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So, it seems our government has decided to make it legal for people to sue cigarrette(sp?) companies for compensation of health stuff.

That's stupid.

I mean, it's the person's choice to start smoking, is it not? Is it also not clearly labelled that IT'S BAD right on the fucking pack? I mean, if you're too stupid to read, then you deserve to die.

It's not right that people can sue these companies because they make unhealthy products. They don't force people to use them. Again, if they're stupid enough to smoke after we all know how goddamn bad it is for you, then go ahead, you'll die, but just don't sue.

Not that the cigarrette companies aren't wrong. I mean, they make a product that they know causes cancer, and ends lives prematurely. That's wrong too. They just shouldn't be made.

Sorry, short rant 'cause I'm still getting ready to go. My mom was just talking about this.

Your thoughts?

(Check previous post for game)

Until next time,
Okay, I'm really leaving this time.
~Kataron

Halcyon On & On

Did you know that Halcyon On & On was part of the soundtrack to the first Mortal Kombat movie? No lie. I've got the soundtrack on one of my new CD's.

So, today was a shortened day.

Before first, random hanging out and consuming large amounts of caffeinated beverages.

Then during first, we had a quiz, but it was too goddamn early in the morning for factoring, so I mostly just left it blank. Not a great idea, but meh.

Then second. We were deciding what to do for a project, we had to pick a dinner to cook that had certain nutritional values. We're doing chicken stir fry with rice. Mmmm.

Then Writer's Craft, where Jared and I wrote the worst love poem to ever grace a page. Or at least, that's the way we look at it.

I shall type this up for your enjoyment now.

We called it...

Love In The Cheese Grater

Love is like a box of chocolatey chocolates.

It tastes pretty good. For a while.

But then it runs out. And you have to throw the box away.

And then the garbage man comes. And takes it away for you. His name is Ted.

Love is also like a shooting star.

No, not in a good way. It's because it's dying.

Love dies.

Like a shooting star.

Then Ted.

And then, just as you're getting over the loss of your chocolates/star, somebody hands you another box.

And you know what?

It goes straight to your thighs.

But love, you can't buy in a store.

Well...Not that kind of love.

Looooooovely loooove.

And yes, the point of this was to write a BAD poem about love. Which I think we did rather well.

Jared and I rule.

Oh, and remember how I mentioned Sarah in England the other day? I was wondering about her situation with her baby. She came on-line for a few minutes just before I left to catch the bus. She had the baby! Her name is Hannah. ^_^

Needless to say, I am excited for her. I was hoping to get a chance to talk to her now, before I left, but she's not on-line, and I need to bathe and the like before I go away for the weekend.

I believe I have supplies enough. For the first part of the weekend anyway.

Four 12-packs of Coke, one missing a can because Rick dropped the box and the can died. We had a moment of silence for it.

One box of Twinkies, containing eight of the delicious snacks.

One bag of Rainbow Chocolate Chip cookies.

One back of Kettle Cooked chips.

And I assume a hooker.

Anyways, I'm sorry if I don't have much to say now, but I need to go off and bathe.

But I'll leave you with a game of some sort of game.

Ummm...Let's see.

Word association. You read the last word and post whatever word it makes you think of.

The word to start you all off is...

Cheese.

I hope you all have a fun weekend. I know I will. I'll be bringing my notebook and making notes, so expect a full summary of the weekend when I return on Sunday.

And feel free to discuss with others how awesome I am. I feel that this topic is all too overlooked these days. Fix that.

Until next time,
Those snot-nosed little punks will pay for their crimes.
~Kataron

Indiana Jones Techno Remix

Teeheehee.

I just burned four new MP3 CD's over at James'. :D:D:D

Music! It's about goddamn time, I was getting tired of the music I had.

What did I get?

Uhh...

Techno Remixes of just about everything, Weezer, Nirvana, Richard Cheese, Black Eyed Peas, The Eagles, Generic Funk, Pink Floyd, Hendrix, and then a bunch of other stuff. I dunno, I don't have a good memory retention. Half the time I won't know what I'll be listening to.

So yeah.

Anyways, m'day.

Morning? Uhh...Generic? Hung around with people. Used some portable speakers that James brought to blast the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Theme as well as Chariots of Fire. Good times were had by all.

Then math. Finished Sea Elves, started work on Dark Elves. Quiz tomorrow. I'ma fail.

Then second. This period is kinda a blur. I don't recall accomplishing anything. I was quite wired at the time.

Lunch. I recall Jared being there. He usually is. You know, standing. There. Bitty, Caitlyn(Still don't know the right spelling.) and John were there. At some point, Bitty, John, and I went to the library across the road and then to Tim Horton's, where I bought things for everybody.

Not that I'm generous. Oh no, don't you go thinking that. That's bad thoughts. I'm not. I'm a greedy evil bastard, and you keep that in mind.

Then there was Writer's Craft. We started on poetry today. But OH, there'll be more on that soon enough. Fucking poetry.

Spare? It was a buy-out today, so there were tons of people in the halls. We got kicked out of the halls by Ms. Burns. Bah. I ended up hanging out with James' lady-friend Alyssa, and Ally(or is it ie?), got Coke, then hung out with Rob in front of Tim Horton's while he described some very disturbing things that I would probably sleep better if I had not heard.

Then I was back, and on my bus.

Home.

Star Ocean. Yeah, kinda getting back into that. I reached a point where the enemies were all bastards, so I kinda gave up for a while. I do that from time to time. Just a brief Hiatus, then I'm back and kickin' ass.

James called and asked if I wanted to hang out tonight. I did.

Dinner.

Went over to James', where we then went down to Mitch's and hung out there for a while whilst he acquired a CD for WinXP to reformat his computer.

We walked around and talked about stuff. He seems to have a plan called 'Operation Takedown' in order to try to help me with something, but I must admit to being skeptical at how well it will work. I am also disconcerted for the part I must play in this plan. I've never been good at it. I suppose we'll see how well it works. But frankly, I'm scared. More details later, depending on whether or not Operation Takedown works at all.

Now...I had a bunch of stuff to rant about. Where'd I put my notebook?

Got it.

I have...Eight issues to talk about. Let's see how long the caffeine holds out, shall we?

Issue the first. Ms. Burns. Irritates me. Moreso the way she talks to us on the announcements, like we're nothing more than little children. Like she'd be talking to kids in elementary school. Fuck that shit. I'm a legal fucking adult. I don't need things repeated to me, slowly. I fucking heard what you said, I just didn't care. Yeah, that's right. So don't talk to us like children, it's not going to help us do whatever it is that you want us to do. It's not going to get us to bring in our student fees, it's not going to get us to comply with the stupid dress code, it's not going to get us to do whatever you want. When you're ready to talk to us without resorting to repeating your points in slow, deliberate, insulting tones, then we'll talk. 'til then, I'm not listening.

Point the second.

Save the Future.

Fuck that. What the hell do I care about the Humane Society? Honestly, how does it affect me in any way? Short answer, it doesn't. The animals don't mean all that much to me. Nothing at all, really. Nor do most of the charities that Save the Future collects for. I used to donate so it'd look like I cared, now I just don't. Ms. Tremblay had a good system. Stickers. Sounds kinda weird, but it worked. Plus in that class, there were more people I knew, and they could see if I donated more. Then it seems like I care. See how that works? Now my first period class is a grade 11 one. So...Nobody really knows me. It just doesn't really matter. See? I'm a horrible person.

Point oh third.

Diabetes. Huh. When'd I write this? I forget. Anyways, if I get diabetes, then fuck it. I'll keep drinking what I drink, eating what I eat, and if I die, then I can't think of a way I'd rather go. I'm not sure what else there is to say on the topic, or why it's in my notebook...

Weird.

Point FOUR!!!!

Yeah. Note the four exclamation marks. Nothing on my blog is mere chance.

Poetry. YARGH. I am -not- fond of poetry. There's only been one poem that I really liked, and that was 'To His Coy Mistress', the poem I studied in summer school. Other than that, I'm not fond of poetry.

We were asked today in Writer's Craft just what poetry was. We all had to come up with our own definition. With a derisive snort, I wrote the following:

Poetry is a way of making your stupid and inane ramblings sound pleasant. Rhyming seems big. Things sound smarter if they rhyme, I guess. It also uses a lot of stupid imagery to make the reader think about things. As you can tell, I hate poetry. I hate it with a fiery passion. A lot of poems have to do with love, too. Yeah, you wanna know what I think about love? Love is bullshit. Sorry it didn't rhyme.

...

Yeah, that was my response. I was asked to read mine first. It might have been the derisive snort, it might have been the slight groan I made when the word 'poetry' was first uttered, or it might have been the smug look on my face. But I read mine first. I think people enjoyed the last bit. Sorry it didn't rhyme indeed.

I don't mean to offend you if you write poetry. Or maybe I do, depending on who you are. If I likes ya, then I mean no offense by it. If I don't, or you think that there's a chance that I don't, then by all means, take offense.

I just don't like poetry. I don't like the way the poets dress up their words with rhymes and imagery. It makes me feel stupid, like my writing is somehow less than theirs because mine isn't lemony fresh scented. I don't like that. I don't like that one bit. I'm fond of the way I write.

I despise writing poetry. I can't do it. I just can't. I hate writing it. If I'm opening myself up like that, it goes into my notebook, in the form of prose. Bah.

The only joy I find in poetry is ripping it apart. Analyzing it, finding out what makes it tick. It's not so magical anymore, is it? It's just words put together in an order to make the subject sound more pleasant than it is. I like that.

Point the fifth.

It seems that some people have turned their ranting into books. I think I could do that. I rant enough, don't I? Only I put it up here, where you can all read it for free 'cause I rock!

But maybe one day I'll come out with a book that details my thoughts and opinions on just about everything. Look for that.

Topic the sixth.

This is a topic I have spoken of again and again on my blog. And then a few more times, for good measure. Unfortunately, I somehow doubt that people read through my archives. So the newbies will require a new rant. And I just need to rant about it occasionally to get it out of my system.

Can you see what's coming? If you're a long-time reader, you probably can. I shall be discussing the foulest four-letter word of all.

Love.

Love is bullshit. Really, it is. I've been in love before. It ended up in a lot of pain, a lot of anguish, and a whole lot of hate. I don't think I was this bitter and angry and depressed before the bitch came into my life and tore out my heart. Then again, maybe I was. I don'tknow.

But the point remains, love is bullshit.

Love at first sight? What, are you fucking stupid? That doesn't happen. You can't fall in love with somebody without at least some insight into their personality. Unless you're very fucked in the head, in which case you might seem to believe that you have intense feelings for somebody while still knowing jack shit about them. That's not love. That's infatuation. See the difference? That's obsession. That's lust. You'll note that none of the above are 'love'. Not. Love. Got it?

Love isn't magical. It's nothing more than anything else we feel, it's electrical impulses on your brain. That's love for ya. Electrical impulses. Electrical Impulses aren't very magical. Love is an emotion created to sell greeting cards on Valentine's day, an emotion created to make those that are with somebody happy, and all of us single people more depressed, because we don't have any of it.

Big whoop.

I've tried love, it ended badly for me. It'll be a while before I try it again, methinks.

NEEEEEXT!

Point seven.

Maslow. That's just a fucking awesome name. Am I right? Am I right, people? Of course I am.

And the last point of discussion for the evening is...

Point eight. The IRA.

Apparently they've demiltarized. Three days ago. Who'da thunk it?

For those of you that are among the unwashed masses, the IRA is the Irish...Something that starts with R, Something that starts with A. They're big bad and mean. But apparently they're sick of the fighting? I don't know. I don't really trust it. I don't trust them.

Interesting note, it was the IRA that fucked up in the book 'The White Plague' by...Fuck, I'm tired. Dune...Guy. Frank Herbert! That's it. The IRA blew up this guy's family. Well, they detonated a car just as his family was walking by. So he went crazy and created a horrible plague that killed off all of the Earth's women. I enjoyed the book, but it took me a long time to get through.

Anyways, yeah. IRA. Demilitarized. No more guns for them.

'kay.

I think that's about it for discussion tonight.

Tomorrow's a shortened day. And then I'm off to the retreat for the weekend! But seeing as how the day is oh-so shortened, I'm sure that I shall find the time to do a blog post before I'm off. But then I'm afraid I shall be without internet access for the weekend. Sigh. Oh well, I'll bring a notebook or two, and my new CD's.

My current music? PotC. Pirates, baby. Oh, Captain Jack Sparrow. I love you so.

The gasp! The whole PotC acronym reminded me of something that reminded me of something else...Well, first it reminded me of a three-way conversation I had between Greg and Sarah (from England) where they both used the acronym, but one meant Passion of the Christ, and the other meant Pirates.

And THAT reminded me!

I haven't spoken to Sarah in oh-so-long. When I last spoke to her, she was very pregnant! And as Jared and I realized that it has been so long since we last spoke to her, that she may very well have had the baby! Or if not, she'd be close.

This fills me with anxiousness. I wish I knew what was going on with her.

Yeah, that's about it now.

Nate sleep now.

Until next time,
That's right. That music is coming from MY CROTCH! *thrusts wildly around the room*
~Kataron

Katamari On The Rocks

Yeah. Hey.

I'm tired and very much crashing and depressed. But I'm gonna do a post anyway, 'cause I'm cool like that.

*yawns*

So, my day, you ask?

Coke on sale. What more can I say? $2.88 plus tax for a twelve-pack. Making two twelve-packs cheaper than a twenty-four pack, which is usually supposed to be cheaper than the two seperate etc.

So yeah. Bought two cases this morning.

Uhh...Let's see, how did they get given out...

I was ordered by Bitty, commander of the great Spork Army (yeah, there's a 99.724% chance that I joined an army and forgot to mention it on here. Oops.) to give a can to Rebecca. So I did. Then I gave one to Colleen, one to Bitty, and one to Caitlyn(Damn this name! Damn it and it's multiple possible spellings straight to hell!) 'cause they were looking for me after I got my Coke and that made me feel special. I had been looking for them anyway, which was quite painful, as I was carrying a twelve-pack on each shoulder. They burned like fire.

Anyways, then math class. I finished the Nomad Elves History and began on the Sea Elves. That's about all I did. No stupid fire drills today.

Then second. We were working on our salsa today. Well, today we cut up all the stuff and mixed it in and cooked it and all that, yesterday was just preparation and such. I ended up cutting onions today.

I'll level with you. I never really listened much when people talked about how they made you cry. I dismissed this as sissy rumours. It's completely true. Oh, but it doesn't get you right away. You think for a moment that you've beaten it. You don't tear up. You think 'Fuck yeah! I win!' but then your eyes start to sting. They start to water. Then before you know it, a single tear is creeping its way along your face.

Damn you, onions. Damn you to hell.

And you know what? I don't even like onions. Pretty fucked up, eh?

Anyway. Then lunch. Oh, and between Math and Food and Nutrition (that looks funny.) I deposited one twelve-pack within Bitty's locker, after giving away another four cans of Coke or so to the ladies that were around there. I figured I shouldn't show up to Food and Nutrition with a twelve-pack of Coke. So yeah, stashed it in her locker, and after meeting Jared at lunch and buying him something foodwise, we set out in search of her. We checked outside, which is where she usually seems to be found at lunch, but were informed that she just recently went back inside. So we took the search back inside and quickly found her and...Oh fuck, I have no idea how to spell this name...Esmae? Something like that. Pronounced 'Ez-May'. Yes. Anyways, they had the twelve-pack and were looking for me to give it to me, and I managed to convince them to return to the understairsness with Jared and myself because we're so freaking cool. And I like hanging out with them, but Jared hates going outside at lunch, and lunch is pretty much the only time I get to see the fucker. Well, 'cept for Writer's Craft. Anyways, we hung out and talked and drank Coke and I assume we built a robot. Sounds like something I'd attempt.

Then Writer's Craft. As it turns out, Ms. St. Jean wasn't there today. So we had Mr. McMurray as a substitute. I love that man, he cracks me up. He's the guy I served a week's worth of detentions with for skipping classes on my birthday. We just talked for the whole detentions. I'm not entirely sure how the class felt about him, but I got a lot of laughs. We didn't really work much that period 'cause we didn't have much to work on. Oh well.

No Ninjas this time either. I expect something to happen tomorrow, though. Baddies always seem to show up every few days.

Spare, hung out with Rick, got more Coke, talked about random stuff that I can barely remember now. Probably video games, that seems to be what we always talk about. A random girl I've never spoken to before asked me for a can of Coke. I gave her one.

You know, women are my one real weakness. Well, that and being kicked in the balls, I guess. But womens. I can't lie to them, I can't say no to them. The vast majority of them have pretty much total control over me, and I find it rather sad.

Just sayin'.

Then I came home, hung around and did nothing, ate dinner, did nothing, and went for a walk.

I thought I might hang out with Justin and people again, but the Alyssa that seems to hate me is there, so I steered clear. I sorta wandered around for an hour and a half not really doing anything. It was rather depressing.

Okay, so I guess I technically was doing something. I was narrating my own life. Just talking about what I was doing, what I was thinking, how I was feeling, but all from the third person. It was kinda depressing, really.

Whenever I'm alone, I end up having really depressed thoughts. And I'm alone far too often for my own good.

