to escape her cage through the mesh roof. And with her nails, that was LOUD. FUCKING LOUD. And...To my left? My dog, who is getting old, and has breathing problems. Meaning he breathes VERY, VERY LOUDLY.

This plus the fact that I was crashing from caffeine, and had a lot on my mind, did not result in a good night's sleep. But that doesn't matter, the important thing is that Alyssa had a good place to stay the night.

After my oh-so-shitty sleep, I had to get up at seven for summer school. Blergh. I almost fell asleep quite a few times. Summer school was...Interesting.

We did one activity in which we divided the class by gender, pretended to be of the opposite gender, and answered questions.

The following is what I remember of it:

I like being a woman because...

• I'm always right.
• The power of boobs.
• Not having to open jars.
• Multiple orgasms (Yeah, this was made by the group pervert. I seem to get those being a guy anyways, so I'm happy. :D)

My ideal man is...

• Rich.
• Attractive.
• Sensitive.
• Strong.
• Did I mention rich?

And then the next two questions were less entertaining.

Pretending to be a woman was rather fun. Though, I wasn't as amused when he said that we were splitting up the class by gender, and Parky (the guy that sits next to me) turned to me and said "See you later." *unimpressed look*. And, OF FREAKIN' COURSE, the class had to get quiet right at that point. Bah.

So yeah. Alyssa came in with my mom to pick me up, which was cool. Then we got back to my place and hung out on-line for a while. Downloaded a bunch of music, including most of the soundtrack from Alice in Wonderland. It was amusing how excited Alyssa got over that music. Then we went for a walk. The walk wasn't so pleasant. There was a lot of silence on the way back, and me feeling bad.

Then we got back and hung out on-line a bit, then had dinner. During dinner and after, we hung out and talked to my parents for a while. My parents seem to really like her. My dad showed her baby pictures of me. *unimpressed look* And a video of an old fishing trip when I was really little. *unimpressed look*

Then Alyssa and I hung out on-line some more, then waited outside for a while for her mom to pick her up.

That was my day.

I really enjoyed it. Before yesterday, I hadn't seen Alyssa in almost a week.

Anyways, moving along to non-Alyssa related matters.

I am fucking TIRED.

There's probably things I should be commenting on, but I'm just too fucking tired to think of them...

And I really want to do a zombie post tonight, so I guess I'd better do that.

Until next time,
I like this song. Whoa, creepy.
~Kataron

Dream A Dream

I am fancy.

Yes...

Anyways, hi. Uhh...Yeah.

There's probably stuff I should be saying...But what? What is it? I forget.

Let's start with a very short run-down of my day, shall we?

Well...I got up after having the weirdest fucking dream ever.

I'm serious. In this dream, Godzilla fought a giant shark. Yeah. And he KICKED IT'S ASS.

Anyways, moving on to things that actually happened...

Got up and started cleaning. God, my house is always such a mess when I'm home alone. But it's not always so bad...Wasn't that bad this weekend. 'cause I didn't have four people over all weekend. Nobody even spent the night. (I'm so lonely.) And...Parts of the day are a blur to me.

I drank some Coke. I cleaned some more. I refused to do the dishes for reasons that don't actually exist. Talked to people on MSN. Was INSULTED BY NICKY. *glares*

Umm...Some other stuff probably happened. And now Alyssa's over! (Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay). In fact, she's sitting next to me right now. *looks to his left*

And now she types:

*grunts* Fuck. Stupid keyboard. I'll kill it. Ummm, yeah. Bye. I AM actually here. *grunts again* Take it away, Natie.

Yep. See, you can really tell it's her 'cause there's no fucking way in Hell I'd refer to myself as 'Natie'.

But since she's here, I don't really have much time for postin'. That also means that there's no zombie post tonight. HAHAHA. Take that, bitches. But I'll do something interesting in the next post. I promise. No, no extra skill points again. But...Plot! The kind that Jared was complaining that his bit lacks. Fucker. I'll...Do...Something...And...Zombies. Yes. Nobody's fought any zombies recently. I'll fix that. *evil grin* And you'll rue the day you called me ignorant, Jared. Rue it LIKE A FOX. Wait...NOT like a fox. Yeah. Something like...Aw, fuck it. Etc. There we go.

Anyways, I am going to let Alyssa onto Felix for a bit. For those of you that don't know, Felix is my computer's name. Good old Felix. (He's a little senile, though...)

Until next time,
A word to the wise: Never try to debate politics with a chipmunk.
~Kataron

Hurt

This is a great song...But very, very depressing.

The music video for this is the last thing that Johnny Cash did before he died. It's very emotional. I recommend that everybody download this song.

Anyways, I had begun an entry earlier. An entry regarding PETA. But I don't feel like doing that now. What I managed to finish before distraction set in, I saved as a draft. So it is coming. Be patient.

I...Am going to discuss tonight, a subject that I usually try to avoid. Love.

Love...

I have said many a time on this blog that love is complete bullshit. But not even I believe those words.

Love is one of the more...Confusing emotions. And one of the most powerful. Thus it is extremely difficult to create a more exact definition of it.

A lot of adults tell us that we're too young to know what love is. But who are they to dictate to us our emotions? What we have and have not felt, what our emotions are capable of. They think they know more than us because they are older, know more than us about ourselves. Pah.

Love...Yes, I've been in love before. But was I loved in return? I suppose I shall never know, but I somehow doubt it. It seems to me that if I had been loved, I wouldn't have been cheated on.

The word love is one that is thrown around all too much these days. And many people really do not know what it means. Especially younger people, tend to believe themselves to be in love. Granted, they are not all wrong. But for some, it is a fantasy. They are in love because they want to be, because they have heard how great it is, and want to experience it for themselves. Many people just aren't mature enough to love.

I know that what I just said sort of contradicts what I said earlier, but it's true. And adults that say people our age do not understand love are not completely incorrect. But they generalize. And in doing so, they are wrong. A ten-year old can be in love, if they are mature enough to handle it. A lot of them just aren't.

A lot of people believe that love means different things. Sure, we've all heard the generic ones, butterflies in stomach, blah blah blah.

To me, love is the ultimate commitment. You cannot feel more strongly for someone than being in love with them. But love is also a weakness. I know I've covered this many times on this blog, but having such strong feelings for somebody puts that person in a position where they can easily strike at you, and hurt you more than anybody else. So to summarize, my view of love is that it can be both utter happiness and utter weakness.