You know, this blog is very...What's the word..Mr. Kaune used it a lot...Narcissistic, something like that. I don't feel like looking up the spelling. Sigh. That's a lie, I just looked it up on Dictionary.com.

nar·cis·sism ( P ) Pronunciation Key (närs-szm) also nar·cism (-szm)
n.

1. Excessive love or admiration of oneself. See Synonyms at conceit.
2. A psychological condition characterized by self-preoccupation, lack of empathy, and unconscious deficits in self-esteem.
3. Erotic pleasure derived from contemplation or admiration of one's own body or self, especially as a fixation on or a regression to an infantile stage of development.
4. The attribute of the human psyche charactized by admiration of oneself but within normal limits.

Yeah...My blog is very self-serving, it's all about ME ME FREAKIN' ME. My day, my life, my thoughts on shit. I don't tackle any real issues unless something regarding them pisses me off.

All righty, so we all know that FF7 kicked all sorts of ass, right?

Quote!

"For the first time ever, Nomura admitted freely that, should he find the time once all of his current projects are completed, he would like to take the mouth-watering Final Fantasy VII tech demo for PlayStation 3 and turn it into the complete remake for which fans of the original have been clamoring for years."

I grabbed that off EA just a moment ago. People were talking about how they were really doing that blah blah blah, but I'd heard otherwise, and now we have a quote. Okay, so if the guy finds the TIME for it, he will. But I dunno. That would take years and years, possibly even longer than FF7 itself took to make.

When you make your own game, you have a level of creative control, you can make anything you want be however the fuck you want it to be. When you're re-pimping a game like this (technical term, I don't expect you lot to understand) you have to have EVERYTHING right down to the last bit. Because there are a lot of very obsessive FF gamers out there that would personally try to castrate anybody that fucks up FF7.

...But you know what I'd love on the PS3? That sweet-ass little mini-game on the motorcycle. That was a fucking awesome part. And that would look incredible on the PS3.

I'm not finding anything else noteworthy in the video game news.

Not sure what else there is to talk about.

So I'ma go sleep.

Until next time,
If I had an Orchestra that followed me around and played overly dramatic music at all times, like FF7 - 'One Winged Angel', I'm pretty sure I could get the ladies.
~Kataron

Roundabout

Here I am again.

Man, I freaking love House. Such a good show.

Nine on Tuesday nights! Global! Be there or be shot!

He's such a jackass. Yet I love him so. <3.

So, my day? Uhh...Let's see if I remember.

There was general hanging-outage in the morning. Same as usual, right? No ninjas.

Then first period. Nothing really out of the ordinary. We're learning something I've already learned and forgotten about, so I finished my Writer's Craft homework and then finished the Snow Elf history and began on the Nomad Elves.

Then there was a fire drill. I hate fire drills. How exactly is it getting us ready for a fire? It's basically telling us where the nearest exits are, for those too stupid to read a map or just look around. I mean, how exactly is ushering us at a leisurely pace to at least ten feet way from the building accomplishing anything? And fuck, if it was a real fire, I'd be bringing my backpack, and my noteoboks, and everything I'd need.

How fast do you think a fire would spread through the halls of a high school, anyway? Not -that- fast, I'd guess...Lots of large open spaces, and I don't think lockers are generally overly flammable, being made of metal and all. The ceiling would go up pretty good. And were the fire to spread into the science labs, that might make things interesting.

But really, fire drills are stupid. If there's a fire, okay. We'll leave the building. We don't need to practice leaving the goddamn building. It's not like it's difficult. It's not like we need practicing. You leave your classroom. You walk down the hall. Whoa, whoa, going too fast? Sorry, I'll pause and let you catch up.

Better? 'kay. This is where it gets complicated. You may or may not have to go down a set of stairs. I don't really see any point in going up any stairs. I just don't see where that'd be useful. But don't just go down a set of stairs if you find it. Think a bit. Should you be going down these stairs? Don't turn it into an inner philosophical debate about whether or not you should traverse the stairs. Keep in mind that there's a theoretical fire burning at your heels. Or maybe not theoretical, but....Metaphorical. Maybe. Then you find a door, and you go outside.

Right, there you have it. That's how you escape fire.

Do not, I repeat: DO NOT, attempt to fight fire with fire. This does not apply to real fire. This applies to metaphorical only. If it's a metaphorical fire behind you, then sure, fight it with fire. But fighting literal fire with fire tends only to make the flames grow. This, as you may imagine, is not what you want. Unless it is what you want. In which case, knock yourself out.

Where was I? Ah yes. So that's how you react during a fire drill. That's also why fire drills are fucking stupid.

You know, we're legally obligated to have three of them a semester. More if our responses are too slow.

Fuck you, that's stupid. That means I have to waste time and go outside at least six times. I fucking get it. Fire bad. You guys suck.

Then there was second. I did not enjoy this period, not at all. We were working with tomatoes. I assume that this is the correct spelling. I hate to seed the fuckers. I don't even LIKE them. We're making salsa. I don't even LIKE salsa. Gah, it wasn't pleasant at all. Not at all.

Then lunch rolled around. We just kinda hung around and did nothing. That's really just about it. I probably threatened some people walking by, and I probably got some weird looks.

Then Writer's Craft. I think I scared off the generic baddies. I doubt they'll be showing up for another day or two. Probably Thursday. You know, wanting to catch me off guard before the shortened Friday. Friday's a shortened day, apparently. Huzzah I say to this. 'cause I'm gone all weekend at the retreat with my youth group. Yes, I know this will mean that there will be no updates. I'll figure out a game or something and leave it going while I'm gone. Yeah.

Anyways, during spare Rick and I headed over to Zellers and examined headphones. With Dave's contribution as well as saved up lunch money (money that would have otherwise gone towards Coca-Cola Classic, that is to say) I had thirty-one dollars and seventy-five cents. Oh, plus about five bucks from a Zellers gift card dealy my mom found this morning and let me have. I borrowed ten bucks from Rick and got a forty dollar pair of headphones. Forty-five with tax. Wheee. I have musics again. Ah, it feels good to have them. It just wasn't normal without them. I feel...Glee. I'm so not used that feeling that I barely know how to spell it.

Anyways, then I hung out with people 'til bus showed up, and went home. They played a Barenaked Ladies song on the radio, which I sang along to, and then Superman's Song, by...The Crash Test Dummies, I think. Good song. Eric and I sung along with that, too.

Genericness.

Watched tv.

Read book.

Dinner.

After dinner, I decided to go for a walk. I went to the school, but then found people there so continued walking. It was the group from the trailor, minus Alyssa apparently. But I didn't know that, and I figured she was there, and I didn't much feel like dealing with her, so I kept walking. Only stayed in the area for a few minutes, then I left to go to another nearby park. I was only there for about ten minutes before a van showed up and unleashed a plague of children on the park, so I left and went back to the school but sat in a different place. Eventually the group from over yonder walked by, and I noted that there was no Alyssa. Well, there was one, but not the one that seems to now hate me. As they walked by, I called Justin over and then spoke with him for a while about a variety of things. Then we set off to meet other people, met up again with the Alyssa that does not hate me, and then met Elyshia(sp?) from my bus, as well as Justin's lady-friend.

We walked around for a while and started leading people home when problems ensued with Justin's lady-friend's parents stopping and bitching at her about something. It felt very akward to just be standing there and not having any idea what was going on. I got a better picture as the night progressed. We walked Elyshia and Justin's lady-friend home, as they were both staying with the formerly mentioned name. Then Justin, The Alyssa That Doesn't Hate Me, and I began to walk TATDHM (see just capitalized letters) home, and we talked about a variety of things again. Then she got home, and Justin and I walked back towards our houses, his being on the way to mine. So we parted ways and I headed back to my place to watch House. God I love House.

That has been my day. I apologize for the lack of ninja attacks.

Huh. I was starting to get worried over a lack of posting over at Miss Slow's Blog, my just-married reader from Singapore, before I reread the post and saw that she was supposed to get back yesterday, and as she just returned from her honeymoon, I do not find it odd that she has not taken the time to post yet. Yeah. Just saying, not sure why.

There's probably other stuff for me to say, but I'm not sure what to say.

Oh, I created an video game analogy tonight that I rather like. Regarding the way I feel around Alyssa. Right, have you ever played The Sims or The Sims 2? Ever had your character go into a room with spilled water or urine or garbage or all three of them, and have their mood just shoot down from good to horrible? That's how Alyssa makes me feel. And right now, I feel fucking brilliant for managing YET ANOTHER video game analogy. Yee-haw!

And you know what? Fuck you, Bob. That's right. I still hate you. I never saw your face, I never spoke to you, but I hate you with all of the wrath that I possess. And as a teenager with a lot of issues an bottled-up anger, that's a lot of wrath.

What would I do to Bob if I had the chance, you ask?

First I'd make sure he couldn't get away. I'd break his knees. Or maybe cut the tendons in the back of his foot. He'd find it difficult to move then, ho ho! Then I'd spend a long, long time torturing him. Slowly breaking every one of his fingers, his toes, then moving up to his hands and all that. I'd also use fire and glass and pour liquids into open wounds and anything I can think of that would hurt him. Mind you, while I'd be doing this, I'd be berating him, so I would be breaking him mentally as well. And I'd play a really annoying song in the background during the entire thing. Not sure what song. I'd break that fucker good. Then I'd put him in a coma. I'd pray that he was having nightmares during the coma, but that's about all I could do from there. Though first I'd cut out his tongue and probably got off his fingers so he couldn't rat me out after.

Well, if the authorities ever found my blog, I guess I'd be caught. But I don't really have any intention of ever doing these things. Just a pleasant thought to help me get through the day.

When all was said and done, I'd ask Bob if she was really worth it.

(trust me, she wasn't.)

So yeah.

Oh my! Oh me! Oh my!

I didn't know they were making a D&D RTS game! :D

For those of you that are stupid, that's Dungeons and Dragons Real Time Strategy game. Real Time Strategy being Age of Empire style, commanding armies and being tactical and all that uberfun shit.

BEHOLD!

I love you, Wizards of the Coast.

And OH YES!

Ha ha, the villians of Spiderman 3 were accidentally leaked! Kirsten Dunst was quoted as saying "We have really great people though as the villains in this film, Thomas Haden Church and Topher Grace -- Venom and Sandman." She added, "Maybe I wasn't supposed to say that."

I mean, we all knew that Venom was coming, but CONFIRMATION, BABY! And Sandman? I don't remember him so much. Oh well. Freakin' VENOM. The single coolest Spiderman villian of all time. And not always a villian, too. Carnage was far more evil.

Venom! w00t!

Ah, that made my day...Oh man, that's pathetic. I seriously need a girlfriend. But for now I'll settle for the fact that I know I'll be seeing a kickass Venom in the next Spiderman movie. And they simply cannot mess this up. Because Venom is a fan favourite. Hell, he's a playable character in the newest Spiderman game. They know that if they fuck this up, they're dead. Like, not just their careers, but them. They'll be destroyed by kamikaze fanboys. Like me.

Venom. <3

D&D RTS game. <3

And House. <3

I think I should probably sleep now. I didn't sleep so well last night. I remember having a really long and really fucked up dream about some sort of trial. And then the person on trial died, but we kept going anyway to like...Try to clear his name or whathaveyou.

Oh, and if you haven't, I encourage you to check out the blog of Trevor Record. He's just brilliant. If I talk to you about blogs that aren't mine at all, I'll have mentioned this one to you. He's big on the lists, and his latest one entertains me so.

LINKAGE!

And while we're linking...

Nate Hearts Seth.

Oh, and I've convinced Kate to add a 'Read Nate's Blog!' to her screen name. I suggest that everybody else does this as well. I'm crazy on readership these days. 23 hits a day, wheee! That's big for me. And this blog is quickly becoming my life. Now if only I could make a living by bitching about things...

Oh well..

Sleep time is now.

Until next time,
Don't mind me, I'm just doing my taxes.
~Kataron

Que Sere Sera

I should print of a week's worth of blog entries at a time and try to pass it off as some sort of newsletter, a paper of some sort. That'd be swell. But I offend far too many people in here to be passing around a print-off of my rants around school. I'm pretty sure the school board already hates me.

But then again, they haven't mentioned anything to me lately. Maybe I'm not naming names enough.

Is this thing on? Meh. I don't think they care anymore, now that I'm not advertising on post-it's. So they can all kiss my shiny metal ass.

NEW HEADPHONES!

It's about fucking time. I've had to go without my music for far too long. I've had to listen to fools and imbeciles for far too long, all because I had no refuge in music. Now I do. Booyah.

Maybe I'll go for a walk tonight. I haven't done that in a while. I don't like walking by that damn trailor where all those damn kids are. I'll go another route, but they don't always stay in one place. Damn kids.

I haven't even spoken to Alyssa in days. I think she blocked me. *shrug*

I love this song. If I should ever get married, I want this played at my wedding. This, or 'Eyes On Me' by Faye Wong. The song I'm currently listening to is 'The Wedding' from Final Fantasy Six.

Umm...This isn't my normal post for the day. I just happen to be on earlier than I usually am, so I figured I'd blog a bit. God I'm lonely.

I have runes all over my arm warding off Fire, Ice, Lightning, Blind, and Paralysis.

Gah, I need a girlfriend. But I'm so bad at asking girls out. Damn that complete lack of confidence.

Oh no, a trio of Mexican Wrestler Midgets!

*rushes off to fight 'em*

Until next time,
Dude. You just got molested by a windmill.
~Kataron

End Of The World

SHAZAM!

How's that for an opening? Yeah.

So, my day. It started out very...Wet. It was raining something fierce. As I don't own a raincoat, the only option that I had had until recently was an umbrella. Then my brother took it somewhere and somebody ran over it with a bike. So it's not really an option anymore. So I walked without a coat, without an umbrella, without any protection from the accursed sky-water that rained down from above. Damn you, sky-water.

And then Eric and I were the only people that walked to the bus stop. Everybody else got a fucking ride. What the fuck. You do NOT get a fucking ride to the fucking bus stop. If you're going to go to the bus stop, you fucking walk. You're going to be riding the rest of the way anyway, you might as well get a bit of fucking exercise, you lazy cock-bites. If you can't stand the elements, then JUST FUCKING DIE. Okay? OKAY?!

Sorry, that's just been irritating me since grade nine. Goddamn sissies with their rides to the bus stop. If you're going to get a ride, get a ride to school, not to the fucking bus stop. Fucking pansies.

Ahem.

Then generic morning things, drinking Coke, freaking out over things, talking with people.

Then during math, I pretty much just copied Elven histories from a few torn out sheets of paper from an old notebook, into a new notebook that I have set aside entirely for the design of the world of Kataron. I'm fine with histories. I enjoy doing histories. I enjoy creating Gods and Magics and entire civilizations. What I can't stand, is maps. Fucking maps. Also names. I can't write good names. I can write funny names, but never good names. I am NOT GOOD with names. Names + Maps = Bad. Histories + Creative Writings = Good.

Anyways, that's what I did during first period. Most of second, too.

Then lunch. At the start, it was just Jared and I hanging out under the stairs. I convinced him to come outside for a few minutes after he got food from the food place, and on the way out we bumped into Bitty. Well, that's what people seem to call her, anyway. Short for Brittany, if'n I'm not mistaken. Yes. Anyways, we ended up hanging around and talking with her and then Katelyn (bah, stupid multi-spelling names. I probably got it wrong. *shakes fist*) showed up and we all hung out and talked for a while, blocking part of the hall. 'cause we're cool enough to do that. Other people came and went randomly, but it was mostly just the four of us. Then we went back to under the stairs where I supplied people with Coke. Then the bell rang, and we hurried off to Writer's Craft. All in all, a very enjoyable lunch.

At the beginning of Writer's Craft, we were told to find somebody that we didn't know, and sit next to them. I ended up beside a girl named Courtney(I assume this spelling is correct) whom I had now known before Writer's Craft. So yeah, the class went pretty much the same as usual, until a series of well-trained ninjas burst into the room and attacked me. I fought them off one by one until only their leader remained. The first three had been easy, I dispatched them with a few quick motions of my dual daggers (which appear and disappear as needed. Neat!), and their bodies dissolved before they hit the floor.

The rest of the class had retreated to the back of the room. The door to the classroom seemed to be sealed with a glittering red force field, and nobody could escape. Same with the windows. The Ninja Leader jumped on the first desk in the middle row, with me standing about three seats back. I jumped on the desk in front of me, and held my daggers in a defensive position. He was the Ninja. He was the one with the sword. The first attack would be his. Not like with the three previous ninjas. He rushed towards me, and sliced his sword in a long arc. I did not try to parry, but instead ducked and rolled into the air to the side, barely landing on the desk to my left. The Ninja paused and looked to the side at me, still holding his blade before him. He was now prepared to assume a defensive position, assuming that I would make the next strike. I indulged him. I jumped up and brought my two daggers down at him in two different places. He would either block one and be hit by the other, try to knock me out of the air, or all-out dodge. Or so I thought. In a movement that could only be described as a blur, he disarmed me of both of my daggers and thrust his sword into my shoulder. I was taken aback. How had he moved so quickly? I could only speculate. He was a ninja, after all. They kick all sorts of ass.

He released the sword as I fell backwards, pushing desks aside with my body as I crashed into the floor. In another smooth motion, the Ninja swept forward and withdrew his sword from my shoulder. A gush of blood came up as the sword slid out of my skin, and I instinctively grasped my shoulder with my hand. Good thing it had been my left shoulder. The right would have made it more difficult for me to use my right arm, which is what I would need to defeat this menace. The Ninja moved onto the desk in front me me, as I lay sideways in the isle, clutching my bleeding shoulder. He looked down on me, his eyes cold emotionless. He was waiting to see what I would do next. He could kill me at any time.

It was then that I remembered that the rest of the class was watching me from the back of the room. I had not heard the assorted gasps and sounds of disbelief and horror that they had made, as I was too busy being, you know, stabbed. But there was nothing they could do for me. None of them could stand up against the Ninja.

He continued to glare down at me with his cold, narrow eyes. I continued to bleed. I tilted my head slightly and spotted one of my daggers laying nearby on the floor. But if I went for it, the Ninja would strike me down in an instant. I looked back to the class, more specifically at Jared. I needed him to make a distraction. I needed him to do something, something to draw the Ninja's attention away, if even just for a moment. He seemed to catch on. He slowly crept towards the other dagger, which had fallen somewhere behind where the Ninja currently stood. The Ninja heard him move, and shifted his eyes for just a split-second, but it was enough. I kicked the desk under him, and rolled towards the dagger. I grabbed it with my right hand and quickly got to my knees. By this time, the Ninja had recovered and was now kneeling over a desk next to the one I had kicked. His eyes were on me again, and his sword still in hand. But now at least I had my dagger. He lunged at me, tired of waiting to see what I would do. Tired of this fight. And without me, nobody else in the class could hope to stand against him. He swung his blade above him and began to bring it down, preparing to slice me in half. I waited until the Ninja was sure I was done for. Then I grabbed a chair and threw it up at him, causing him to slice down prematurely. The blade cut the plastic chair clean in half, but now the attack was foiled. This was my chance. Perhaps it would be my only chance. I brought my dagger up, clutching it with both hands. The Ninja did not have a chance to counter the attack. His sword was already down, from the attack on the chair, and now could not touch me. He tried to dodge to the side, but I adjusted as I brought my blade upwards. The dagger entered into the side of the neck, between the jaw and the neck. I released the blade as soon as I had plunged it's full length into the Ninja, and rolled backwards. Sometimes they tried to attack while dying. One last attempt. This one did not. He stood for a moment, then teetered to the side. Then he collapsed to his knees. He looked up at me, weakly. His eyes were no longer so cold and emotionless. I could see one emotion in his eyes. Fear. Fear of what was in store for him now that he was slain. I pitied him, but only for an instant. This man had tried to kill me for virtually no reason. And now I had killed him. The body began to fall to the floor, but it dissolved into a dim red light moments before it hit the ground.

The blood around the room faded into nothingness. The force field covering the door disappeared. My classmates looked at me, unsure of what to say. Unsure of what had happened. I knew this was only temporary. I slumped over slightly, and leaned on a nearby desk for support. People began to move towards me. I didn't bother to acknowledge their words. It wouldn't matter anyway.

A bright flash of light.

I was back in my desk. I looked around, and everybody else was back in theirs. The teacher was talking. The desks were back in place. Nobody remembered what had happened. My shoulder was healed, the blood on my shirt cleaned. My shoulder still issued a dull, throbbing pain. But the wound was gone, the blood was gone. Nothing to show that there had ever been a wound there except for the pain. Oh, the pain. I somehow knew that the Ninja's sword was now mine. I could now use it as I used the daggers, bringing them into existence when I needed them. I set my attention back to the lesson, but it was difficult to concentrate.

Fuck, my shoulder hurt.

...

Umm..Yeah. That was Writer's Craft. Fuck you, that's how it happened. I don't care what you people think.

Then spare, hung out with Rick.

Caught the bus home. Had to piss for the entire ride. Held it in.

Watched tv.

Had dinner.

Read book.

Bothered brother.

Covered large bouncy ball with glyphs of warding for fire, lightning, ice, blind, paralysis, and energy drain. Yeah.

Then came down here and started with this.

You know what bugs me? Nicknames. I dunno. I just don't like nicknames. Well, unless it's a clear short form of the name. Like Nate from Nathaniel. Steve from Steven. Eddy from Edenvyrd. But...I don't like nicknames that aren't clear in their origins. I don't feel comfortable saying them. I never have. Unless I named them that before having known their name. If I had done that, then sure, I could call them that. But I don't like taking somebody else's nickname and using it. Something I didn't come up with, something that's origins are not clear to me. Even if the origins are explained, I do not feel comfortable with that. It feels like I shouldn't be saying it. It's somebody else's, it's not right for me to say it.

Damn nicknames.

And you know what I don't get? Why do I find loads of toilet paper in toilets? For the amount of this that was in the toilet under the toilet paper, there was nowhere near that much need for wiping. Just...Clumps of it.

Why? What are you trying to accomplish? Are you trying to clog the toilet? Doesn't work. I've seen an awful lot of toilets with this much stuff in them. They always flush. Always. So if not that, then why? Surely you're not using that much toilet paper. I mean, ther's no way. That's just madness. So...Are you trying to fight the system? Piss everybody off by ridding the stall of toilet paper? Yeah, you wanna do that, then just fucking take it. I mean, today there was still about half the toilet paper on the wall.

So...Why?

I'm not even asking in a mocking tone anymore, I just don't understand. Why? Would would you do this? What are you accomplishing, what are you gaining?

WHY?

Umm...I think I'm about done for tonight. I hope you enjoyed the fight, I hadn't been planning it when I started this post.

Oh, and I'm now averaging 21 hits a day. BOOYAH!

Edit: Oh, and in all the Ninja-fighting action, I forgot to mention something. Dave gave me fifteen bucks today for the headphone fund. I feel that such actions definately constitute mention on this blog. You rock, dude!

Until next time,
Let's roll up to maaaaaake, a single star, in the skyyyyyyyy.
~Kataron

Forever Young

I have accomplished so very little this weekend...

Ah, good times. I ended up going to bed (love seat, technically) around five in the morning. I elected to leave my computer running in the background, shuffling through my seven-hundred and some-odd songs with a low volume. Maybe not such a good idea. I woke up a few random times to a few random songs, and it became too much when 'Barbie Girl' by Aqua came on. So I got up and turned it off. Then promptly went back to sleep. Got up for good around noonish. Though I should make it clear that I did not sleep for the entire period between five in the morning and noon. No, far from it. Sleeping in my living room is never comfortable. We have an iguana, you see. In a large cage in one corner of the room. Being as how they're cold-blooded or whatever, it needs it's light on at all time. So I had to deal with an uncomfortable sleeping device, and a light that I couldn't turn off.

Anyways, I got up. I tidied some. I mean, the living room was a horrible mess. Over a dozen pop cans randomly strewn about the floor, bowls, plates, pizza boxes, not all empty, lying anywhere that was convenient at the time, and misplaced furniture. So I tidied up.

Then I watched a couple movies. The Shining was on, but I only watched the first hour or so. It was like...three and a half hours. I do NOT have the attention span for that.

Then I was playing video games in my room.

Then other assorted random and unimportant things happened, I bathed, and then I sat down here.

God dammit, I hate celebrities. And I hate the people that read stupid tabloids and keep track of celebrities. I hate the tabloids, and I hate the people that write for them.

It's all so fucking stupid. Why should we give a fuck how they're living their lives? Is your own life THAT pathetic, that you need to read about the personal lives of others? Like...I blog every goddamn day. And even -I- think that's pathetic. That's pretty bad.

I don't understand why people feel that it's their business to know what's going on with celebrities. Who they're dating, what they're doing, all of their nasty little habit. Who's getting fat, who's being a slut, who gives a shit? I sure as hell don't. I couldn't care less if every celebrity in Hollywood was snorting crack through their asses while fornicating with strangers and breaking up with their partners.

Get a fucking life, people.

Danananana I need something else to bitch about.

Ah...Yes, I still need to work on that whole t-shirt thing. I'm just so lazy. I tried to talk to Andrew at the youth group about it, as we now sell t-shirts of the youth group, but I believe that he just told me that Gord had handled it. So I could try to get in touch with him, I guess. But that sounds like an awful lot of effort.

Or I could try to talk to a band or something. I mean, at most shows, the bands sell t-shirts and junk, right? So were I to try to get into touch with one of them, I could then see where they get their t-shirts, how much they cost, what options one gets with t-shirts, etc.

Anybody that knows anything about having t-shirts printed up, please give me any information you may have. If I can't advertise my blog through randomly placed post-it notes, then I'm going to advertise through t-shirts. I wanna write up some more post-it's anyway, and give them to people. Provided that they agree NOT to place them on the walls or any shit like that, I'd rather not get bitched at again.

But I like advertising for my blog. I like having readers. I like thinking that maybe my opinion matters to somebody, somewhere out there.

I'm averaging 19 hits a day now. Just got my 600th hit. And that's only since I started keeping track. Ohhhh yeah.

Though on weekends I tend to run out of conversation topics.

Do YOU have anything that's bugging you? People, media, society in general? Want me to bitch about it, and state my opinion until I'm blue in the face, and pretend that people care? Want me to make amusing commentary?

All of my readers may consider themselves free to suggest any topics for discussion. And I'll talk about pretty much anything.

And if I don't know much about the topic? Then I'll make some shit up.

And should my readers have any curiousities about Kataron himself, then feel free to ask! I can answer any sorts of questions you have of me. This could help new readers figure out what kinda of crazy person I am, and if anybody else is just wondering something, then ask.

Plus it'll make you feel like I care about you, my readers. :)

Dum DA DUM DUM DEEEEE.

Halloween is coming up. Here's the question, what should I be? Well, I don't really think I'm going out and doing anything for it. Unless an offer comes up that sounds good. But still, I want to look cool at school. Whoa, three of those words in that sentence sounded the same. Kuh-reeeepy. Anyways, I'm open to suggestions.

Yep.

Umm...I think that's about it for tonight.

If I have anything else to say, I shall make a supplementary post, but don't count on it.

Until next time,
What happened after that was NOT my responsibility.
~Kataron

Final Distance

So, it's four in the morning. Well, four oh nine by the Blogger clock. Four twelve by my compy clock. And...Huh, four oh nine by my watch.

By a vote of two to one, it's four oh nine!

*holds for applause*

...No? Fine. Be that way. HUMPH.

Anyways, I'm havin' a pretty good night. I mean, aside from the depression. But I'm kinda getting used to that. Man, that's a fucked up state to be in, eh? Getting so depressed that even minor depression almost seems like happiness. Woo.

*stretches*

Movies are good. Just finished watchin' Garden State. And Finding Neverland was on earlier. Nate <3 Johnny Depp.

But man, Garden State was good. I mean, I had heard good things. And they were like...You know, right.

Made me think about a lot of stuff. But then again, what doesn't?

And it made me feel lonely. Movies do that a lot. Because movies tend to have relationships between characters in them. I like it when one of them dies at the end and the other's all sad. Then I think 'HA! Now you've got nobody! Now you know what it's like to be Nate!' but yeah.

God I'm lonely. Yeah, you know what I want? I want somebody that'll care about me, and that'll hold me, and all that stuff. I wants me a lady-friend. I want to feel special.

And I want to feel special being me. You know? I mean, I've always felt like I've adopted different personalities depending on who I'm interested in. Like, not entirely new, but...Not me. And that's just. That's irritating.

But yeah. I want to feel special being me. I want to feel appreciated. I want to feel happy.

The last one, I don't so much see happening. Since I'm all depressed and stuff. But I guess we'll see.

Maybe I should get therapy. I have that option, I think. But will it help? I dunno. Maybe. Maybe they'll put me on drugs that'll make me not depressed. Anti-Depressants, as it were.

But fucked if I wanna get stuck with those things. The Bitch was on those things. And she'd regularly just go off them. And then be all depressed and hurt herself and shit and I'd be like 'GAH!' just like that.

Wow. My mind is just jumping all over the place.

It's like...A combination of both caffeine and the fact that it's now four twenty in the morning. I'm considering pulling an all-nighter, but somehow doubt that I'd be able to entertain myself all night. But I'm not gonna go to bed. I'll probably just crash on the love seat. That's not very comfortable, so hopefully I'll be up at a decent time and able to play games and watch movies and all that other shit that it is that I do.

You know what I find kinda amusing? I used to have like...over half a dozen readers of my hidden blog. I mean, I had given the url to a few people. Now I've got...Two. Two, I think. I changed the url a while back, as I often do, and then nobody asked me for it again. Yeah.

And no, if I didn't give you the url before, I probably still won't. DAVE/ERIC/RICK/GREG/SOMEOTHERPEOPLEPROBABLY. You probably don't wanna read it anyway.

Let's fight. You and me.

Ah, fuck it. I give up. No, wait! CRAP. I just lost by default of the givin' up. You've won this round, you bastard reader. But the war shall be mine!

Aaaaaaaand FOCUS!

...Am I focused? Uhh...Nah, not really. Dang.

Dammit, I can't stop thinking about the ladies. Well, less plural. How does one woo a lady? I've never been good at that.

See, that's what I like about video game woo'ing. I mean, I just give them shit. And then they like me. I don't even need to buy it. I just grab some shit off the ground and give it to them and maybe they'll like it. Then I read their diaries and judge by the number of hearts next to me name just HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT ME. See, now that's simple. That's easy. That works for me. Not only is gift-giving a piece of cake, but I also have a way to gauge how she feels about me, so I don't go and say something stupid and make a fool of myself and ruin my chances. And that's why video games kick ass.

So yeah. I'm willing to take advice on how to woo the ladies. For those of you that know name, no using it in comment. Or...A Flying Pickle shall make you it's bitch.

Fear!

Umm...I think I'm gonna go randomly surf the net for a while, post on my other blog, maybe post on ANOTHER BLOG, and then maybe nap. For a while.

Until next time,
I have no idea what the fuck you just said. But it sounded deep. You know, from like...The tone of your voice. And your solemn face. And...Your eyes. They're like...Piercing. And stuff. And that one word you used? Yeah, I forget what it was. But it sounded DEEP.
~Kataron

Simple And Clean

Yo ho ho, sports fans.

Man, if blogging WAS a sport, I'd be pretty good at it. Successfully maintaining two completely different and independant blogs, along with a couple other random ones.

Booyah.

You know what else should be a sport? Masturbation. That's right, I said it. I'd be given freakin' medals for that. But I'll stop on this topic before I fill your tiny heads with images you don't want.

Yeah.

I feel bitchy.

I think it's from watching a bunch of Foamy just now...It had been a while. Man that's one hilarious squirrel.

It made me want to bitch about something, but I can't seem to find a topic. DAMMIT!

So yeah. My parents left today, to be back tomorrow, and left me a small sum of money with which to entertain myself. I wandered off, rented two movies and a game, and bought a 24-pack of Coke. I think about half the pack is left now. And I've watched both the movies and played the game for a while.

What movies, you ask? Mind Hunters, and From Hell. From Hell being my Johnny Depp fix, and Mind Hunters starring Jonny Lee Miller. Damn, I don't like spelling the name like that. But that's how it was spelled on a site where I looked up movie info about it. I'm too lazy to check it's accuracy.

Mind Hunters was FUCKING AWESOME. I didn't expect what happened AT ALL. It was...Wow. So cleverly written. Eric and I had a lot of fun watching it.

And I watched From Hell tonight with James. About Jack The Ripper. Good stuff.

I'm pretty sure I could be a serial killer. Well, if I could get over the initial shock of actually killing somebody, that is. I've always enjoyed watching CSI and watching how they find that stuff. So I'd leave something behing that's just completely crazy. Like..A block of cheese, with a face drawn on it. Sure, why not? Let's see 'em figure that one out. Ohhh yeah.

It'd be interesting, anyway. So, not much in the gaming front these days...I just checked Evil Avatar to see if maybe something interesting had happened that I could bitch about. You know, Jack Thompson somehow managing to stick his head even further up his ass, stuff like that.

All I've got is something that's not exactly new, but it's been happening in the last week or two in World of Warcraft. So, there's this instance (quest-thingy) where a boss has a power that gives characters a status ailment that's a disease, taking away their health. And it's contagious. OH YES. So somehow, the disease worked it's way back to the normal towns, and it was killing weaker characters left right and center. I think it's fucking hilarious.

...Yeah, that's just about all I have to say about it. Fucking hilarious.

As I mentioned in my last post, I want to be more confident. I'm not sure how to go around this. James says to just be more open or something. But I'm not a very open person. Well, not unless I'm wired off my ass on something or other. And even then, I'm only open to a certain extent.

I think I'm gonna go play video games now. Maybe I'll post again later, if I feel like it.

Until next time,
Turns out his weakness was bullets.
~Kataron

Easy Breezy

And now we come to the end of all things.

Well, not really. But I thought that seemed to be a dramatic way to start the post. Did it work? Were you DRAMATIZED as you started reading? ...No? Dang.

Average day again.

In the morning, I got wired off my ass and wasn't quite sure what to make of anything. Walking around with my uncapped syrup bottle in one hand and an open 2L bottle of Coke in the other. Goooood stuff.