But to go back to what I was saying earlier, the word love is used too openly by people, without them realizing just how strong an emotion is. You don't say to a stranger that you love them, and mean it. You don't tell a girl you love her on your very first date with her, because you don't mean it. Love at first sight? That is complete and utter bullshit. It is completely impossible to develop such strong feelings for someone upon just seeing them. You can't have feelings like that for somebody without knowing anything of their personality.

Given, there are different meanings of the word love. You could love somebody like a brother. You could love something the way I love Coca-Cola. But even these meanings do not stack up against the love one feels for that 'special someone'.

Yeah...Not really sure what else to say. I am currently in a rather wired and sleep-deprived state, so I don't expect what I said above to make much sense. Questions, comments, and concerns will be accepted. Unless they blather on about God's love and all that. Yeah, that's not what I'm talking about, and I will disregard any comments that talk about that.

Yep...I remember being in love. It was fun while it lasted. Would have been better if the feelings were returned, though.

Yeah.

So, my day?

It was pretty sweet.

Got up 'round noon. Noon's a good wakin' time.

Played video games for a while. Then Kate called. I was busy kicking Covenant ass and didn't catch the phone, so she started talking to me on MSN.

Soon she was on her way. We hung out for a bit, and Eric showed up. Then we started talking to Beth on MSN, and she wanted in on our plans of Cake. So Kate and I went into Guelph to pick her up, and Eric hung out here playing Fantastic Four.

On our way back, we stopped at Foodland and got everything we needed. Cake mix, cookie mix, and some other generic stuff.

Then we got back to my place, and started setting things up for cooking. At some point, Eric left, and James came over. We spend the next while baking stuff. A batch of cookies, some cupcakes, a giant cookie, more cup-cakes, then I made some Kraft Dinner for people, and cooked a couple hotdogs.

Then we watched Walking Tall, which I picked up yesterday for THREE DOLLARS. w00t. Near the end, Beth and Kate left. James hung out for a bit after, finished the movie, and jammed on his guitar for a bit. He left his guitar and amp here for the night, so were I to feel like waking the neighbours, I could.

Well, then James left, and I hung out on-line for a while. Generic things happened, James came over for a bit, I downloaded a bunch more music, and then he left.

I MSN'ed a bit, then had a conversation which brought upon my earlier rant about love.

Talking about such things while listening to 'Hurt' got my emotions brewing, so I decided that the best way to vent them would be to blast the shit out of things in Halo 2. It helped a bit, but not enough.

I think I'm going to go play some more, then sleep. I have a bunch of cleaning to attend to when I get up tomorrow. Sigh...

Until next time,
When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie...Well, if the moon hit your eye, I'd say you're pretty much fucked. No reason to keep singing.
~Kataron

If zombies could fly, we'd all be fucked.

Hey all.

Zombie post tonight. Jared hasn't yet posted, but fuck him. I've warned people that if they don't post within twenty-four hours, unpleasantness will happen. I don't CARE if you're busy. I don't CARE if you don't have the time to do even a short post. If you're not going to bother, you're going to get fucked over. And the people you're with, as well.

If you're not going to post, I need to be notified, or you're doomed.

Eric:

Your plus two to luck helps yield results, and you find a drug store fairly quickly. Also luckily, none of the windows appear to be smashed, which seems to be a common theme in this area. The automatic door seems to be broken, though. It continues to open and close, not closing entirely, as if hitting something before it manages to close completely. It is as though something is blocking the door. You see this as you walk up, but a van blocks your view of the bottom of the door. Before you can get close enough to see what it is, it stops, and the door closes completely.

You walk up, and see no movement. You are now standing in front of the drug store. The door opens for you.

Dave:

Crouching and remaining in the shadows, for now, you see two zombie trudge by. They don't notice you, and seem to be like the others you observed earlier, going to a certain destination. But where? Where do zombies go in their free time?

They pass by without paying you any note. The street is clear. For now. And disturbingly quiet.

Greg:

You rush downstairs screaming like a madman. Bloody brilliant. You're lucky the zombies outside aren't paying any attention! You rush downstairs into the living room, and find...Nothing. A smashed plate is on the floor, nobody seems to be around.

(ooc: Uhh...Rick's out camping, so I can't introduce him JUST yet. He'll be back real soon, though. Within the next post or two, so he'll be introduced right shortly.)

But for now, what DO you do?

Jared and Ryan and Nate:

Nate has mysteriously disappeared, neither of the other two party members know where he is. 'cause he's mysterious and stuff, he can do that. And be cool about it. Fuckin' right.

Now Ryan...Isn't that spelled uncouth? I'm not sure, and I don't feel like looking it up, so whatever. There is only one other room upstairs that is not locked. And that appears to be...

BY THE GODS!

Her BEDROOM! ;) ;) ;)

There is a surprising amount of pink in her bedroom, which does not seem to match her personality, but it's there. It has the normal bedroom things. Bed, table, dresser, large mirror, stuff like that. If you're looking for anything in particular, ask.

Also, you can't HELP but note that one of the drawers on her dresser is open. A pink thong hangs out.

(ooc: Explore that drawer! You KNOW you want to! :D)

And...Jared.

I changed my mind. No fan. You get no fan.

Now that your companions are gone, she turns her attention towards you. You, with your 0 charisma.

"So, what are you people doing out there anyway? Don't you know it's dangerous with all of those freaks around? I mean, you don't even have any guns, for God's sake!"

She gives you a cold look, which chills you to the bone.

"And why is your friend taking so long?"

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I believe I've covered everybody.

Comment, motherfuckers. And if you're not part of the zombie game, this place is NOT WHERE YOU COMMENT. Understand? Good. Because I'll be deleting non-zombie comments without replying to them.

And Jared, unless you want to die, I suggest you comment very soon.

And...

Go.

Feel Good Inc.

That's funny...I don't feel good at all.

My day went...Meh.

Got up at fucking seven, as usual, for summer school. Did a lot about poetry.

In fact, we got the poem we're to analyze today. I like it. I'm going to put it up here...Right now.

*goes and grabs it*

To His Coy Mistress
by: Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honor turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now, therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.


And that's that.

You may have noticed that in the second canto (uhh...paragraph dealy), the lines didn't continue to rhyme. But take a look at the lines that didn't rhyme with the next.

lie
eternity
try
virginity

But they rhyme with EACH OTHER. The rhyme scheme changed there, to draw the reader's attention.

And as you may be wondering, yes, this poem was written for a virginal mistress to try to get her to fuck the guy.

It goes as follows:
If,
But,
Now.

If we had all the time in the world, we could love each other for eternity, and it wouldn't even matter that we wouldn't be having sex. I would dedicate myself to you entirely.