Apparently I'm supposed to off somebody who fancies himself as God. Well, not off him, per se, but fight him. God vs. God. IT'S ON, BIZATCH!

...I'm pretty sure I could be somebody up if I really wanted to. Yeah. I have a lot of pent up anger, you know? The kind that's going to one day just POUR OUT much to the chagrin of anybody who happens to be around me at the time. That's right. I just used the word chagrin in a sentence. What does it mean? Did I spell it right? I just don't know. But it seemed right. So I used it! Take that!

But yeah. I could probably beat somebody up. I mean...Well, I guess I don't really have much of a tolerance for pain, unless it's...Well, self-inflicted. I like that kind. But not so much being punched and stuff. I like being able to control my level of pain, you know? But I could probably stand it if I was fighting somebody. But I've never really been in a fight.

Odd, isn't it? ME, never having been in a real fight. I mean, I'm a very angry guy. And offensive. I guess the closest I ever really came to fighting somebody was at the After Party, after prom. Man I was pissed off. I was ready to fight Ian, but then people suddenly started sobering up and preventing the fight. Probably a good thing, too. He's a big strong motherfucker, he could have kicked my ass. My only hope would have been an early knockout, before he could hurt me enough to...well, hurt me. If I could take him down fast, if I could have somehow taken advantage of the fact that he was completely wasted, then maybe I coulda won. Pointless thinking now, the fight was avoided due to clever thinking on Nicky's part, and probably because I'm just so awesome.

Uhh...Where was I?

Oh yeah! My day.

Well, then I had a math test. Fucking math tests. I forgot transformations completely, since I haven't bothered to take any notes since the class started. I've managed to remember most of it, but transformations have slipped my mind and not meandered back just yet. Oh well.

I think I did...okay...on the test. I mean, I don't think I did well. I know I didn't do well. But I seemed to at least remember parts of most of the questions. So yeah...I guess we'll see.

Then food and nutrition. We just kinda watched movies today. *shrug*

People talked a lot during the movies. I hate that. I mean, if you're going to chat, then please, do it in a quiet enough voice that you're not disturbing anybody. But if you're going to speak loud enough to have to be asked by the teacher multiple times to stop talking, then shut the fuck up, you stupid people. God DAMN, that's irritating.

Then lunch.

I hung out a bit under the stairs until James showed up and kindly informed me that Jared and Mitch were both in Stratford today. Which I didn't know about. *unimpressed look* So I hung around with him outside instead.

Lunch was...Interesting, to say the least. I had my ass squeezed multiple times by multiple people, and numerous people got far too close to me for my level of comfort. I didn't like that. And I was getting pushed by people, too. They seemed to find my reaction amusing, as the caffeine and sugar in my system caused me to freak out over it. Bastards.

Then Writer's Craft, where we did more free writing. And probably some other stuff.

During spare, Rick and I went over to Zellers, where he got a new game and I drooled over headphones.

I really, really want some new headphones.

And I want them before I go to the retreat next weekend. So I'm going to save up my lunch money all this week, and see if I can get donations. You see, folks, for the mere price of a single dollar, I will go a day without Coca-Cola. Yeah, that's right. This is how much I want some new freakin' headphones. I'm willing to go without Coke for them. Yep.

So if you feel like making me suffer and go without my lifeblood, then gimme some freakin' money.

You know you want to.

Yeah.

Man, I hate those stupid commercials for those dating lines or whatever. You know, the ones with the women who aren't wearing much pretend to talk on the phone while a camera tapes them. Yeah, those. So stupid...And if you ever watch an actual show where it's just the ads for the phone lines? Yeah, they just loop the same stupid shots again and again. If you actually pay attention to them, you can clearly notice the same shots being used over and over, the same facial expressions and the same stupid little actions, the same fake smiles, the same pretending to be talking. Yargh, it's irritating. And yeah, I watched one of those shows once. I was bored. And there was nothing else on tv. So I figured I'd do what I do with a lot of shows, and just analyze the shots that they used throughout the entire thing. Because my life is just that pathetic.

Oh, and there was youth group tonight. That's always fun. Dave, Eric and I hung out and did whatever it is that we do best. We talked about stuff, we chased away small ugly people, and consumed copious amounts of caffeine. We talked about the ladies, though it was mostly me talking about this subject. But oh well. And we planned for the Gong Show.

Basically, it seems to be a talent show of sorts.

If they don't like you, you get gonged off. Err...Well, if you're bad, I guess they hit a gong or something, and yeah.

Dave, Eric, and I have decided to do a Final Fantasy battle. They both do the fighting in the RPG style, while I do the music and sound effects. Yeah. It's gonna be fun.

...

If I could change one thing about myself, I would make myself more confident...I would love to be more confident. I'm one of the least confident people I know. I'm shy and reserved unless I'm wired and/or in the company of friends, and I'm horrified of social interactions. I'm always afraid I'll say the wrong thing. That's why I like to talk on here. Here, I am confident. I can say whatever I want, however I want. I can be confident in text, if not in person. Because in text, I don't have to be there, I don't have to wait for somebody to interrupt me and tell me why I'm wrong, I don't have to have the right tone, the right facial expression, I don't have to worry about my words. If I word something wrong here, I just backspace and make it all better. If I word something wrong in person, then I just end up feeling like a moron.

Yeah.

Anyways.

I downloaded a bunch of music tonight, I think I'm gonna check it out now, as my dad's going to bed.

Oh, and 'rents are going out of town tomorrow, for the night. I expect entertaining events to take place at my place of residence.

Oh! And *drooooool* over the new Serenity movie that's coming out on the 30th. ^_^ *fanboy*

Firefly was such a cool show.

Anyways, I'm done.

Until next time,
No, Billy! Not that! Anything but that!
~Kataron

It Takes Some Time

Hey hey.

Kataron here. Why is it that's so hard to get about that name, anyway? People ask me who I am, I say Kataron. I am Kataron. I may also be Nate, but I'm Kataron too. And fuck you everbody that thinks it's a girly name. I'll fucking cut you.

I remember a while back, on some shitty-ass forum that I got Greg into at the time for debating (and don't think that by me saying 'some shitty-ass forum' that I don't remember exactly what it was. Oh, I remember. But I wish I didn't.), Greg decided to call me 'Kata' because he thought Kat sounded a little too feminine. Feh, call me Kat. Everybody else does. Kataron can take too long to say. Just like Edenvyrd. That's why I call him Eddie. See? It works.

Anyways.

My day, you ask? Generic as always. Hung out with peoples before class. I've been hanging out with Colleen and the gang. They are 'and the gang' because I can't be bothered to remember all of their names right now. Well, type them anyways. I remember most of them. I think...Anyways, yeah. They seem to be an interesting group, to say the least. I am always entertained there.

During first period, I just worked on a project for Writer's Craft that was due third. The excuses one. I was planning on working it last night, but that didn't end up happening. I went out to go for a walk and work on that, and I ended up hanging out with people and then eventually arguing with one of them later in the night. Fun, fun. Didn't much feel like working after that.

So I did it all today. I had all but fifteen of the excuses done, so I copied most of them out onto a template that I set up over nine pages in my notebook. I got about half of them done by the time that period was over, and carried the work on into my next class.

During Food and Nutrition, we ended up in the computer lab. Alas, I had neither my student card nor my timetable, so I could not log in under me. Yet hope remained! The computer I was on did not have a Novell login, so a simple cancel was all it took to have full access. Not that there was all that much I could do. I basically had internet access, but a teacher that was going around the room regularly, so I couldn't do much with it. I just watched the guy next to me, and we decided to enter in my food information.

To put it in layman's terms, I'm fucked.

Oh, god dammit. Firefox just crashed and I just lost everything I did after this point in the post.

And I had started to type up my Valedictorian speech dealy. I don't feel like retyping it all, so I'm afraid you have to wait another day or two before I'm motivated enough to put it back up again.

Yeah.

So where was I? Oh yeah. Lunch.

I took this opportunity to finish my WC project, and question people as to whether they preferred Coke or Pepsi. Mixed responses, and a bunch of neithers.

Then there was Writer's Craft. Umm...We handed a bunch of stuff in. And then read the Goguen Files. Oh, how I love the Goguen files. Mitch is awesome. After that, we did something involving the worst sentence to start a book ever. 'twas fun.

Then during El Spare, Rick, Jon/John/whicheverspellingheuses hung out under the stairs and talked about video games and other important things. Good times.

*takes sip of drink*

Hey, this stuff isn't bad. It's...Uhh...Crystal Light stuff. Or something. Some powder that you put in water and it makes it change colour and flavours it. But it's like...not unhealthy. It's Ms. Tremblay's substitute for Coke, apparently. She's trying to get ME off Coke, so she gave me a packet. It's pretty good. Very rasberry-y. I was thirsty and didn't want Coke, 'cause it's too late for that. I had a sleepless enough night LAST night, I don't need another one. Though, last night it was for reasons other than caffeine.

Yeah.

Anywho.

Jared forgot his Casebook On Existentialism(sp?) under the stairs after lunch today. I picked it up during last period and I had hoped that I'd see him before the end of the day, but I'm guessing he caught an early bus, 'cause he didn't come out to the front of the school. Oh well. I was reading it out loud on the bus today 'cause my brother was annoying me. It's kinda depressing, actually. And fuck, does the author ever use a lot of big words. I'd quote some, but the book's in my room. Gotta remember to bring that tomorrow.

You know what? Personal hygiene is a waste of time. That's right. I went there. It's a waste of goddamn time. Our society in general is far too fucking shallow. And how much money are people spending on this stuff to make them beautiful? Urgh.

Yeah, I gave up ages ago. I'm just a lost cause. It doesn't matter what I do to my hair, it fights back.

Bah, I'm too tired to go into all the why's about why personal hygiene is a waste of time. I'll go into that tomorrow probably. So tune in then!

But for now, I'm gonna go to bed. And dream of large women.

(Note: Oh please, get the Princess Bride reference, and don't actually think that I'm going to dream about large women...)

Until next time,
Oh God, I'm so lonely! (I know, I read your blog.)
~Kataron

Compression Of Time

How different would the world be to me if I wore gloves?

I wonder.

I mean...Hi.

Yeah.

You've reached Katablog. Fuckin' right. Sit yer ass down (which there's a 86.3% chance that you've already done) and read what I have to say!

First, I shall outline my day as I remember it. In the morning, encountered Sebbi and somebody with a name that I'm not entirely sure how to spell. Do you know how many variations of the name Caitlyn there are? That's just a random guess that's probably not how you spell it, but whatever. We stood around and talked for a bit, then female left and Sebbi and I wandered over to his first period class, which is incidentally where I was going to hang out with some people anyway. So we hung around there and then I kinda forget the rest of the morning.

I assume I was in math class, but I don't distinctly remember it.

Baked a cake in food and nutrition. Get to eat it tomorrow.

Lunch was finally mine again. But I was too tired to sit around inside, so I ended up outside hanging out with people.

During Writer's Craft I read my Valedictorian speech to the class, which was a project from the other day.

My list of excuses is due tomorrow and isn't done. It's very close. I'll just finish it tomorrow before class. Yeah.

The rest of the period is a blur to me.

During spare, I ended up getting six litres of Coke, a bag of Cheetos, and I ended up listening to Matt play the same thing on his guitar over and over again for forty-five minutes. The same two notes repeated, except for a few pauses to emphasize, and the occasional temporary change.

Enough to drive an average man insane.

Let's move on.

I am not having a particularly good night. But that's a matter for my other blog.

So I'll just bitch about shit that's been pissing me off and hope that it makes me feel better.

All righty. This one goes out to a couple girls in my food and nutrition class that I can't be bothered to know the names of.

SHUT THE FUCK UP. If I'm sitting in class, trying to maybe accomplish something, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT ALL OF YOUR FUCKING PROBLEMS.

A classroom is not a suitable setting for a fucking discussion about your fucking problems, OKAY? I don't give a flying fuck how much your stupid boyfriend has been disrespecting you. And neither does anybody else in the class, except the one person you're talking to.

But if you're gonna be in a bitchy fucking mood, and talk loudly enough for EVERYBODY ELSE IN THE GODDAMN CLASS to hear it, then you should be gagged. Seriously. We don't fucking care. So shut the fuck up. If you're going to talk, you could at least keep your fucking voice down so that the other people in the class don't have to hear your every word about your stupid problems that we don't care about.

GAH! Sorry, that really pissed me off.

Gah again, I also had another big fight with Alyssa tonight. I think she may have ended our friendship. Uhh...Again. I've had so many people tell me different variations on how I'm too good for her, to good to be her friend, and all sorts of things like that. People telling me not to bother anymore. Seth put it as 'tell her to hit the road'. Maybe they're right. I just...Gah thrice. I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

Oh, it's Ben Mossman's birthday tomorrow. If you know him and see him around either in school or on MSN, wish him a happy birthday! I know he doesn't read this, but happy birthday dude.

Man I'm depressed.

I kinda wanna just go to bed now. Sleep usually makes things better.

Goodnight, folks.

And until next time,
I really do remember when I used to matter.
~Kataron

Sick And Sad.

Bah. Blogger seems to be fucking up at the moment, so I'm only going to be able to get this post up as a draft...I'll have to publish tomorrow or whathaveyou.

My day?

Average. I hung out in the morning, did Writer's Craft homework during math, did as little as possible during Food and Nutrition, the usual. We all know how I feel about work. Bakin' a cake tomorrow. Fuck yeah.

Oh, and I had my last detention today. I've made up all the time I missed for skipping those two classes on my birthday. And now I know to avoid Ms. Tremblay at all costs if and when I decide to skip a class. Not that I think I need to skip any more classes. I don't do much at all in my first two, and I wouldn't even think of skipping the third. Oh, Writer's Craft.

But yeah, last detention today. My lunch is my own again. I had...I think, Mr. Bolton as the detention teacher today. I liked the other guy last week better. He was like me. Nerdy, glasses, friendly. He was really fucking cool. We just talked about stuff all detention. I felt sad for missing the last day, because I didn't get to say goodbye to him, but I was giving blood. God, that sounds pathetic. I was sad because I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to the detention room teacher. Oh well, not much I can do now.

Mr. Bolton's detentions weren't fun at all. We just sat there in silence. One girl got sent down to the VP's office for asking another girl for a piece of paper. Well, supposedly that's what she was doing anyway. She had been warned twice about talking. But it still seemed a little bit too harsh for just asking for a piece of paper. I wasn't pleased by that.

In Writer's Craft, we were in the library. Meaning I got to hang out with people and get some more ideas for my Calender of Excuses. Now THAT's a project. Have I mentioned it on here? I don't remember. It's an excuse for being absent from class for every single day next semester. I go from having a flaming case of herpes to being kidnapped by pirates, to fighting a giant robotic president. Lincoln, to be exact. Oh yes. It's due in two days. :( I only have about ten or twenty excuses left though. Out of about ninety. Yay!

Then during spare, I just hung around with Rick and Mitch. Went to the store, bought stuff.

Got home, tried out Demon Stone, the game that Seth and Scott bought me for ma birthday. Fucking FUN.

*thumbs up*

Then I went to meet up with James, and we went over to Paul's house, where we hung out and played some pool. Tamara beat me. Bitch. It was a close game, though.

Then I hung out with James some more and talked to him about stuff, like...The Ladies. I tend to end up talking about that a lot. It was good. Then he went home and I started off to mine. But I didn't want to go home yet, so I went another way, intending to stop by the school and loiter for a while. I ended up meeting with Eric and Andrew, and discussing a bunch of things. The retreat at the end of the month is going to end up costing twenty-five dollars. The council is paying half of it, so it WOULD have been fifty bucks. Yay! This week's drop-in is dedicated to planning revenge and planning a kick-ass gong show thingy. That's...I dunno, some kind of presentation. *shrug* We ended up talking about all sorts of things. Video games, books, movies. Lots of book discussion. And I realized that I haven't seen Greg in forever. Greg, I miss you. Let's hang out.

Then I was home.

AND I MISSED HOUSE! GOD DAMMIT! I fucking love that show, and I missed the new episode :( I caught the very end of it, but...That's not enough. That's just not enough! *sniff*

Gonna have to catch it in rerun. I love that show.

So, I had a couple other things to discuss, probably.

Umm...What were they?

Meh, here's a topic. Have you ever begun to develop feelings for somebody that you don't really know in the least? It's irritating. You have no idea how they'd react to it, whether their personality type matches yours in any way, and all sorts of other things. And yes, this means that I have begun to develop feelings for a new girl. I won't comment too much about it at the moment.

I feel like the main character of Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. One line in particular rings very true to the way I feel about things. See if you can guess what it is!

I think I'm going to post some more of my Writer's Craft stuff on here soon. That's always fun. I've written some good stuff. It's such a good class. TAKE IT. NOW. DO IT. OBEY!

Dammit, I know there were things that I wanted to talk about.

Umm...I think disrespect was one of them. I think I touched on this briefly when bitching about how much kids these days suck. But I didn't go as in depth as I would have liked to.

It's not only kids that are being disrespectful little cock-bites, it's adults too. They don't respect us because we're children. Well, because they're children. I'm technically an adult now, kiddies. Muahahaha.

But I don't like seeing us younger peoples get disrespected BECAUSE we're younger. Because most of us are just kids. That pisses me off. We're not all the same, you know. Just because some younger people have been disrepectful to you doesn't mean you can generalize and treat us all like garbage.

To be honest, a lot of teachers around the school just don't respect the students. They demand respect from their students, but don't give any in return. You can all kiss my ass, you commie pinko motherfuckers. The whole school motto is Respect, it works both ways, Give it and get it, yadda yadda etc and all that bullshit, which they don't hesitate to remind us. To remind US. The students. How about you remind some of the teachers and staff that treat us like shit and don't respect us? It's fucking bullshit, is what it is. Double standards or some such phrase. It's fine for teachers to treat us with an utter lack of respect, but as soon as we don't respect back, we get in trouble. Well, I say fuck you. Fuck all of you. Fuck you teachers that don't respect students. Fuck you other staff members that don't respect students. You can all kiss my fucking ass, because there's no way you insolent cock-bites will be getting an ounce of respect from me.

That's something that's been bothering me for a while. At least since last year. I don't like that. I don't like that at all. I mean, I understand that teachers have to deal with a lot of shit, right? I know, a lot of kids these days are disrespectful little bastards. But that doesn't mean we all are. Don't generalize us. Or we'll put sugar in your gas tanks.

Or...Something.

I'm getting very tired.

*yawn*

So, some teachers seem to be concerned with my unhealthy lifestyle. Ms. St. Jean was telling me today during my spare that if I didn't have my health, I wouldn't have anything. And Ms. Tremblay seems at least semi-concerned, though she knows that she cannot get me to stop drinking Coke. She's trying to show me what she uses as a subsitute, a powder one puts in water to flavour it. She's gonna give me a thing of it to try.

You know, I seem to be a legend around school. I'm the guy that drinks all the Coke. I mean, I've heard that teachers I've never had have mentioned me in their classes. HA! I'm like...Famous. It's kinda cool. Plus people seem to know that I'm eccentric. That gives me a license to do pretty much whatever I want. I was polling people as they walked by me during my spare today. Asking them whether they preferred Coke or Pepsi. I only ended up asking two people. The first preferred Pepsi, so I told him in a loud voice to be on his way. The second was a female that prefers Coke and apparently wears attractive undergarments. How do I know this? I have my sources.

I like being a legend. NOBODY can match me in my Coke intake. Though I have kinda been drinking less then I used to drink. If I wanted to, I'd drink more. But I've also been relying on that syrup. That is some good shit.

I think I should probably sleep now.

The blogger server appears to be down, so I think I'm going to save this as a draft and try to post it tomorrow morning.

Until next time,
That one? It's a South American Squeeler. Ten points!
~Kataron

Zombies. They smell pretty bad.

New zombie post!

Now I just need to find the last zombie post.

*puts on a snorkel and dives into the archives*

In the meantime, enjoy this quote from Dave, said after I told him to get his mind out ot the gutter.

"Nate, whenever I talk to you, I have to put on a snorkel and dive into the gutter."

Ah, here's the last zombie post.

Dave:

When we last left you, you had slain the first zombie that a character had done! Yay! Well, other than Nate. But he's just the coolest dude ever, so slayin' zombies is just what he does. Booyah.

Anyways, zombie dead. You hear more gunshots coming from within the room. There's not much else I can say about this, but the details of what's going on inside will be in the next story-bit for Ryan and Jared. You're about to meet up with them. Yay!

Ryan/Jared:

Oh, you guys. I forget the details of my last post, so I'm going to assume...About three zombies. That's the kind of number I'd do. You both fire at the zombies. Most of the shots hit the chest, but two lucky shots hit two different zombies in the head. It was fast, too fast to tell who had fired the killing shots. Unfortunately, one zombie remained.

The woman sighed and calmly took aim. She fired one shot, and it pierced the zombie's head just under one of it's eyes. The zombie drops immediately, to join its two companions lying motionless on the floor.

"Not bad, boys. I've seen better, but for two kids that don't know what they're doing, not bad."

You hear a noise outside.

Greg/Rick:

Well, Rick didn't bother to post. Bastard. Lucky for him, Greg did.

Nate bows slightly and walks quickly and confidently out the door, expecting the other two to follow and keep pace. He begins to head down the street, seemingly unafraid of the possibility of zombies. As you begin to follow, you see no zombies around. They seem to have moved on. But to where?

Nate speaks.

"It's not too much further up this way, methinks. Once there, we'll decide where to go next. And maybe we'll meet up with some more people around."

Man, Nate's attractive.

Eric:

Oh my. You're...You're not that bright, are ya? Oh well. We'll see how this works out. He does have a rather good dexterity skill, if I remember correctly.

FUCK! I had just finished this post and then it fucked up when I tried to post. Recover post only got this much of it, cutting out the rest of the post. I rolled the die a few times, etc, I'll just summarize.

You take down three zombies with headshots. They collapse and don't move. You hit another in both the neck and the leg, and it goes down but continues to move and bleed heavily. The fifth and final zombie seems to be propped up against a wall, with bite marks taken out of it, as though the zombies had been eatting one of their own. It doesn't move.

Bah.

Onto normal post now, I'm running out of time. *unimpressed looks*

Days Go By

Hey, folks.

My mind is rather fucked at the moment. I'm crashing on an awful lot of caffeine, I'm still tired, and I'm hoping this entry will boost my spirits.

Yes.

Today was generic. Well, it was also International Talk Like A Pirate Day. Which was fun. I said 'yar' a lot. With a varying degree of r's. Yeah.

In first, there was a quiz of some sort. I honestly forget what it was on. I haven't taken any notes yet in the course, I'm relying on previous memory, and I have the memory retention of a rock on crack. So yeah. I gathered most of the unit from listening to the teacher explain one question to somebody else in the class this morning. But yeah. Not sure how well I did. Then I did my usual thing where I just did Writer's Craft homework for the rest of the period.

Second, I almost fell asleep a couple of times. Not 'cause it was overly boring or anything, but I was just so goddamn tired.

We're making cake tomorrow and the next day. I'm not sure which day I'll be doing it. Yeah.

Then lunch. I had a detention, but the room apparently changed and I didn't hear the announcement, so yeah. I ended up going to the office and having to serve the rest of my detention there.

So, apparently we're not supposed to do nothing in detention. I was just sitting there having nothing to do, being that I left my backpack with others 'cause I didn't think I would end up serving my detention then, and Ms. Burns comes up and hands me a phone book. The hell? Why can't I just sit there and do nothing? Why do I have to randomly flip pages in a phone book, just to look busy? It's not like I accomplish anything either way. It's a stupid system. It's a stupid fucking system.

So then I was a couple minutes late for Writer's Craft. Bah, the only goddamn class I really enjoy and I was a bit late. *shakes fist* We did an assignment where we wrote from the perspective of some randomly named character. I was Rusty 'The White Dragon' McCrae. Male porn star. Ohhhh yeah.

If I had my paper with me, I'd type out what I wrote for you guys. If I remember later, I will. I have a bunch of stuff in my notebooks that I want to type out and put on here, too...I gotta remember that.

Then there was spare, which I spent with Rick, as always. Most of this is a blur to me, but I ended up with a box of twenty-four packets of microwave popcorn. I also had a talk with Ms. Tremblay about some generic stuff. Like some powder or something that she puts in water. Makes it taste sweet and berryish, without the badness of...well, badness. Apparently I was the one that got Ms. Tremblay off Coke. NOOOO!!!! Oh well, I drink enough to make up for it. But all should drink Coke. In all her ten years or whatever number she said of teaching, she had never seen somebody drink as much Coke as I do. I'm like a freakin' legend. My Coke-Drinking ability was mentioned twice that spare. By Ms. Tremblay and by Mr. Slater.

I challenge somebody to drink as much Coke as I do. Let's have a Coke-Off. IT'S ON, BITCHES.

Then something something bus, something something chocolate cookies, and I ended up with chocolate staining my pants in a rather unpleasant area. *unimpressed look*

And yes, it was chocolate. I inspected it afterwards, to see if maybe I had somehow lost control over my bowels and shit myself, without befouling either my boxers or the inside of my pants. It was chocolate.

Then I was home...Bathed...And then I watched Sahara with my dad. I usually don't watch movies with my parents. But it was a good movie, so okay.

Then I just sorta sat around for a while.

Yeah.

So, I want to bitch about kids these days.

Let's face it, kids these days suck some serious fucking ass. Kids are so goddamn disrespectful these days. I mean, when I was much smaller, I never even swore. I didn't start swearing until I reached high school. But I've seen little kids that are nowhere near high school swearing. It's disgusting is what it is.

And kids listen to such angry music these days. Angry, angry music. Loud, screamy, angry music. I mean, I can't listen to most of it. A certain degree of screaming is acceptable, but screaming is NOT singing. There is a clear difference between these two terms. I just...I don't like bands that just scream out their lyrics. I prefer stuff like ska, where they actually sing. Or just the non-lyrical video game music. Oh, and classical, especially piano. Now THAT kind of stuff is music. All of the heavy music that the kids are listening to these days just scares me.

And don't get me started on rap. Rap is shit. Have you ever listened to the lyrics of a rap 'song'? That is some fucked up shit. Especially when you've got morons like Eminem out there, comparing their wangs to slinkies in their 'songs'. In case you can't tell, I don't really consider rap to be music. It's just ass.

Kids these days are so goddamn disrespectful. They don't respect anybody.

I mean, I can understand not giving respect to some people. If they don't respect you, then by all means, don't respect them right back. But at least give them the benefit of the doubt, and don't start off by being rude and disrespectful. That's just fucked up. And I've seen a lot of kids that just start out being pissy with everybody. Fucking kids.

And probably some other rantiness...I kinda forgot where I was going.

I'm always amused when people I don't know read my blog. It just entertains me. Because I have friends that don't seem to find the time to read it, and yet strangers do.

Though I've received comments on how long my posts are. Bah, I just usually have a lot to say. And my opinion is the only one that matters, so you'd all better goddamn listen up. And everybody that reads, feel free to comment. I always like comments as long as they aren't STUPID SPAMMER BASTARDS.

Oh right...I was supposed to do a new zombie post tonight. Oops. For those of you who don't know, I also run a zombie game off this blog. I take the role of the Dungeon Master (Or the Zombie Master, in my case) and control the surrounding area, as well as all of the zombies. The players, the pawns in my little game, are the people that comment.

They can run, fight, interact with each other, or just get eaten. It's fun. There hasn't been a new post in a while 'cause I'm a lazy bastard and I wasn't sure if everybody had gotten around to commenting yet. So I'm gonna do another one tomorrow night, regardless of who has or has not commented.

Ooo, Mind Hunters is coming out on DVD soon. Starring Jonny Lee Miller. I do so love him. Jared and I were gonna go see it in theatres, but we were easily distracted. So when it comes out, I shall rent it, and watch it, and love it. It's a group of trainees of a pyschological profiling unit that are forced to the realization that one of them is a killer or something. I kinda forget. It's during a training thing. It looked really cool. And I mean, that actor? Sealed the deal. I do love him so. Ever since he played Dade Murphy in Hackers.

You know, I could compile a book of sayings. Like...Those cool ones with the fancy name. Idioms or something. I forget the spelling.

Check it out:

*ahem*

Do not stick your wang in a toaster.

Eh? EH?!

Yeah. I know, I'm a freakin' genius.

Yeah. I came up with that one while hanging out with Scott during a break in the show on Saturday. It's brilliant.

What else do I have to talk about...?

Well, I don't think I've damned Bob to hell for a while.

DAMN YOU, BOB! DAMN YOU TO HELL, YOU DIRTY UGLY TEXAN SONOFABITCH!

I don't care what anybody thinks, me hunting him down and killing him would make a damn fine reality tv show.

So, James broke his wrist. Ouch! I signed his cast. And lent him some sharpies so others could sign it. But I signed first! Now his cast proudly proclaims that 'Nate Kicks Ass'. Why I wrote that, I don't really know. It seemed appropriate. Plus the fact that it's so goddamn true!

Yeah. I think I'm gonna end this now and go to bed.

Damn time stamp that always says the time is when I startd the post...It's pretty much exactly two hours after the time it says there. 'cause I'm cool.

And keep in mind that EVERYTHING I do, I do for a reason. No matter how small or insignificant. There's always reasoning behind it. 'cause I'm cool like that. Yeah. Nothing is coincidence! Fight the power!

Oh, and here's another general screw you to the school board. Kiss my ass.

Sleep!

Until next time,
Man, I'd hate to be a UPS guy. Damn creepy brown short-shorts. Seriously. They scare me.
~Kataron

Mad World

But not the normal version of Mad World. OH NOW. A crazy-cool Metal-y version of it that was totally cool.

Oh, for those of you that are Sebbi, and haven't caught on yet, my blog posts are named after songs I'm currently listening to. Well, I wasn't listening to the last songpostname, but apparently that was the name of one of the songs that was played at the show we went to.

Yes.

I am VERY fucking tired. I mean, wow. I think I got about three hours of sleep. I was up real late watching Monty Python and the Meaning of Life. Damn fine movie, damn fine. Everybody else fell asleep during it though. JERKS. Scott went to bed about halfway through it, and Seth kinda just dozed off. Seth was in MY sleeping area though, so I had to make him move before I could go to bed. I accomplished this by waking him and threatening to sleep with him if he didn't go to bed. He moved.

Then today...

Uhh...

Oh yeah. We got up and went to Church. 'cause they're all religious and stuff and Seth's parents are starting up their own church. So we went and set stuff up and then had a dry run service. The real services start next Sunday. So yeah. The service was good, the music was cool, and I just hung around with Scott who was working the laptop with the projector.

Then we left and ended up with KFC!

Then some stuff probably happened.

I seem to recall playing more Jak 3 and not wearing a shirt. Then going down to the store with a mostly unbuttoned shirt. I told the person working there that I wasn't crazy. He said he agreed. But he was lying. I could read his thoughts.

Did I mention I'm very fucking tired?

So then we watched The Princess Bride. Oh my, what a movie. I've seen it three or four times now, it's just grand. The first sword-fighting scene is one of the best sword-fighting scenes in all of movie history. IT'S TRUE!

Then I had to leave. I got a ride back home with Seth's dad on a friggin' motorcycle. I was cool.

Then I hung out a bit at home, called James, and then I wandered around with him for a while talking about a wide variety of things and having a generically pleasant time. Well, as pleasant a time as one could have when one is operating on three hours of sleep.

That's my summary of the day.

Now we move on to generically ranting stuff that doesn't link with much.

You know what? If you're going to say something to me, you'd better be able to back it up with actions. Words on their own are nothing. They don't mean jack fucking shit. I hate it when people say things to me and their actions seem to indicate the exact opposite of what they told me. Because that's just fucking rude. Don't even fucking talk to me if you're gonna be like that, because nothing you say will register with me. I won't believe you, I won't trust you, and I'll probably be quite pissed off at you. It's happened to me before, it seems to be happening to me lately, and it fucking irritates me. So here's a big fuck you to everybody that can't back up your words with actions. Kiss my ass, you commie pinko bastard.

There are some things that I just don't know how to react to. I think wow, what kind of friend does that, or says that, or just acts like that? And it's not just me, it's other people. So I'm not just purely speaking of my own current experiences. But sometimes things just really get to me, and I can't even imagine why they would have happened.

You know what? I think that the nicest male bathroom in the school of John F. Ross is the one in the computer wing. It's the nicest. It just has one stall. I like that stall. I'm not a big fan of urinals, not at all, so I always use stalls. The stall in there is nice because you're not just surrounded by ugly walls that are part of the next stall. It's the normal bathroom walls and all, semi-tiled and shit. That's a nice stall.

And there's almost always paper towel there. Some of the bathrooms have forsaken paper towel altogether, and rely entirely on hand driers. And hand driers are pure, unbridled evil. The washrooms in Hell? They use hand driers. But there isn't a hand drier in that particular washroom, so I think they have to put paper towel in there more often than others bathrooms.

It's also very clean. I mean, nine times out of ten, the toilet has been flushed since the last use. I go down and use a bathroom on the main floor, and I'll walk in to see large amounts of shit in the toilet. Nothing irritates me more than that. Okay, so that's a lie, a lot of things irritate me more than that, but still. That really fucking pisses me off. Is it that much effort to just flush? You pull the handle down, ever so slightly, and all of your filth has gone away. You know, one day I'm gonna take some of that shit. Okay, sounds weird, but I'm going somewhere with this. Stick with me. 'kay? All right, so I'm going to take some of that shit, and have it tested or something for DNA. That is, assuming (teeheehee. That has ass in it) that shit can be used for that. Anyways, I'll find out who it is. Then I'll hunt you down. Then I'll break into your house while you sleep. Seriously, I'm going somewhere with this. Before I do this, I'm not going to take a shit for like...two weeks. I'll just have it building up in there. Then I'm going to have a massive shit on your toilet while you sleep. Then you're gonna wake up and go into the bathroom and think 'WHAT?!?!?!' and then you'll cry. Or something.