But...

We don't have all the time in the world. We're going to die. And if you remain a virgin up to that point, you will lose your virginity to the worms. Oh, those dirty worms.

Now...

Let's get busy, baby.

Or if you want to take this less sexually,

Seize the fuckin' day.

Live life to the fullest, each and every day, because we're all going to die. DIE DIE DIE.

Oh, and you may need a few bits to be cleared up. The Ganges and the Humber are rivers. When he says complain in the first canto, that means professing his love. Not actually complaining.

It also has a few allusions to religious stuff, the Flood, and the conversion of the Jews. The footnote here says that the second bit refers to the 'popular belief that the Jews would be converted to Christianity en masse just before the Last Judgement'. Sooooo yeah, basically the lines where he says those two bits is when he's saying how long he would love he, from ten years before the flood, and even if she didn't give into his sexual temptations until the end of the world.

Yeah, I think that's mostly the confusing bits. If anybody is interested and wants me to clear something up or some such thing, comment and ask.

Anyways, I should get onto a zombie post...

Until next time,
"God, I'm lonely." "I know, I read your blog."
~Kataron

People Equals Shit

Bah.

My plans for the weekend seem to be ruined. Alyssa got herself kicked out of Autumn's, and is now staying with her friend Mike.

She doesn't seem to be able to get a ride into Rockwood for the weekend, and she doesn't want to ditch Mike. As there's no fucking way I'm letting him stay at my house, as I barely know him, our plans seem to be somewhat fucked.

Other than that, my day was good.

Watched Dead Poet Society in summer school. Damn fine movie.

I also saw Fantastic Four with James this afternoon, which he paid for entirely. Damn fine movie. I wish I could catch fire and get lots of ladies.

Or be metal and shoot lightning. That'd be cool, too. LOTS of people would be dead.

But you know what?

I'm getting tired of superhero movies.

I wanna see a movie about a super-villian. That'd be cool.

Yeah...My plans for the weekend are now officially fucked.

Well, that's great. The stuff that's been being planned all week has all gone down the drain.

Fucking great.

I'm done.

Until next time,
Don't plans matter to ANYBODY anymore?
~Kataron

Welcome To The Jungle

Hey.

I'm afraid there's not much to comment on.

Because I've done pretty much jack shit today. Got up...Went to summer school...Came home...

I'm not entirely sure what happened a this point...I think I just generically hung out. Blog post that most of you will never read. Then I went over to Rick's...Hung out there for a while.

Got depressed.

Came home.

Continued whatever it was I was doing.

Dinner.

MSN.

Yet another walk in the cons.

And as we all know, THAT'S never good.

Came home...And continued about my business.

And that was my day.

God I'm bored.

Until next time,
So...Bored...
~Kataron

Zombies: The Final Frontier

I had most of this copied from before, I'm just putting it on here now...The surprise comes at the end, after the main post.

Sooooooo let's start off with the new guy.

Eric:

You're on your way into town. You note the odd lack of traffic nearby, and hear some strange noises coming from the woods nearby, but nothing comes near enough for you to see. You recall something about zombies, but you never took any of that seriously before this.

Jared/Ryan/Nate:

Read the comments from the last post. Ryan, she told you where it is, Jared, you've got the fan. But if you haven't read the comments yet, read them now.

Greg/Dave:

Nope, no batting glove.

But you do get a....CRASH! From downstairs! Something broke, a plate, a window, something that made a good sound!

It's Rick, but neither of your characters know that. Ready for your entrance, Rick? After the next post, once they've gotten down there, you're in, and the surprise applies to your character, too.

I'm tired, so this is about all there is. But there has been nothing of late, so comment, explore, for soon I shall be forcing you out of your current locations to fight against zombies for my amusement!

And the surprise, you ask? Why, everybody, dig up your character stats. You each have four new skill points to invest where you choose. The limit for skills is five, so you can't have any more than five skill points in one, if you really want to invest heavily in one skill.

Yeah...

Tired...

Zombies...

GO!

Tomorrow Comes Today

Evenin', folks. I'm a bit short of time and don't have much to say here tonight, so I'll keep this short and sweet.

...

And yes, there WILL be a zombie post. I got started on one a few days ago, but then got depressed and distracted and left it as a draft.

Yeah.

Anyways...I think that about covers it. Hung out with Rick tonight. Got some people on my MSN. And I'm very good-looking.

Until next time,
Go fuck yourselves.
~Kataron

Cheeseburger

Yeah, sorry for not posting last night.

Alyssa's stepdad is a jackass, and she got kicked out of her house, so I was hanging out with her for a while whilst we tried to find a place for her to be. She ended up spending the night at James'.

Nothing of real importance happened yesterday. Well, nothing for this blog. That's right. I have another one. But I ain't giving you the url, bitches. Unless you ask REAL nice. Then I'll just say no and laugh.

Muahahahahaha.

Yeah. I got home today and found Alyssa sitting beside my house, waiting for me. So I let her in and we hung out for a while, until Autumn came to pick her up.

Not much else has happened tonight. I have to type up an essay at some point.

Anyways, I just figured I'd comment on why I didn't post last night. My way of making up for the lack of zombie posts has also increased. You'll find out tonight.

Until next time,
OI!
~Kataron

Smack My Bitch Up

Wow.

Apparently, I've done two hundred and seventy-four posts on here so far. That makes this the two hundred and seventy-fifth post.

Sweeeeeeeet. I guess that's about right, huh? It's been ABOUT a year...But then, I wasn't posting every single day way back when. But I'm glad Blogger finally got around to fixing some of that shit. My profile no longer says that my last five posts are the first five posts I've ever made. Huzzah! Now it doesn't have the last five posts at all, but that was annoying me anyways.

Anyways, sit ye around the metaphorical fire. I have a tale to tell. So pull up a metaphorical seating contraption, and roast ye a metaphorical marshmallow.

I suppose the tale begins on Friday morning, doesn't it? Haven't made a real post since Thursday night...Well, anyways.

Friday. A day like any other. Well, kinda. Anyways, I had summer school, of course. I also learned that Autumn gets her first break when I get my first break. So we hung out. Or, to be more accurate, I watched her have a smoke.

Worked on an essay in English. A GROUP essay. My teacher is so cool.

Then the day ended. Oh, did I mention I wasn't eating anything? Yeah. It was the thirty-hour famine, so I couldn't eat anything starting at six in the morning on Friday. I forgot this a few times, and came very close to eating a few times. But I didn't.

After summer school, I gave Autumn a ride into Rockwood, for hanging out. Unfortunately, Alyssa was at her friend's house. Her friend that was telling me to shut the fuck up the night before. So no, Erika, it was not you that I was talking about. It was Alyssa's friend that was telling me to shut up. And DAMN, did that ever piss me off.

Note: When Nate gets pissed off, his leg starts shaking uncontrollably. This happens a lot when he's wired anyways, but if he's STANDING and it's happening, then run the fuck away.

And my leg was shakin' like...some...sort of...shaking...object? Sure. Anyways, Alyssa was there. So Autumn and I hung out at my place for a while, as we tried to locate James. We ended up talking to Alyssa, who seemed to believe that I was upset with her for how her friend acted, which was just silly. I'm going to kill her friend, but I wasn't annoyed with her. Anywho, Alyssa had a few things to do, so James, Autumn, and I hung out and went swimming. It just wasn't the same. Enjoyable, but not as enjoyable as it could have been.

Then we wandered for a while. A couple other things probably happened. Then Alyssa was grounded for her report card, which was stupid, because she didn't even fail anything, but moving on. We went swimming again.

Then some little FUCKERS were throwing FUCKING crab apples at us, those insolent little cock-sucking shit-fuckers. They shall die.

Then I went back to my house and left James and Autumn to their own devices. I changed out of my swimshorts and went to the church.

This starts the next chapter of the story, so let's take a break. Get up, stretch your legs. Smack some metaphorical insects that are biting your metaphorical person. How are the marshmallows? Metaphorically delicious? Fuck yeah.

Right, chapter the next.

The thirty-hour famine at the youth group.

I got there, and the youth group was locked. So I thought, and I QUOTE:

Oh. I guess they're up in the church.

So I went up to the church, and sure enough, there they were!

So I hung out for a bit. Waiting for my chance to strike. AND THERE IT WAS! A free controller! Halo 2, there I was. And fucked if I didn't kick some fuckin' ass. I was majorly losing when I started, to both Dave and Eric, but I caught up. Well, Eric got to a hundred kills first, but then he left. Greg took over.

Interesting little game thing, when somebody reached a hundred kills, they became...THE GODFATHER! I was the first to accomplish this because Eric quit. Greg TECHNICALLY had the kills, but he sucked, so we didn't wanna make him the Godfather.

SO I BECAME DA FREAKIN' GODFATHER! It was cool. Well, I couldn't kill everybody. But whenever somebody saw me, they could come up to me and request a hit on somebody.

Example.

Me: *running around in circles giggling*
Dave: *walks up to me*
Me: *doesn't shoot Dave*
Dave: I'd like to request a hit on Greg, OH MIGHTY AND GOOD-LOOKING GODFATHER! (Half of this sentence may have never happened.)
Nate: He's as good as dead.
Nate: *finds Greg*
Greg: Crap.
Nate: *kills Greg*
Greg: *dies*
Nate: Hit...Complete.

/example.

eh? EH? How fuckin' sweet is THAT?! I got to kill people. And the best bit was that people didn't shoot at me unless I had a hit out on them! Or I could kill them. And rest assured, Ethan learned this the hard way.

Then people started watching The Simpsons, and Dave and I started playing through Halo 2. We got through five levels before taking a break, and then started watching The Simpsons. Then other people started playing Xbox and we never started again. But oh well. The Simpsons was entertaining. Then I fell asleep. Wasn't even that late. But I was fuckin' tired, after getting up at seven in the fuckin' morning for the past three days to go to fucking summer fucking school.

So yeah. Then I woke up. Watched more Simpsons. Played some Halo. Probably some other stuff.

Then pizza was there, and the not-eating ended! I ate seven slices. And then I threw them up later, but that's the next chapter. :) And those FUCKERS were all taunting me and my note Coke-drinking-ness! You BASTARDS! You'll rue the day.

Then I left. And with my leaving, ended chapter two, and began chapter three.

Intermission!

Man, I fuckin' love the Gorillaz. And...Richard Cheese. And...! Prodigy! Yep. Downloaded a bunch of each of those. Richard Cheese is fucking hilarious. Closer, by Nine Inch Nails, turned into a jazz song? Brilliant!

/Intermission

Right. Then began the next chapter. Hangin' out at my house. That lasted for a while, then I got bored and called Alyssa, and we decided to hang out. James couldn't, so he didn't.

So Alyssa and I went to the cons and hung out near the water, on a rock-thing in the middle. I know there are bunch of people that read this that have NO idea what the cons looks like or where that is, so I won't bother describing it. Anyways, we hung out there, then decided to go get food. So we did. I got a slushie instead though, 'cause I'd eaten a bunch of pizza semi-recently. Although now this is a couple hours after chapter two. My slushie was of a blue nature.

We hung out.

Things were said.

I was disappointed.

Then I walked her back to her house, and hung out there for a bit. This is where the foreshadowing from chapter two comes in! On the way there, I stopped and threw up on the side of the road. Well, not ON the side of the road, but into the plantstuffs to the side. Yeah. Wasn't pleasant.

I was feeling okay otherwise though, so I continued to her house, and stayed there for a bit.

Then I came home. Didn't stay long. Hung out on-line for a bit, then Beth was there. I spoke to her a bit, and she was at Mitch's, at a LAN. So what did I do? Read on, dear reader, and find out...

In chapter four.

But first, inter-fuckin'-mission!

I fuckin' hate Buddhists.

Chapter four:

LAN PARTY! This is an....Interesting chapter. I was feeling DOWN, so I brought my syrup with me. And I purchased a two litre Coke on my way. I hadn't had Coke for four days. But I was depressed, so I needed me some happy.

I got there. And it was good.

The list of people that were there at this point is as follows:

• Mitch, it being his house and all.
• Ron. He's always there for these parties.
• Kevin. He's always there, too.
• Heather.
• Andy/Andrew/Griffin. I was introduced to him as Griffin when I first met him, so that's how I think of him.
• PETE! Coolest guy ever.
• Beth.
• And....uhh...Me.

Yeah, as far as I can remember, that's who was there.

I got nice 'n wired. Hadn't been wired like that in a while. It was fun.

Then they realized that...GASP! Mitch has a pool! I knew that, of course. So Beth decided that we needed to go swimming. My swimshorts were at my house, and that's a half-hour walk from Mitch's. So I didn't feel particularly motivated to go.

Then Beth BULLIED me into going. Quite literallying. With punching and such. *sniff* But she came with me, so it was cool. I would have been bored if I had been by myself, but instead I got to talk to Beth for an hour about all sorts of things. I can only remember a few of things we talked about, though...But I'm not mentioning that on here. Not yet.