Man, that would be awesome. A fitting punishment. That's just a pet peeve of mine, people that don't flush in public restrooms. You are NOT the only fucking person that uses that restroom, you stupid fucking jackass.

See, I figure the washroom I like is usually clean because nerds are a very neat people. We're generally tidy and at least somewhat obsessive compulsive. We're not always neat with our own space, but we do like to be neat with the spaces of others.

There's a method to our madness.

You know...

I love hanging out with Seth and Scott. They just make me feel so freaking cool. I'm just hangin' around and I'll say something or do something and they'll say 'Oh Nate, you're so cool'. It's great. A real boost to the ego. And I always have so goddamn much fun there. It's like I leave all of my troubles back in Rockwood, and just feel free to have fun. It's always a freaking BLAST whenever I go there. Everything's always so...Good. But the best part is that they really do make me feel so cool. They make me feel like I belong, and I don't often feel that. You guys are great.

OH!

Tomorrow is Internation Talk Like A Pirate Day! So I'd better fucking hear people talking like pirates, or I'm just gonna randomly hit people. GOT IT?!

Yar.

Shiver me timbers!

Etc.

Got it? Good.

I'm pretty sure there was something else I wanted to talk about. But I can't for the life of me remember what it is.

I miss Seth & Scott.

Oh, and as a final sidenote, screw you school board. Again.

Until next time,
And now we must fight. CUE THE MORTAL COMBAT TECHNO THEME!
~Kataron

Monday In Las Vegas

Evenin', folks.

I'm at Seth's now. We went to a show tonight. It was the awesome.

So, let me just outline what I've been up to since I arrived at this formidable institution. Well...

Uhh...So, they decorated Seth and Scott's room for me. A belated birthday party that's lasting ALL FREAKIN' WEEKEND! YEAH! I mean, there's streamers, and balloons, and probably something else. Seth and Scott got me a really cool Forgotten Realms game for the PS2 that I remembered from a conversation with a buddy of Andrew's at one of Jared's parties. And Seth's sister Kiersten(sp?) got me the book 'The Case For Christ' which I had started reading a while back but then got distracted from. I haven't seen Kier in like...Four forevers. And that's a long time.

So, when we got here, uhh...We hung around for a while. Probably did some stuff. My memory is kinda hazy. I recall going to Blockbuster. Wearing a feathery boa(sp?) and a party hat! YEAH! 'cause I mean...When I am ever in Cambridge? When am I going to see these people again? I'll probably never see them again! So it doesn't matter if I walk around wearing a feathery boa and a party hat. Because they can judge me if they want, 'cause I'll never see 'em again! Muahahaha. It's the perfect excuse to do WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT TO. Booyah. So I did. We rented Boondock(sp?) Saints, Muso or something, and Monty Python and the Meaning of Life. Man, Boondock(sp?) Saints was AWESOME! I mean, holy shit! If you guys haven't seen it yet, go see it right fuckin' now. 'cause it's that good. And the other movie was good too. Muso or something. I forget the exact name and don't feel like finding the case. It was a crazy Korean movie with a really huge budget and it apparently took five years to film. SO IT WAS SWEET. Lotsa blood and gore and all that good stuff. It was pretty awesome. Wait, we also watched Lost In Translation. Such a good movie! It's like...Well, it's like Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind, but set in Japan with a different cast and a completely different story-line. I highly recommend it.

'Lip my stocking, please!'

Yeah.

Today was the day we hung out and watched cartoons and ate Kraft Dinner and then we watched that Muso or whatever the crap it was movie. It was awesome.

Then I'm pretty sure some other stuff probably happened. But don't quote me on that.

Oh, and we went to a show tonight. Some bands played. And I was like 'Yeah!'. It cost eight bucks to get in. Lucerin Blue and Skylight Drama played. But those may not be the right names of the bands. I don't really remember things. But it was totally awesome. And then I unbuttoned my shirt a lot and hung around outside.

Oh, and this weekend I've realized that life is like Dungeon Siege. In that game, it loads just the area around you. That way it doesn't have to load big areas, and just needs to do the area around you. That's what the world is like. Life only loads the area within my perceptions. Anything that isn't within my perceptions doesn't exist. If you are not within my perceptions, YOU DO NOT EXIST. Right now? Rockwood doesn't exist. If you're not around me, if I'm not talking to you on MSN, you just don't exist. That's how the world works, because the world revolves around me. It does.

Anyways, I think that about wraps it up for me tonight. I've gotta go take off my pants and watch that Monty Python movie with Seth and Scott. BOOYAH!

I'll be back in Rockwood tomorrow. Well, technically today, as it is now Sunday. But shut your mouth.

Until next time,
I'm just classy as hell.
~Kataron

Changed My Name

Censorship! Madness!

I was called down to the Vice Principal's office today. I don't remember the person's name. But I was basically bitched at for my blog. Because of the advertisements I've been doing.

Fine.

I won't put post-it's on the walls. But if people WANT post-it's to advertise on themselves, then fuck you, you can't stop them. I have loyal readers, dammit. Readers willing to buy t-shirts and wear post-it's to advertise just how much ass this blog kicks!

But while there, I was also informed that I'm not supposed to badmouth any students or faculty members on my blog. Because that can be counted as harassment or some shit like that, and I could be suspended.

All righty.

They can punish me and do whatever the fuck else they want, but there's no way in hell they'll censor ME! If I have a problem with somebody, student or faculty, then by the Gods, I'll say it. If I wanna talk about a sensitive issue, then I'll fuckin' talk about it. I SHALL NOT BE SILENCED! My opinion is still going to get out and I'm going to say whatever I goddamn feel like. And if they suspend me, then so be it. I'll fight censorship to my dying breath, dammit!

I'm allowed to say WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT on MY FUCKING BLOG. If I want to be sexist, I will be. If I want to be racist, I will be. If I want to talk about how much the administration of John F. Ross sucks ass, THEN I WILL. Note, I only plan on doing one of these three things. Guess which it is.

And you know what PISSED ME RIGHT OFF? They thought that Kataron was some other student. Not just that, but a female student. Fuck you. Just...Fuck you. If you think I'm going to stand by while I'm insulted like that, then fuck no.

I've heard of people at work getting in trouble with their bosses because of their blogs, but a student getting in trouble because he has a blog? Because he wants to discuss flaws within the administration (If you're a loyal reader, you know what I'm talking about) and the administration won't listen? Well, they seem to be listening now! Let's tell them what we think.

Because I SHALL NOT BE SILENCED.

And anybody that wants to silence me or tell me what I can or cannot say on MY blog, where I have been saying whatever I want for over a year now, can kiss my ass.

And they seemed to have a problem with one of my sayings, 'I'll be fine as long as I don't get killed'. Kiss my ass, that's one of my favourite selfquotes. That came from my RP adventures. Stop taking things so fucking seriously.

I'm going to Seth's now for a kickass weekend of fungasms. And by that I mean we're gonna watch movies and play DDR and JUST HAVE A BLAST! BOOYAH!

Until next time,
I'll be fine as long as I don't get killed. OH YES, I'LL SAY IT ON MY BLOG.
~Kataron.

Hunter's Chance

Hey hey hey, folks.

It...Has not been a particularly pleasant evening. I've had something very big on my mind that I hadn't talked about with anybody until tonight.

But I'm going to try to keep doing the post anyway.

Yeah.

So, Eric came up with an interesting idea today. Clearly, the Christians In Action and the Gay/Straight Alliance should each choose their strongest member, and they should do battle. I personally think that this would be a hoot. I'd watch the fight.

So....Yeah.

Damn, there was something else I thought of while I was watching tv. About some stupid commercial. But I can no longer for the life of me remember what it is.

So yeah.

Shit, what was it that I needed to talk about? I'm sure there was something.

*goes to the notebook*

Bah. The notebook gives me no topics.

There doesn't appear to be anything in the gaming news...Damn.

FUCKING FLY! GO AWAY! Gah...There's this damnable fly that keeps pestering me. There's only one. It won't leave me alone. It's actually landing on my hands while I'm typing and then not moving. That bastard. Dave, I think they're part of some sort of conspiracy. The flies are rebelling! They must be crushed! Literally.

Speaking of conspiracies, there's one I haven't talked about in a while. The hand drier conspiracy. Oh, how I despise those infernal contraptions. You can't get your hands completely dry with those stupid machines. You need paper towel or something. Or you wipe it on your pants, or shirt, or SOMETHING. They could not possibly have designed something so flawed. It's purpose is to try hands, but it does it so inefficiently, it MUST be part of a conspiracy. Nobody in their right mind would design something so stupid and notworking. I think there's cameras in there. Though, why they would want to watch people's hands, I haven't really worked out yet.

Just...Beware them.

Oh, and I'm giving blood tomorrow. Yeah. I'm not entirely sure why. I did it last year. So why not? I seem to recall free cookies. So YEAH! Oh...And maybe pizza or somethin'. And I think there was Coke...All good reasons for me to attend! Plus..Uhh...You know, all them selfless reasons...Saving lives and all that stuff that makes it look like I'm all caring and all that bullshit...Yeah...I care!

So, the Acton Fall Fair is supposedly this weekend. I'm gonna be over at Seth's though. So I'm going to try to convince one of his parental units to drive us there. But his mom's apparently gone. Well, leaving tomorrow morning. She might be back at some point where she could theoretically give us a ride to the fair, though...She seemed downright obsessed with finding a fair last time I was down there. So yes.

I'm not sure what else there is to say, really. I mean, I'm sure I could potentially go off on some sort of tangent.

So, what's with the homeforms not collecting the student fees? I mean, my homeform teacher doesn't seem to give a damn. Said something about taking them down to the office. What the fuck? This is my fifth goddamn year at this school, and they've always collected them before. I mean, what the fuck? It's not that goddamn hard. You send an envelope down to the homeform and write the message 'Give us the fuckin' money' on it. It's that simple. Instead, you're making US come down to the office? Communism!

And if there's one thing Kataron hates, it's communism. Goddamn commies. DIE.

Yeah.

Also, there should be a club called 'The Nerd Club'. Where we discuss nerdtacular things. Like Star Trek Vs. Star Wars. And D&D. And computers. And anything nerdy. Ah, now THAT would be a club...

I think I should probably go sleep.

Until next time,
Communism makes baby Jesus cry.
~Kataron

Dueling Banjos

Hey hey, folkses.

There's a chance that if you're reading this post, you're new to my blog. I'm Kataron. Also known as Nate. Also known as that weird guy that drinks too much Coke and wears a red suit around school.

I did a lot of advertising for my blog today, via post-its. I hope that it will at least raise my traffic a bit, AND GET THE WORD OF KATARON out there.

I was interested to see people I didn't even know with the post-its by the end of the day. There was one that I found crumpled on the floor, then picked up and uncrumpled, then put back on the wall, that vanished again. Turns out somebody grabbed it and had it in their pocket.

Yeaaaaaaaaaah advertising!

So let me say who I am, for you newbies.

Wait...I did. Kataron. Yes. I've been blogging on here for a little over a year now. In fact, I just celebrated my blog's birthday, and yes, I'm quite aware of how pathetic that sounds.

I'm downright OBSESSED with blogging, and with my blog. I've got 343 posts in total, not counting this one here. If anybody's interested in archives, feel free to search around. I wouldn't recommend going to the beginning, though. I mostly just bitched about my girlfriend at the time. Didn't have much to say. But yeah. Just jump around in the archives, and you'll probably find something either funny, depressing, or offensive. Not many of my posts are bland, or neutral, or any such things. I'll either make you laugh, make you pissed off, or make you sad. But oh well. 'cause I don't care! Yay!

Anyways, Kataron is the me. Feel free to start reading my blog. I try to post about once every night, so there's a lot of reading material. Sometimes my posts can get a little long and ranting, but I try to keep my personal and depressed bitching to either my notebook or my other blog, so it doesn't need to show up on here. Oh yes, I have another blog. Seventy-Three posts in total, all bitching and complaining and whining and being depressed. And no, I won't give you the url. Muahaha.

I go to Ross, as you probably know if you've found this through my advertisements. I'm in my extra year. Yeah. That makes me at the top of the freakin' food chain. They won't admit it, but I'm more important than the teachers. Yeah. I'm just that freakin' cool.

I mean, have you SEEN me in my red suit? Who else around the school could pull that off? Well, probably a bunch of people. But I'll kill them if they try. That's MY thing, bitches.

I'm hopelessly addicted to caffeine. I mean, freakin' HOPELESSLY ADDICTED. I drink probably at least two litres of Coke a day.

And lately I've been drinking a lot of syrup. It's snow cone syrup that my buddy Dave gave me for my birthday. Yeah, it was my birthday on the ninth, last Friday. So I get pretty goddamn wired.

Anyways, this is just an introductory post for anybody that bounces into my blog due to advertising. Check back later! I'll be doing another longer post tonight, talking about a few other things and probably bitching incoherently. But one thing's for sure, it'll be a good time!

Oh, and if you see me 'round school and read this, feel free to stop and say hi! Just tell me you read Katablog, and I'll be pleased.

If you want to know who I am, there's a pic posted with the last post.

Anyways, my brother needs the compy for 'homework', so I'll be back later for a bigger post.

Until next time,
You are now officially my subordinates. BOOYAH!
~Kataron

Hurt

Well, I've got a keyboard again. I'm back on my normal compy.

So, as promised....

OOOO. It's ME! And I appeared to the left of the text! Well...Wasn't expecting that. But oh well, what can you do? To all those of you who are not aware of me, that's me. Right there. And...*looks down* I'm wearing the same goddamn shirt right now. Same glasses. Still got that necklace. My Growlanser necklace, you know. I don't have a smirk on my face at the moment, though...I'm sure I could change that, but I'm not really in a smirky mood right now. I never know what to do with my face when I take a picture, you know? I don't know what it'll look like. It's just...Bah.

I'm depressed. You might not know it from seeing me at school, but when you see me there, I'm wired off my ass on syrup. I don't know why I let some things get to me the way they do. But by the Gods, they get to me.

I must be pretty unstable, because the smallest thing can ruin my day completely. A look somebody gives me, a meaningless remark from somebody. Or sometimes it's something more. Well, it's something more to me...It never seems to matter to the people doing it, and I think that's what gets to me the most.

I guess I'll go over my day again. I spent the morning under the stairs again, writing in my notebook. I like it down there. Nobody ever bothers me. And don't think that because you read this means that you can bother me while I'm down there. I assure you, if you interrupt me while I'm writing in my notebook, you will receive a very cold reception. Very few people will be tolerated at all. Others will be poked, prodded, or insulted until they leave me in peace.

I miss people that are gone to college, university, and all that. I miss Beth. I miss Erika. I really miss Ryan. I miss Dave. I'm not sure what happened to him actually, but I hope he's still just as Asian as always. Just be Asian, and everything will turn out all right.

Just take your top off, and everything will be all right...

Yeah. You didn't see the italicized text up there. And if you did, then DAMN YOUR KEEN ELVEN EYES! Inside joke between myself, Jared, and The Sethster.

I miss Seth, too :( I know he's still around and all, but I never gets to see him. I'm hopefully gonna hang out with him this weekend. That would be just the thing I need to boost my spirits...And hopefully his, as well. Seth, I love you. You're one of my bestest buds ever.

What, annoyed that you're not one of my best buds ever? WELL, MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY A LITTLE HARDER NEXT TIME, HUH?!?! Commie bastard.

I think I've changed the url to my hidden blog about three times in the past couple days. For a while, it was called Abandoned Magic. I liked that. Thought it was appropriate. Recently it was Ace...Something. Madness, maybe. I don't remember. Now it's been changed yet again! And maybe another time, I don't remember. For those of you that used to read my hidden blog and never noticed my changes, you make me cry.

*tear*

See?

Oh right...I was going over my day, wasn't I?

First period bored the hell out of me. I ranted and bitched in my new notebook. I think I got about two pages during that period. I got another two in there tonight. Not that any of you insolent mortals will ever read it. For it is mine and mine alone. If anybody so much as tries to read it, I shall detonate the explosive that I accidentally ate last week. It's powerful enough to EXPLODE THE WORLD! FROM MY BOWELS! Ohhh yeah. Don't fuck with me, bitches. I'll cut you.

I've been thinking a lot lately about my screen name. 'I press the button, and nothing happens. Is the button broken, or am I?'. It's quite possibly one of the most philosophical things I have ever said. I'm a fucking genius for saying it. And I'm proud to say that it's completely original. That's MY saying, bitches.

But anyways, maybe I am broken. But broken in what way? We already know that I'm socially inept. I handle social situations about as well as zombies handle high tech computers. After their fingers have fallen off. I always worry about saying the wrong thing. Always always always. I need caffeine to be able to communicate with some people.

Believe it or not, I can be QUITE shy. I know that once I get to know people, I'm very outspoken around them, and talk a lot.

Uh-oh...The bomb is rearing it's head. QUICK! TO THE FACILITIES!

*returns*

PHEW. Well, looks like the bomb threat is now neutralized. I'll probably accidentally eat another one before the week is out.

Anyways, I was discussing my philosophical saying. It also has a more handy meaning that applies to technology, and those who use it. People immediately blame the machine once something has gone wrong. It couldn't be the user. But alas, most users are goddamn idiots and have caused the problem themselves. But that's not philosophical enough.