My parents must have been intrigued, Beth was the third girl I'd brought home that week. They seemed to like her. *shrug*

Then we walked back, more talking. Oh, now I remember something else we were doing on the way to my house! We were rating houses. It was fun! And talking about how they could be improved. Good times.

Yeah.

Then we were back.

We hung out there for a while longer, then we decided to go pick up Nicky. Heather and Beth also came, to pick up bathing suits. I came because I was bored and didn't have a computer to play on.

So I came with them. The first stop was to get Nicky. I sat in the back seat between Nicky and Heather. I quite enjoyed that. And it was actually requested that I do so, by Heather, because she doesn't like to sit next to girls. Good times.

We stopped at Beth's, she got her bathing suit. We stopped at Pete's, he got his bathing suit. We stopped at Heather's, she got her bathing suit. And then we stopped at some sort of food establishment and got MEAT. And by that I mean hamburgers. And buns. And a bag of chips. And some chocolate. It was cool.

And there was some interesting conversation in the car, as well. Especially about the church of scientology or whatever the fuck it is. THAT was an interesting conversation.

Then we were back.

Oh, and did I mention what I had to do in order to go on that road trip? Why, I had to trim my nails. I have no fucking nails anymore. They're gone. GONE! But that's okay, I suppose...My right thumb nail broke off a while back, and my fingers haven't matched since then. So now they shall grow in at the same length. They shall regain their former size. In fact, they shall become larger, more deadly, and somehow poisonous! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Then there was a hell of a lot of CS and other such fun. Pete even let me play on his compy for a while. I tended to just charge into combat a lot. But oh well. Fun. :)

Oh, and BEFORE all that CS, we watched an episode of Penn and Teller's Bullshit. But this requires it's own rant, so it'll be located near the end of this.

But to all you readers who support PETA, you're fucking stupid.

But yeah.

I also drank a lot of syrup over the evening. Beth, Pete, and Nicky seemed to have a problem with this, though. At some point, they noticed my frequent trips into the other room to drink syrup, and confronted me. Beth punched me a lot, and Pete blocked my only escape route and made me give him the syrup.

Blah, blah, threatening to pour it out, I went insane, ended up being forced to sign a contract stating that I would throw out the rest of the syrup at ten in the morning. I would get the bottle until then, but I could not go out of my way to finish it off. I could keep drinking, but only at my usual rate. I was fine with this, as I was not beaten up, and I got to drink more syrup. Throwing it out was painful, though :(

I was REALLY jumpy at this point. I was twitching and shit, and generally freaking out. Fun stuff.

We watched some tv shows on computers, played more games, and hung around for a while.

Then people started getting tired and going to bed.

I was among the last people to go to bed, as were Nicky, Beth, and Pete. We ended up partaking of the sleep in the room with the bar, which is where most people slept, actually...Although I slept across the room from everybody, curled up in a fetal position, with no blankets or pillows. It was fucking COLD in that basement.

And man, I was crashing majorly. I was freakin' out. I don't think anybody realized, but I'm fairly certain I was crying silently during points in the night. Not pleasant at all.

Waking up was better, though. Well, the last time. I actually woke up a bunch of times before then. Goddamn sleep and it's easy interruptability.

More hanging out, a few more games, then I wandered home.

End of Chapter Four.

No intermission this time.

Chapter Five:

When I got home, I learned that Autumn was in town with Alyssa, and yeah. They tried to call me.

So I wandered down to the cons and found them. Swimming with the fucking Buddhist. I fucking hate that guy. Just fucking hate him. I didn't go swimming at first, I just sort of hung around and pondered swimming. Because I fucking hate that annoying Buddhist asshole shithead. HATE HIM. I ended up sucking it up and going in, but it wasn't fun at all. Then we got out because a lot of people were around, and hung around the stones for a while. Again, wasn't having fun.

I didn't have much fun today after I left the party, actually. Everything bad caught up with me, and it wasn't pleasant at all.

Gah. Yeah, I think I'm just about done. I don't actually have time to get into the PETA rant tonight...But I assure you, it will be tomorrow.

Also, no zombies tonight. Because I'm fucking tired. But I have something to make up for the wait for everybody in the game. ;)

I should start a new blog where I rant about other things without fear of people finding it, and just not give anybody the url.

Until next time,
You know what? Fuck it.
~Kataron

Off The Edge Of Despair

Greetings, readers.

Yes, yes, I know I didn't post last night. Youth group thirty hour famine dealy. Spent the night in the church. And I didn't post a zombie post the night before, because Alyssa's friend pissed me off by telling me to shut the fuck up. But yeah.

No zombie post tonight either, as I'm about to head out and go down to Mitch's. He's having a LAN.

And due to certain events today, I am feeling somewhat down. So I believe I shall have some Coke tonight, as it has been four days so far. And it IS a party. And I want to forget all my troubles.

I was actually told that I could have Coke every now and then if I wanted, just not so much, and not all the time. So I'm going to have some Coke tonight, and hopefully I shall be happy for a short time.

Anyways, I'm heading out now. I shall return at some point tomorrow. Expect a real post, and a zombie post, tomorrow night.

Until next time,
I should be used to disappointment by now.
~Kataron

Compression Of Time

Yeeeeeep.

I've had one person question me about last night's post. Greg. Yeah, I'm fine. I was just feeling down last night, but I was feeling fine by the time I went to bed.

No worries.

Anyways, my last two days have been my first two days of summer school. As I'm taking the four-week course, this puts me at 10% completion of summer school. And my class is pretty cool. It has some people from Ross in it.

It's mostly goddamn fast-tracking grade 11's. And yeah, you're still grade 11's if you were in grade 11 last year. You're not of the higher grade until your first day of school. Ya bastards.

So yeah. There's also a bunch of Asian people there. They amuse me so. Especially this gone guy. He was debating something today, and he was just amusing. Kept talking about efficiency and such. Yeah. Amusing.

We're doing Hamlet. I've already done Hamlet. The first bit of the course is just easy.

And today, I learned how to properly use a semi-colon! It's about damn time!

And yeah.

That's pretty much been my last two days. I also hung out with Alyssa and James yesterday. Not today, though, Alyssa was and still is out of town visiting friend(s).

Also, as of tomorrow at six in the morning (Not that I'll be awake), the thirty-hour famine for my youth group starts. Goes on until Saturday at noon. Yeah. Then I assume there will be foodstuffs. If the foodstuffs aren't good, I shall kill people.

Yeah.

And...My interest in this post just majorly waned.