What was I thinking when I made that? Probably not something deep. Well, it was at the end of the post. If the post was all depressing, it might have been actually deep. Otherwise I might have just been thinking about how my computer doesn't like to turn on after the first button-press. When I turned it on tonight, I had to press the button at least five times before it would start right. I blame communism.

You know what pisses me right off? When people wander away from computers while messenger programs are running. MSN, AIM, YIM, they just wander off. They don't bother to change their status. What the fuck? That's what the status thing is for, you dumb shits! And sometimes they leave conversations in progress without a word about their departure. That's understandable if you're just going into the other room to...I dunno, check on something you're cooking, or some such thing, but it's very goddamn rude to just abandon a conversation you're having for five, ten minutes, without so much as a 'brb'. That's not hard to type, is it? Just three letters. Three little letters, and then everything's fine. But in just buggering off without so much as three fucking letters, without just clicking and changing your fucking status, that's just showing me how meaningless the conversation is to them. Sometimes when people have been away for over five minutes, and come back to answer something I asked earlier, I pretend that I didn't remember asking them. I pretend like it's a new conversation. If they persist, I might say that oh, I remember that. But...It was so long ago, I barely remember.

Irritating.

You wanna know what else is irritating? When people keep bugging you when your status is very clearly set to away. Well, it's understandable if person A is really trying to get in touch with person B, and wants to leave them a message or maybe see if they're somewhere around. Because yes, sometimes people have their status set to away when they're really right there. But you CANNOT assume that the other person is doing this. It is damn rude. You don't just say 'hey' and expect them to answer. And you DO NOT get fucking irritated when they don't. Their goddamn status is clearly away. You knew that when you started the goddamn convo. Honestly, you should just be shot.

So, they're making a movie about Johnny Cash. COOL! It stars the main character from 'The Village' as Johnny Freakin' Cash. Yes, I assume that Freakin' is his middle name! But it looks like a good movie. And Johnny Cash! He's so awesome. I mean, if I had to give out medals for being Awesome, I'd give one to Johnny Cash. I still tear up when I hear his cover of 'Hurt'. His voice is so...Deep. I love him so.

I'm definately gonna go see the movie. Probably with El Seth, 'cause I was with him when I first saw the preview, when we went to see Transporter 2.

I reallyreallyreallyreally wanna hang with Seth this weekend. And his parents are always so cool about me being over. They drive us to the video place, they drive us to the mall, they get us pizza, they buy COKE, and they don't mind if I stay an extra night or three.

You know what else pisses me off? When people don't answer you for twenty minutes while they're sitting right there, when they haven't bothered speaking to you or answering your question. I'm done this for now.

Until next time,
Just slip the pizza under the door.
~Kataron

In The End

Evening, folks.

So, let's just go over my day briefly.

Uhh...Well, I was fairly depressed this morning, so I spent the entire morning hidden under the set of stairs where I normally hang out. I like it down there. What with all of this large metal boxes, nobody else ever goes in there. Well, not really. Two guys walked in there today and discussed a song that one was apparently listening to on the other's MP3 player.

Neither of them noticed me, until another guy walked up and leaned against the wall opposite to my position. I assume he caught a look at my feet as I sat cross-legged under the stairwell. He bent down, and saw me, then asked the others if they knew that there was somebody down there. Then both leaned down and looked at me and said that no, they hadn't known anyone was there. They left shortly after.

Then class was growing closer, so I left and went to math. We had a quiz. I didn't really pay attention, but I finished the quiz quickly and went back to my notebook. That's what I had been doing while I was sitting underneath the stairwell, by the way. Writing in my notebook.

Then I went to second. We were working in groups today, and I was in a group that had that cute nerdy girl that I may or may not have mentioned as of yet, I don't really remember. Her name is Stephanie(sp?), it seems. We're making cookies at the end of the week.

Then lunch. Detention again. The detention teacher is cool, though. Here's there all week, and so am I. It's only twenty minutes, and we talk about cool stuff. Today we discussed pets and common lunch, and the time just flew by.

Then Writer's Craft. We went over stories that we had to write, and then played a game where we had to write down three statements. Two truths and a lie. Mine were:

I have a shrine to Coca-Cola under my bed.

I think that homemade fish and chips is the single most depressing meal ever.

I've tried to start a religion that worships my blog.

Yeah. In case you didn't get it, the first is the lie. I wouldn't keep a shrine under there, there's no room.

Then during spare, Rick and I wandered down to 7/11. The Coke was a bit off.

Then probably some other stuff happened, and here I am.

Not particularly eventful.

I'm...Kinda tired right now. I don't know why. I had a pill earlier, to make my headache go away. Maybe it was of the drowsy variety. I don't know. But...Tired.

Wheeeeeeeeee.

I've made virtually no progress in Star Ocean tonight. I tried inventing a bunch of stuff tonight, but all I got was crap. I'm testing out a new party member, though. With a cool gun. Yeah...My guys are actually seeming pretty weak in comparison to new enemies, so I'm backtracking a bit to train some more, so that I can kick monster ass.

Oh, and I might be hanging out with SETH AND SCOTT this weekend. They're so fucking cool. According to Scott, Seth just bought both Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind and Lost in Translation. When I was hanging out with them last time, we saw both movies on sale together in a pack. That's when I made them rent Eternal Sunshine and watch it. Man, them's was some good times.

I think I'm just gonna end this post now...Hang around for a while on-line, post on my other blog, then maybe even go to sleep a little early. I woke up this morning feeling like I had been dreaming about something important, but having no idea what it was. It was odd.

Until next time,
Sorry, just thinkin' out loud.
~Kataron

Game

Let's play a little game to celebrate the one year birthday of my blog, shall we?

I shamelessly stole this from Vero's Livejournal, and decided that it fit. Jared used to do this a lot.

(Note: I've changed a couple words in the game instructions from Livejournal to blog. Yeah. Just...You know, lettin' you know. In case you cared. Which you don't. Shut up.)

Game:

The object of the game is to stump the person writing the blog. I've been writing in my blog for a FREAKIN' YEAR, and can't possibly remember all the topics I've talked about in that time.

Your job, if you choose to accept it, is to go into the archives of my blog and pull out a random quote, and then my job will be to see if I can remember what I was talking about.

I promise not to cheat, but you will have to just trust me on that.You tell me if I'm remotely right or wrong.

Please don't pick a quote that's so random that it could apply to anything, like "feh" or "Damn it!" or something equally general. Pick something that might actually be about something.

That sounds like fun, huh? Jared used to read through my archives and just quote things to me on MSN, and I'd immediately know what he was talking about, and comment on it. And he'd be like 'WHOA. How do you remember what you were talking about?' and I'd be like 'I am the master of my blog, and am not to be questioned. You may sacrifice a baby to me now.'

And that's how it'd go down. Oh yeah.

I'm crashing less at the moment, my mood seems to be going somewhat up. Yeah.

But I'm still tired, so sleep now for Nate yes.

Oh, and as another bonus thing for the one-year bit, I shall allow anybody interested to ask one question of me, no matter how personal, private, whatever, and I shall answer it. If you want to ask me something, that is. If it's something too personal/private or whatever, I'll just tell you and not post it on here, but yeah. Just...Givin' you some options.

Nate go sleep now.

Let's see if you insolent little cockbites can stump me.

Until next time,
I am the ruler of all things shiny and magical.
~Kataron

One Goddamn Year.

As of today, it's been a year.

One year ago today (granted, it was a year ago around one this morning) I started this blog.

That is a long goddamn time ago. And this is post 340. If I only had twenty-five more entries, I'd have one for every day that I've been blogging. But alas, that's effort. And we all know how much I dislike effort.

So, let's go over the year and point out everything I did wrong, shall we? And while we're at it, we'll highlight some of the better parts.

Okay...Well, to be honest, I was in the middle of a giant mistake when I started this whole blog. I was with Eva, that dirty cheating bitch. My fault, though...My fault. She cheated on me a grand total of about...four times, I think. Three smaller things, kissing guys, cybering with some guy, and I think something else, and that was all before she went out and fucked Bob. I should have ended it long before it was ended.

That was a horrible mistake, that entire relationship. Moving on.

Then there was Vero. I don't mean to offend her or anything, but large aspects of that relationship were mistakes. Mostly the fact that it was based a bit too much on the physical stuffs. Yeah. Had some fun times, though.

Had some good parties over the year of blogging, too. Rachel's party, Mitch's subsequent party that had all the Xbox's linked together, Dave's party WITH ICE CREAM PIE. My God, that was good pie. That was the best pie ever.

Hey, baby. I'm a hampster. Lookin' for a good time?

Ah...Man, that was a good party.

Anywho.

Then there was all that waiting for Growlanser Generations...Then it FINALLY came out and I had it and ah, good stuff. So much waiting, though...

Then there was that psych test that told me I was depressed...Heh, how right it was.

And then there was Data Management, where I met Ryan. Good stuff. I remember having a lot of fun in that class not doing any work. I also remember that the girl that sat next to me was always mad that I did nothing in the class but still had a better mark than her.

I also remember my final project, that big class comparison of D&D classes.

I've had some good post-ending comments, too.

"I press the button, and nothing happens. Is the button broken, or am I?"
"If we can unlock it's power, we can...do stuff! Like...Toast bread. Without a toaster. *applause*"

Good stuff. I'll be adding any ones that I like as I go along.

"Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to think like a plant?"

Like that. No warning. Booyah.

Ha, then Jared changed my font to Century Gothic.

"Mommy, why does the cat chase the mouse? Because the mouse is made of tasty, tasty cheese, son. Tasty, tasty cheese."

Man, I've said some cool stuff over the year. I mean, I'm just really goddamn cool. You know that? I've discussed a lot of important issues, like religion and stuff, and gave everybody my view on everything. Meaning the correct view. 'cause I kick ass.

"I should start a cult. A cult that worships...Sweater Vests."

Here's an interesting question I raised in December...Who gets more space-pussy, Picard or Riker? Hmm...I don't even know.

I'd also like to point out that I'm still not gay. I'm pretty sure this issue has been raised a few times.

Have I mentioned specifically how much I love breasts? My archives have it a lot in there. But I don't think I've mentioned it lately. And man, do I ever love breasts. Just sayin'.

"Hydrolics are the most important parts of fish."

"I'ma da freakin' Pope. Nobody fucks with da Pope. Da Pope is gonna bust a cap on yo heathen ass, motha-fucka."

Man, I've said some very fucked up things on this blog. If you guys want to, you should go through some of my archives sometime. They're hilarious. And there's a lot of them. So it's kinda hard to turn them all into one big year-end post.

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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*

I like this quote from one of my entries. This is how fucked I am.

I also have some shorter, more depressing posts scattered around...

They're not as fun.

"Torn between laughter and tears, forever unsure of how to proceed."

See?

God damn, Coke has been there for me for a long, long time. I go on about caffeine a lot in my archives. Oh, how caffeine has always been there for me. I love it so.

Oh, then there was that whole plan for a war against the undead. I put a lot of thought and effort into that, then it didn't go anywhere. Sigh. I should work on that again.

And then things between Vero and I ended. For some reason, that really boosted the number comments I got on each post. Up to like...Twelve a post.

Man, there's just too much to go through right now. I'll probably turn this into a multi-post-spanning thing.

So yeah. I don't know what else to say on here, really.

I haven't changed much over this year. I still speak my mind on here at every opportunity, offending people wherever I go, I still piss people off and depress them, and I still don't give a fuck.

I was going to try to get that pic of myself up tonight.

But to be perfectly honest with you all, a lot of caffeine is coming down on me right now, in a very bad way. I'm crashing off of a LOT of Coke, and even some lemon lime Snow Cone/Slushie syrup that Dave bought me as a belated birthday present.

So...I'm gonna end this now and do something else.

I promise there'll be something more for tomorrow, when I'm not crashing. In fact, before tomorrow night's entry, I'll drink a lot of Coke and Syrup.

Yeah.

Until next time,
And here's to another year. *clink*
~Kataron

Track 8

Evenin', folks.

I woulda posted a bit earlier, but I was tipping the favour in my side in a war. And oh yeah. I was fuckin' up baddies left and right. BAM. Guy on a horse? Dead. Guy on a dragon? Dead. Guy on neither a horse nor a dragon, but still thought he could fuckin' take me? DEAD. DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD. ALL THOSE COMMIE BASTARDS DIED BY MY HAND. EAT IT, MOTHERFUCKERS! EAT IT!

...Err...Sorry. This whole war has just got me really worked up. Very, very, VERY worked up.

Especially since I was winning. OH YES. I was winning. I'd just whooped the enemy commander's ASS. And he was on a bigass motherfucking dragon, too. OH YES. It was BIG. And...FIRE-BREATHING. And he had this really kick-ass attack. Motherfucker. Anyways, I'd just whooped his ass, and then what happens? THE FUCKING VENDEENI(sp?) SHOW UP. Aliens. In a giant motherfucking space cruiser. And they start blasting things left and right, obliterating both sides, and injuring some good friends of mine.

And that's when it hit me. They're after ME. I'm the reason they attacked the resort, I'm the reason they attacked that transport ship, I'm the reason they attacked this planet! Not that I knew why. Until this KICK-ASS video where a bunch of crazy effects happened and I made the giant space-cruiser disappear. OH YEAH. I kick the ass. Then I kinda passed out.

Then I saved and came down here 'cause I hadn't blogged yet.

Big blog-birthday tomorrow. OH YES.

I'll try to post a pic tomorrow from my other compy. It will take far too long, due to the lack of keyboard, but it's theoretically possible...I think....Well, I guess I'll find out. I also have to write up a bigass one year post.

I can't believe that I've been blogging for a year. I mean, wow. I used to just do posts every few days, sometimes taking weeks to update, then I got into the once-a-day thing. I think this happened somewhere around December. I was reading through my archives the other day, and that's where my archives got really fucking big.

I'm very wired right now.

So today, I got up, cleaned up, Eric came over and got his Xbox back, he left, James came over, we ate perogies (Which I cooked VERY well. OH YEAH.) then watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Holy fuck-piss! That movie was awesome. It made me want to go on a crazy drug-trip. But then I remembered that I wouldn't do those crazy drugs they were doing. But still, James and I totally need to go to Vegas sometime and get a hotel room and lotsa crazy room service and then gamble and stuff and get wired off of various things. OH YEAH.

woooo, so wired right now.

But...Uhh...Yeah, that was pretty much my day.

Now I'm gonna go change the url of my hidden blog and not tell anybody what it is. *cackle*

Until next time,
And then...I blew it up. WITH MY MIND.
~Kataron

Sandstorm

Yeah.

So, my parents left today for the night. Took Ethan and Robert. Huzzah for that.

I got up, randomly hung around, then went to get movie/Coke. I met with Alyssa and a friend of hers on the way, and they accompanied me for whatever reason it was. I rented Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, which I haven't watched yet. Then we went to Foodland for me to get Coke. They wandered off to stalk the deli boy or something, and I didn't feel like waiting around, so I just left and came back here. Then I played Star Ocean for a very long time. At some point, Eric wandered over and watched me play for a while. Then we made some pasta and watched Walking Tall again. Then it ended, Eric left, I took off my pants and watched tv for a while, and here we are.

Yes, it has not been a particularly productive day.

...

You wanna know the best part of being an adventurer? I mean, a real adventurer, the RPG hero type? You're above the law. I mean, you can walk into people's houses and take shit. And what thte fuck are they gonna do about it? Usually, at least, you have a very large fucking sword. And who is going to fuck with a guy that wanders into your house with a sword and takes something? Not me! And I mean, anybody that's actually stupid enough to keep their shit in an unlocked treasure chest is just begging to be robbed. Wanna not get robbed? Lock the fucking chest. Or better yet, lock your fucking door.

I'd make a great goddamn adventurer. If I just knew how to use a sword or some sort of magic, I'd make a goddamn fantastic adventurer.

But it's just entertaining that part of being a video game adventurer seems to be being a thief. I mean, you can elect to NOT pillage and plunder as you see fit, but you can find cool equipment and items by doing so. And really, what are these people using them for? They keep them in treasure chests! You don't keep something you make regular use of in a treasure chest. They won't even miss these items.

But why is it, exactly, that adventurers can just walk into random houses and take things? I mean, they can walk in, take something RIGHT in front of the owner, and then talk to him as if nothing had ever happened. And that amuses me.

I've also always loved the fact that every new town you enter has a new piece of equipment that's just slightly better than yours. It's a very linear equipment system, really. I mean, they know what towns you have to go to in order to progress through the game. So they just stick the next level of equipment in the next town. Sometimes I skip a town, to save a bit of money, and just get the equipment two levels up, when I find it. But sometimes...Sometimes they're tricky, and stick good weapons in. But at insane prices. Because you can't POSSIBLY have that much money that soon.

That's why, when I played Star Ocean for the PS1, I spent days just walking around fighting guys on the first continent. Not only do you get a hell of a lot stronger, but you can earn some SERIOUS money. It takes a long time, though. A HELL of a long time. But it's totally worth it. Make enough money, get enough skills, and you can buy and use the thief gloves. They allow you to steal items from ANY NPC in the game. Just walk up to them, press the square button, and BAM! Free item! If you have the right skills, of course. But the gloves cost...If I recall...40,000 Fol. Fol is the currency of the Star Ocean games. And that's a LOT of money that early in the game. But some NPC's, you don't encounter after a time. An entire city is destroyed by a tidal wave, lots of lives lost. You can't steal from them. So you gotta do it beforehand.