I fucking HATE it when people on MSN tell me to shut up. Honestly, just fuck you.

Until next time,
Oh, just fuck off.
~Kataron

Fake Wings

Yeah...

I just don't feel like doing this tonight.

I have a lot to think about.

Until next time,
Pronoun Error.
~Kataron

Crazy

Heheheh. Crazy. By that Spears whore originally, redone in a jazzy format by Robert Cheese or some such name. I just recall the word cheese. Basically, he goes on about how he wants to fuck her. Good times. Good times.

Anyways, yeah. I'll run ya down what I did today. 'cept with better grammar.

Hrm...My MSN seems to be messing up. People are talking to me...But I don't see ANY of them on-line. Everybody on my list is off-line. And now that I've tried to disconnect and reconnect, it's messing up again.

Annoyance!

But yeah, got up, had to help my dad at the scout camp for a bit, came home, hung out on-line, then got together with James to look for new swimmin' holes. Alas, we failed for the most part, uncovering only a rather swampy swimming area.

Then we hung out more, and eventually got together again later, with Alyssa. We decided that we were gonna go swimming again. And for those of you that know, no, not like last time.

We got there, and didn't want to swim for a while. So we hung around and just talked about stuff. It was pretty fun. Except when they were trying to convince me that I'm bi. I'm not. There's nothing wrong with it, I'm just not. But they seem to have made it their goal for the summer to force me to admit that I am what I am not. So...Yeah.

Then we went swimming for a bit. Then we got out, and began to walk home. We dropped James off, then I walked with Alyssa all the way to her house. And her house is rather far away. It took me about fifteen minutes to get back, and I was jogging for part of it. But on the way there, she and I walked at a leisurely pace, and discussed various things.

Oh, and I think I'm gonna try going without Coke again for a while. A two-week trial period, I believe I decided on. The rewards are plentiful, but shall not be discussed on here just yet. So, if I can be without Coke, and still be happy, I will get rewarded. Good company and various cheese-based products shall hopefully keep me in good spirits. And God knows I likes the cheese-based products. For those of you curious, ask me in person. ie, Jared. Tomorrow. Yes.

Speaking of Tomorrow...I start summer school :( But it should be a breeze. I am somewhat worried about the small chance that I may get the Uber-Bitch From Hell as my summer school teacher, but I find it very unlikely. And if I do? I won't take the course. I wonder what their policy on headphones will be...? 'cause man, the classes go by a lot faster when I've got some nice jazz playing to keep me calm.

And to those of you looking for a zombie post tonight, especially Rick, I apologize. There will not be one. I was out too late tonight, did not return until quarter to eleven. My parents are somewhat strict about bed-times. So alas, I must be off momentarily. Actually, I've been on about ten minutes longer than I should have been, just to get this post to you! Feel the love, bitches. But I send a special apology to Rick, who was supposed to be introduced as a character tonight. Tomorrow night, I assure you, I shall have a zombie post. Even if I'm out late and have to use the time that I used to do this post to do a zombie post but yes. *deep breath*

To those of you attending summer school, I shall hopefully see you there tomorrow. Yes.

And to the rest of you: Your day will come.

Hrm...The thought of the night tonight, I believe shall be a slightly revamped version of something I was told tonight.

Until next time,
Hurry to the place that will make you happy, but when you get there, linger for as long as possible.
~Kataron

Zombies Are Go?

Right...One less story-line to worry about. Seth apparently has discovered that they have a computer there, but doubts he would get much posting time, so his character remains dead. But in an uber-cool death fashion.

Nate and the his unattractive companions:

The female grins slightly, and lowers the weapon.

"You've got spunk, kid. I like that. I'll let you rest up here for a bit, but then you're getting the fuck out of my house. Follow me."

She walks into the next room, being a generic living room, but with a few interesting differences. A few guns and boxes of ammunition in a corner, things like that. If you're looking for anything, I'll tell if it's there or not.

Dave/Greg:

You accomplish nothing, really. One of you is leaving, one of you remains in the room looking at what you found. And no, revealing what it says would make it less fun for me. Greg, you know what to do.

Well, damn. Now Eric wants in. So I guess I should introduce him...And Rick. Rick wants a character. But to introduce two new story-lines would be a bitch, and to start them together would be annoying. So I'll introduce Eric tonight, and I'll ponder a way to introduce Rick into one of the story-lines, which will probably be done tomorrow night...Yeah. I'll work Rick in tomorrow night.

Damn. Just when I got rid of one story-line, I have to put in another. Sigh...

'kay, Eric, you know the drill. I'll introduce you, then you make your character sheet dealy, with stats, little backstory, that kinda stuff. Look at the other ones that people did for reference.

Eric:

You wake up, and your head begins to pound. You look around, and see that you're inside a car. But the car appears to be crashed, in a ditch...You reach up and rub your head, and when your hand comes down, you see blood. You're in the passenger seat of the car, but the driver seems to be gone. You see a trail of blood and glass outside of the car, but it abruptly ends after a point.

You try to climb out of the car, but realize that the seatbelt is still restraining you. You take it off, and step outside. As soon as you're standing, you almost fall down. You use the car for support, and manage to keep on your feet.

You've suffered a nasty bump. You can't remember who you were in the car with, or where you were going, but nothing so cliche as to not remember who you are. You know damn well who you are.

You see the lights of a town a short distance down the street.

And now I turn control of the character over to you, Eric.

Enjoy.

Dynamic Misrepresentations

Another two-worder.

Awesome day today. I crawled out of bed around eleven and then played video games for a while. I then met up with James and we met Alyssa and Autumn.

We then went to the Conservation Area to go swimming. Damn fine time.

To those of you who know the details, great. To those that don't, muahahahaha.

I'll definately comment more on this later. I just need to decide exactly what to say. If you REALLY want to know, ask me in person and I will probably give you a vague reponse.

S.O.S.D.

And this evening, I spent a couple hours over at Rick's watching Invader Zim. ZIIIIIIIM!

And probably some other stuff.

Shit, my head hurts. I'ma zombie and then probably sleep.

Until next time,
We all live short, insignificant lives. We won't make a difference. Just roll with it and try to have fun on your downward spiral into death.
~Kataron

Let us bow our heads in silence...

That'll make sense in a bit.

Ryan/Jared/NATE:

She's freakin' hot, I tell you.

But ooo, no Charisma for Ryan. That makes it more difficult.

She keeps the gun pointed at you. She didn't seem to much appreciate the smile.

"I'm not giving you my name just yet. For all I know, you're here to try to kill me and take my weapons. Well, tell hell with you. I'm safe enough here. I have guns, supplies, everything I need. Tell me why I should help you."

She cocks her gun. (ooc: teeheehee)

"And make it quick."

Dave/Greg/Mysterious Bloody Object:

Greg reaches towards the bloody object and pulls it out. It doesn't bite, don't worry. It appears to be a human finger. A severed human finger. With a ring on it, bearing a large silver skull. The band is also silver, very plain. As you lift the finger, the ring falls off, into a small puddle of blood that came from the finger itself. There appears to be some sort of engraving inside, an inscription, but you can't read any of the words.

That's what he found, Dave.

Seth:

(OOC: I'm taking control of his character in this one because Seth is leaving tomorrow for awayness, and I want this to be freakin' cool.)

You return to running, but a zombie cuts you off. You try to turn around, but another zombie cuts you off. Two zombies join the one behind you. Meaning that right now, you are trapped in an isle of food (and these particular shelves look rather sturdy) with three zombies guarding the exit behind you, and one in front.

Your action is obvious. You rush the one in front, hoping to get past him and escape. You start with a blow from the baseball bat, which disorients him, allowing you to get your next blow in. You stab the zombie in the eye with your knife, sinking it in all the way, hitting the brain. The zombie flails wildy, in it's (re?)death throes, knocking you backwards somewhat as he does so.

The other three zombies rush, but you manage to slow them down by throwing your baseball bat at them, causing them to fall in a domino effect. You bolt forwards, moving past the zombie you stabbed, who is still flailing weakly while lying on the floor. You step through a puddle of blood as you rush past, almost slipping,but managing to retain your balance. In the confusion, you got somewhat turned around. The broken window you entered through is behind you now, with zombies between you and it. But you see a door nearby, and run to it. It appears to be some sort of back room.

Then all of a sudden, a zombie pops up between you and the door! You remember how strong that last zombie was, and think that you don't want to get that close again. So you throw your knife at it.

And what's this?! A natural twenty?! The knife hits the zombie right in the throat, going in completely, and sending the zombie backwards. It hits a stove set up to cook food samples for customers, and ends up getting it's face burned rather badly. It seems that whoever last used it neglected to turn it off, possibly because they were eaten. The zombie is now writhing in pain, and no longer much of a threat.

You go towards the door again, and quickly enter, close it, and lock it. You then look around. Hopefully there'll be a weapon in here, as you just lost yours. And...By the Gods! There is!

This seems to be where the employees of the store held up. There are a few corpses near the back, and the corpse of what appears to be the owner lying on the floor nearby, with...a....a shotgun!

You pry the shotgun from the cold dead hands of the former store owner, and turn your attention back to the door. The zombies have now reached it, all three of them, and they seem to be taking turns smashing at it.

You wait, and soon one smashes through, and rushing in triumphantly. You raise the shotgun, take aim, and BANG! The zombie drops to the floor, it's head full of lead. The other two follow quickly, and you fire at the one on the front, hitting him in the stomach, and sending him flying back. The other almost reaches you, but then you fire. The first shot only grazes it's shoulder, and it keeps coming. It is about to reach you, when you aim the shotgun up and forward, and fire. You shoot the zombie right in the neck, sending bits of it's head flying everywhere.

You then slump against a nearby wall, and let out a sigh. You've killed them. They're dead. Again. They shouldn't be troubling you anymore. You close your eyes for a moment, and try to gather yourself.

And since your eyes are closed, you don't notice the owner standing and moving towards you. You only notice when you feel his breathing against your skin. You open your eyes quickly, take aim with the shotgun, and fire.

Click.

No more ammo. You curse, and duck to the left, as the zombie is more on your right. You try to run away, but a hand grabs your foot. One of the other employees of the store. Two more stand, cutting off any lines of escape you had.

They grab you, and begin to bite your flesh. You cannot move, and can only watch as the zombified owner approaches you slowly, with a large emotionless grin on his face. As the blackness begins, the last thing you see is that face.

And the sweet embrace of death takes you.

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Seth, you shall be missed. Now you understand the title, and I suggset you bow your head in a moment of silence.

That is all.

Sentimental Inconsistencies

Okay, that's not the name of a song either. But putting two big, cool words together still works.

Yeah. I wrote an actual post last night, but I was still in the process of it when I wandered off for a while, and Jared came on-line. He commented on another blog, hence having to sign into Blogger. And in doing so, signed me out. I did not realize this, and when I returned, I finished the post and tried to post it, but alas. It did not work. Blog not found, it said. Back to dashboard, it said. And when I did so? What did I see? Jared Tyler's Blogger account.

But oh well, it was a shitty post anyway. It was two in the morning, and I was tired while writing the whole thing.

So I shall outline yesterday as well as today. But we're going to start with today. Just to confuse you, by doing that then JUMPING BACK a day.

This morning, I woke up around eleven. I went downstairs. Jared was still sleeping. He's very ugly when he sleeps. But he's also very ugly when he's awake. I looked for something to jab him with, but my cane was caught on something, and freeing it would have taken effort. Effort which I was unable to even consider after just waking up.

So as Jared snoozed, I began the cleaning process, as well as a tad of computerizing. Then I woke up Jared. He stayed where he was for quite some time after waking up, so I freed the cane and jabbed him some. Take THAT!

Then there was cleaning...And Jared played some video games...

Then Rick came over, watched Jared play video game. Then I delegated. Made them do the dishes. While they did that, I continued generic cleaning, making the living room look like it did before my parents left, bringing the video game systems upstairs, running movies back, stuff like that.

And then eventually I grew bored of them and kicked them out.

Then I bathed, and while in the bath, finished The Redemption of Althalus! Fucking SWEET book.

Then I played video games until my parents got back, battled a headache, and had dinner.

Then I played move video games, brought the book back the the library, and went for a jog.

Came home.

Then I learn that Autumn is over at Alyssa's, so we decide we're going to hang out. James joins us.

We end up wandering the Conservation Area a bit. It was awesome. Then we hung out and talked about stuff and looked at the stars. They're UP. In the sky. Who'da thunk it?

It was very much fun. We're planning on getting together tomorrow, as well. Yep. That will be fun as well.

That about sums up today.

Now let's do the time warp, and jump back to yesteryear, plus one year minus one day. Yes.

Righty-o, woke up around eleven, like today. Went downstairs to find Eric playing God of War while Jared watched and secretly touched himself under the blanket because Kratos is just so freakin' manly. Or at least, that's what I assume he was doing.

Then...Aw, shit, what did we do? Right, I don't remember the order of what happened during the day. So I'm going to put down various points of what happened, in a LIST (which I don't use nearly enough of) and they're in no order at all.

• We went to places, we being myself, Jared, and Eric. Places being Video Plex, Foodland, and then the Bakery.
• Rick came over.
• MOVIE! Alien Vs. Predator.
• Seth came over.
• Rice in a glass.
• VIDEO GAMES!!!!!!
• Johnny Depp is sexy.
• Electric chatting.
• Burgers are good.
• Seriously. The rice was in a glass.
• Coke. Lots of Coke.
• Brownies! They were BROWN. Like...Shit? But better-tasting.
• Dress!
• Seth is a perv.
• Gay marriage jokes. Lots of 'em.
• So many of them that it requires two list items.
• Hit Seth with a thing.
• Seth, you perv.
• Handcuffs and porn?

Good times.

Yeah.

That was YESTERDAY.

Dammit, there were a few things I wanted to bitch about. What the hell were they?

Well, one is Roman Fucking Candles. Fuck you, wiggers and drunk people firing those around stupidly. FUCK YOU. Seriously. Go fucking die, you dumb shits.

I was getting pretty fucking tired of people wandering arnd and firing off Roman Candles down the street. And at my fucking house. And at people I know. Fuck you, you fucking bastards.

I'll kill you all.

Isn't Eugene a name that you can YELL? I mean, let's compare it to...Say...Greg.

GREG!?!?!?!

Or....

EUGENE?!?!?!?!?!

Hell yes Eugene totally sounds better! I think it has to do with the vowel in the middle. You can stretch it out. You can stretch vowels easy.

Observe.

STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVE!!!

See?! Yeah, I'm always right.

You know what's annoying? Friendship politics. I mean, it's all so goddamn confusing. That's why I avoid people, for the most part. That, and the smell. But, really.

It'd difficult to just be friends with everybody. And there's always things people will say about you behind your back, to other friends. They can act all sweet and nice around you, but talk shit about you when you're not around, and you'd have no idea. I've heard people talk about other people behind their backs. Hell, I've done it. I'm not proud of it, but I've done it. And I can only assume that people do it about me. I mean, especially about me. I'm the offensive, annoying guy. That's me. If I've never offended you, then you're probably stupid or ugly or both, you stupid ugly fucker.

But yeah, it confuses the hell out of me. I'm always assumging that people are talking about me behind my back. Not in the sense that it's an ego-thing, where I think people are always talking about me blah blah blah, but it's a paranoia thing. I'm paranoid.

I actually am, too...I did a project on it last year, and when I did it, I had all but one symptom. And that soon changed...Guess what the one symptom was, that I was missing. Guess. No guesses? Geez, jerks. It was thinking that your significant other would cheat on you. I know a wee bit better now. Now I suffer from all of them, when applicable. Yep. That's me.

Paranoid old me.

But why am I paranoid, you ask? It started with the mistreatment of me back at the midget school. Fucking EVERYBODY was always hitting me. You bastards.

And probably some other stuff happened.

Anyways I think I should end this post now. I have to do a zombie thing tonight, and I have to get Seth's bit perfect. I have some good plans for it. :)

Until next time,
DAMN YOU,EUGEEEEEEEEEEEEENE!!!
~Kataron

Zombies R Us

Zoooooooombies! Get your zombies! Hot, fresh, right out of the dead!

Yeah. So, I didn't actually get around to doing that post during the day like I said I would, but I say a lot of things.

But I'm doing it now, dammit!

Jared/Ryan/Nate:

You've run into the house, with Nate trailing closely behind. I, being Nate and all, enter the building and slam the door closed in a loud and dramatic fashion. I also proceed to lock it, then look around. I nod briefly at my companions, and look around. The room has no windows, and only two doors, one of which now being locked and closed, keeping zombies out. The other opens as I look at it, and the barrel of a gun points through. The rest of the gun, as well as a hand and arm, follows cautiously. Then a head, and the rest of a body.

An attractive, female body. She has shoulder-length, black hair, an orange t-shirt, and jeans. Her hair is tied back in a pony-tail, and she has a look of distrust on her face.

She speaks.

"Right, I know you're not like those things, as I've heard you talking. But I would very much like to know why you're in my house."

Dave/Greg:

Dave, you search the room. You find nothing that screams 'weaponry', as it's a bedroom. People usually don't leave axes and chainsaws and things that make people die in bedrooms.

Greg, I'm too damn tired to pick up on your oh-so-subtle hint.

Greg, you lean down to check out what's underneath the bed. There's not much at all. Some shoes. Something oddly shaped and fuzzy. And a pool of blood, with something small sticking out of the middle, covered in blood. Mysterious!

Seth:

A zombie runs up to you and begins to gently stroke your inner thigh. I mean....uhhh...Scratch that!

You duck down and throw the can towards the other side of the store. You hear more inhuman noises, and what sounds like feet moving quickly towards that area.

You begin to crawl away. But as you crawl, you hear them reach the other area, and begin to spread out and look for whatever made that noise, as the sounds the zombies make were drawing apart from each other.

Danananana HEY dananana!

Yep.

Dueling Banjos

Heyyyyyy.

Crap, I wrote a post last night and it didn't go up. It was a 'Public Service Announcement' regarding the fact that my parents are gone for the weekend, and people can come over if'n they want to. Yep.

Just thought you should all know, bitches.

Yeah. So today, my parents done left. So I did what it is that I do. I walked around the house talking to myself, and played video games. Also, because it was apparently 'Canada Day', there was an Andromeda marathon on Space. I friggin' love that show. Yeah. That took up most of my day.

Then Eric came over. We hung out, got some movies, got some games, then tried some. Then youth group. Before I got there, apparently somebody hit Dave in the arm with a Roman Candle. So I returned home and came back with Banjo. At some point, they came around again, and I threatened them with Banjo and swore at them some. Fucking asswad bastards. Yeah. Youth group proceeded fairly normally, from what I remember.

Then Eric and I came back here and watched Pirates of the Caribbean. I love Johnny Depp. Jared came over near the end of it. Kept me talking on the phone for fifteen minutes or so. Geez, that kid just never shuts up. Honestly, it makes me wanna hit him with Banjo. Right in the person. Yep.

Then probably some other stuff happened.

Now it's 2:30 in the morning, and my mind is wandering too much for me to make sense of this. So I'm going to not do a zombie post tonight, but I shall do my bestest to write one about mid-day tomorrow.

Yes.

Awayness now.

Until next time,
I love offending people. YOU THERE! BE OFFENDED BY MY CAPITALIZATION!
~Kataron