And is it really wrong stealing from somebody who's about to die? I mean, THEY'RE not gonna need it, right?

I'ma go watch the rest of Godzilla now. Oh, Matthew Broderick. It's your eyes that made us fall in love with you. I mean...Uhhh...

*smoke bomb*

Until next time,
Oh, and I got a fuckin' cake. It's chocolate.
~Kataron

Plotting And Scheming

Right, folks.

I hate to say this, but I need your help. Actually, I don't hate to say it. 'cause I know I'm gonna get some wacky ideas.

But I need -your- help to get some good old-fashioned revenge.

I trust that many of you remember my earlier rantings and ravings about the retreat? How those bastards stole my last four or so cans of Coke? How they hit Greg with a Roman Candle?

We're running out of time. The retreat is at the end of this month. Starting on the 30th, going onto October 2nd.

These kids deserve the pranking of a lifetime, and I'm going to ensure that they get it. I wasn't there last year, but this year will be different. Those motherfuckers won't know what hit them, 'til I'm writing my blog url on their forehead with sharpie.

But here's the thing.

I need YOUR help to come up with bitchin' pranking ideas. Please, anybody and everybody comment. I need as many ideas as I can possibly have. I'll probably be regularly updating the works-in-progress of pranks, new ideas that I get, and I want to use YOUR pranks to get sweet sweet revenge. Just imagine they kicked your dog or something. YOU WANT REVENGE NOW, DONTCHA?! YEAH! THOSE BASTARDS KICKED YOUR DOG!

So gimme some ideas!

Aaaaaaaaand GO!

Sorry Lamar, There Is No More Expressos

Yeah, that IS the name of a song. I'll get to that later.

So anways, 'twas my birthday today. Still technically is for another fifty minutes or so. Booyah.

My birthday has been pretty good. If I recall, it was either last year or the year before, but I had a birthday that sucked some seriously major ass. I forget which. But today was cool. Despite like...an utter and complete lack of presents. Well, except for a cool t-shirt! But that falls into the 'I'll get to that later' category.

Let's start at the beginning, shall we? I find that's the best place to start a story. Get the basics down, then go for the more complicated stuff. Sequential order and all that stuff.

So I got up, was wished happy birthday by the people that live in the same house as me. I mean...My family. Yeah, that's what they're called. Anyway, then I did a morning post. 'cause I figured, why not? I actually managed some comments on it, too. Cool.

Then Eric stopped by, and we just caught the school bus. Damn bus, coming earlier this year.

Once at school, a voice yelled 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATE!' just as I was entering the building. I think it was Alyssa, but I dunno. I just sorta generically waved and headed inside.

I wandered around for a while, trying NOT to encounter my first period teacher. 'cause I decided that it's my freakin' birthday. Screw class.

Though...From now on, when I'm skipping, I'm going to avoid Ms. Tremblay at all times. I don't like lying to her about why I'm out of class. She caught me waiting for Jared outside the library. I got six detentions to make up for the two classes that I was planning on skipping, but she still let me continue my skipping ways. Oh well. Starting Monday, six twenty-minute detentions during lunches. Oh well. Means I'll go in and write in my notebook, and actually maybe have something to freakin' do with SOME of my lunch.

An hour is FAR too long to have lunch. And man, I saw Pizza Pizza today at lunch. It was fucking PACKED. And the crowds outside of Tim Horton's?! Holy shit! That's why Mr. Coffey is a fucking dumbass and shouldn't be in charge of anything. Common lunch sucks so much ass. And I fucking miss my break between first and second! Fuck you, Mr. Principal.

Anyways, after that little mishap with Ms. Tremblay, I hung out with Jared in the caf for a while. Then Gurpreet showed up, and we hung out with him. Did you guys know we have some new microwaves in there? Apparently one was donated by the class of 2004 (that'd be me, wouldn't it?) and another was donated by the class of 2005. Interestingly enough. They're nice microwaves, too. Now there's three of them in there, I think. I only checked the one microwave spot. They replaced one that didn't like to work with two new ones. I didn't check the other spot, but that one worked, so I assume it is still where it was.

Anyways, then Jared was all 'I suck. I'm going back to the library to be a lamer'. Okay, I'll be honest with you. I wasn't really listening to him at this point. I can only assume that these were his exact words. So that's what I'm going to do. BOOYAH.

So I wandered around and drank Coke. Then first period ended, and I started looking for James. I thought maybe he had a spare that period, but it turns out it's third. But since it was my birthday, I convinced him to skip and hang out with me :D He's on some attendance contract or something 'cause he skipped so often last year. He said he only gets five skips or something this year. My birthday merited(sp?) one. Yay!

So we hung out and went to Food Basics for a while. Found out that boxes of Pop Tarts were on sale for A BUCK A PIECE. YEAH! That's six for a dollar! Fucking SWEET! So we each got a box and then hung around a few random places for a while. Ended up in the smoker's area, hung out with some of them for a while. Yeah.

Then lunch began, and we met up with James' lady-friend. She's cool. We're currently trying to find a way to make a river of Coke stay carbonated. Haven't worked out the details yet. Yeah.

We all went back to Food Basics and bought stuff. More Pop Tarts, some peanuts for Jared, and a bottle of pop for James. Why I was buying things for people on -my- birthday, I don't know. But oh well. Then we wandered about for a while, and we left the company of some of the others. We being Jared, Mitch, and myself. So we hung out under the stairs. I was really UNDER them, because I didn't want my first period teacher to walk by, as she often does at lunch, and find me. So yeah.

Then Writer's Craft. Which I actually went to. Because I can't skip it. It's just so much fun. We had our product blurbs due today. I did the 'Scrotum Guard' invented by a friend of Rick's mom's boyfriend. Madness! I'll put up the actual blurbs tomorrow. I was one of two or three people that volunteered to go up and read theirs. The others were collected and read out anonymously. First by Ms. St. Jean, and then she seemed to be losing her voice or something, so I took over in the reading. I like reading funny stuff to the class. I think I'm good at it. I like classes like that, where I know a lot of the people, and I can feel comfortable going in front of them and saying...Well, just about anything. So anyways, I read a bunch of them, and then I didn't read Sarah's because it was all hand-written and not printing, and then another one 'cause it was too gross. So I sat down. Griesy(Greisy?) volunteered to read the last two. After being asked if he was sure, and that he couldn't back down afterwards, he was forced to read about 'Period Paintings'. *shudder* That was just fuuuuuuucked up.

After that, I had SPARE. So I could not go to class and not be skipping. Huzzah!

Rick and I hung out, as he dropped his course during that period, and yeah. We hung out with Matt and some other guys, one of whom Rick sacked. Hahaha. Good times. Then Autumn showed up with a nasty-looking cut on her finger. Apparently she had cut it and unbandanged it recently. Bad idea. She wanted a break from class, so she hung around for a bit, then I walke with her to the nurse's office. Which was just down the hall, but yeah. Nobody was there, so she went into Guidance and Mr. Tubbs came and unlocked it or something, and she was bandaged. And all was well. Then she went back to class, and Rick and I wandered over to Food Basics. More Pop-Tarts, some Jello Powder, some Fruit Roll-Ups, and some bread. MMMM. Bread. Bread fucking rules. I just adore it. It smells SO GOOD. I mean, I just go in the bread section of Food Basics and stand around, and inhale. Through my noise. *drools* Bread...

Then Rick and I wandered back and generically hung out for a while.

Then the day was ooooooover. At school, anyway. Hung out with Rick and Eric while waiting for the bus. Alyssa came over and wished me a happy birthday, and then went to have a smoke. She seemed to want me to come over and chat with her while she did such, and I said I'd come over in a couple minutes. I didn't, as a group formed around her. I don't like people. I don't like groups of people. And fucked if I'm going to leave two close friends to go hang out with a couple not-so-close (anymore) friends and a bunch of people I don't know/don't like, and be mostly ignored? I've had enough of that, thanks.

So I hung out with Rick and Eric some more, then was on my bus. Then I was home.

Then I generically hung around and downloaded the Halo 2 Map Pack on Eric's Xbox. I was gonna play some Star Ocean, but my stomach was bugging me, so I went to the washroom. By the time I was out (and it wasn't long, mind you.), Ethan and Robert were in my room. Damn kids. Robert is apparently staying the weekend. BUT my parents are going away tomorrow for the rest of the weekend, so ha. I get the house to myself for the night. I'm gonna play a whole bunch of Star Ocean.

Right, so then I went to the youth group. Andrew was late. 'cause he's...You know, Andrew. Always late. So I hung out with Dave and Eric while waiting for him to show up. Then he showed up, and started to set up for the concert that was at the youth group tonight. We kinda didn't feel like doing that, so we hung around and did random things. Dave and I talked in the office about all sorts of things, as we are prone to do. Then I rushed home to make use of the lavatory and grab Dave's Halo 2 Map Pack. My stomach was really being a jerk. Then I came back and talked to Dave some more, rushed off to use the youth group's lavatory, then hung out with Dave more until the band showed up. They were freakin' awesome. Fighting Folly. They were really cool. And they were awesome about it being my birthday. Before they started, they said I could take a t-shirt for free. They asked me if I wanted one, and I said 'I'll wait until I hear your music first' to which they responded 'fair enough', and soon they were playing. They were really good. And really loud. We were jumping around and having a blast. There were a bunch of people there, too. Weird for the youth group. We usually have like...half a dozen. So we were all jumping around and dancing and having a blast. Then there was a break in the music, and Alyssa showed up with some other people. The band decided to have some contests involving chugging pop. I had been chugging my own 2L bottle of Coke and jumping up and down, so I wasn't fit for any contests. So instead, I elected to vomit in the bathroom. Not fun.

Then I went outside for a bit to get some fresh air. Everybody else was out there for contests, but I wasn't paying much attention to them, still feeling sick. I stayed out there after everybody else had gone back in. Justin had wanted to stay and hang out with me, but I basically told him to fuck off. I wasn't very polite at all. MUAHAHAHAHA! And oh well. I'm not particularly fond of the boy anyway.

I hung around for about another song, wandering all the way up to the church and almost vomitting again, but not doing so. After that song, I went back down and sorta sat around for the rest of the show. At one point, I went to the bathroom and threw up again, but not so much that time. Not fun.

Then the show ended, and Alyssa and her gang left. I had grabbed a free t-shirt at some point during the show. I was feeling kinda better at this point, but still sickly. I bought a CD and a bunch of buttons. And then the band all signed the poster dealy advertising the event tonight and I got that. Another birthday present. Then they all sang happy birthday, much to my dismay, and yeah. After a while, I left, and headed off home.

So, my only birthday presents were that t-shirt, and that signed poster thingy. That's kinda sad, for my 18th birthday. Oh well, not much I can do about it.

Anyways, I think that about sums it up for tonight. I've been listening to the Fighting Folly CD on repeat since I started this entry, almost...wow, two hours ago. I'm still feelin' kinda bad, so sleep seems in order. Or maybe I'll set up a MySpace account, then sleep. I've been meaning to do that since I left Seth's. Oh well. I'll put up the Elven stuff later, maybe tomorrow. I'm too tired now.

Until next time,
One of these days, I won't be around. And then you're realize how much you miss me.
~Kataron

Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeee.

It's my birthday! YAAAAAAAAAAAY!

I'm eighteen. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

I'm a legal adult.

And we all know what that means, don't we? I can buy porn, lottery tickets, and I can vote.

Good stuff.

Oh, and thank you to the Evil Avatar Forums for wishing me a happy birthday. I know it's an automatic thing, but I still feel the love, dammit.

Anyways, school now.

Oh, and Blog Explosion done accepted ma blog. So maybe that'll boost traffic. Yeehaw.

Until next time,
I'm a legal freakin' adult. Let's fight.
~Kataron

Reserved Parking

No, that isn't the name of a song. But I think it sounds cool. So it's the title of my blog post.

Wanna fight about it?

So, remember how I got my first game over in Star Ocean the other day? Yeah...I got my second and third today. *unimpressed look*

Turns out, those knights that killed me last time were that strong because they were SUPPOSED to scare me off, and make me go the other way. I still managed to kill about three of them before I got into a fight with three more of them that I just couldn't win. Oh, and I died to a large golem-y boss in some mines. Man, that fucker was irritating. But he got his in the end. Oh, he got his.

I just love that game. It's so much fun. I'm still just trying to get used to a few bits of the system, but I've got a lot of it pretty well. I'm travelling with a Klausian and a hot chick. And man, is the Klausian ever cool. They're like humans, big bigger, stronger, and faster. And cooler. And the chick? She uses daggers and can cast a few magic spells. And that's just cool. She's a spy.

I've lost contact with a bunch of other people. I need to find them. And I need to make some other people dead.

But anyways, enough about Star Ocean.

I think it was a fairly average day at school today. I brought a 2L Coke bottle and a glass, and got good and wired first thing in the morning, before class even began. Ah, I do so love Coca-Cola classic. I didn't much feel like working in math class, so I didn't.

Not on math, anyway. I started writing more for Kataron's world. I decided that I would write up some race histories. To start out? The Elves.

I was wondering. What kind of Elves should I make? I decided on the following.

• High Elves
• Wood Elves
• Sea Elves
• Snow Elves
• Dark Elves
• Nomad Elves

Nomad Elves are of my own design. I was thinking of different climates for the Elves, and I thought 'Why haven't I ever seen Elves in the desert?' so I decided to make some desert-travelling Elves. SO I DID.

The rest of my day was pretty much writing that.

I wrote the entire history of the High Elves, and most of the history of the Wood Elves. I was thinking about typing it all up and putting it on here tonight, but I figure I'll leave that for tomorrow. I want to do some Kataron stuff for my birthday post. I figure that I'll try to write some of it up tomorrow during my not-attending-class, and then we'll see how much I have to put in here tomorrow.

I've decided that I'm not going to first or second. I feel kinda bad about it, though. For my teachers, I mean. I don't wanna seem rude, like I just don't care about their classes. But...Math is so goddamn boring. And I just don't wanna go to Food and Nutrition. Though, my teacher in that class is really, really nice. I feel bad just skipping class. But oh well. It's my goddamn birthday.

Perhaps if I skip my Food and Nutrition class, I can ask the cute girl in my class what I missed. An excuse to talk to her and not seem weird! Yay!

Heh...I was just talking to Jared about something for Writer's Craft, and he sought to remind me that each of the two blurbs we have to do for homework must be at least four sentences. He said that he didn't think I'd remember, because I was wired at the time, and that I didn't keep any of the information that I learned when wired.. I responded:

'No, I retain some information. It just goes deep down into my subconcious where it has to go through a maze and a corridor filled with deadly traps and a Beholder, and some zombies and maybe an ogre. If it survives all of that, I remember.'

Oh yes. That is how my mind works. What, yours is simpler? That is because you are stupid.

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It's a sweet-o zombie game. If anybody wants to play and wants to travel in a pack with me and hunt down zombies....Provided you're not one of those undead pricks, that is. I don't want to hang with you if you are, 'cause you'll eat my face.

I'm just...You know, hangin' out. In a police station. 'cause I'm out of Action Points. Used them all up shooting this one zombie. Used up most of my ammo, too...Only have two shots left. That's enough for 10 damage, provided both shots hit, each with its own thirty-percent chance of hittage.

Anyways, I think I'm done for the night. Sleep time. When I wake up, I'll be 18. That thought scares me.

Until next time,
Soon...SOON. SOON THE WORLD SHALL BE MINE!
~Kataron

Dream A Dream

You know what'd be great?

If people DIDN'T pull up in a large truck at three in the morning and start tossing things around. You bastards. I understand than you were delivering things to the store beside me, but could you have done it a little more fucking quietly? It woke me up. And that's just goddamn rude. I mean, it's not like it's just stores in the area. It's smack-dab in the middle of Main street on Rockwood. Hell, there are apartments above the store. But seriously, when you're working and it's potentially loud, either DON'T DO IT AT THREE IN THE GODDAMN MORNING, or try to make it go quietly, you communist ass-wads.

That is all.

Until next time,
Yeah, I'm gonna find out who you are and come by your house at three in the morning with a megaphone.
~Kataron

Kind Lady

So I says to Mabel, I says...I'll finish this story later.

So, here I am. My brother stole my tv around eight, so I have more time than I would otherwise have to make a post tonight. Not so distracted by Star Ocean.

I got my first official game over in that game today. NUTS. Damn black knights. What have they ever done for me?! Kill me, that's what. Though that's not so much 'for' me as it is...uhh...Not for me. Yeah. Which means I have to go back through and beat an annoying boss again. Bah. Well, it wasn't hard or anything. It just irritated me for some random reason. It was ugly.

Yeah.

So, school today, you ask? Meh.

I get very bored in my first period class. Very, very bored. Teacher just goes on about things. I mean, today she was talking about the differences between real numbers, integers, rationals, and all those other ones that have that double-line letter symbols. It was so boring...I only copied down a couple notes. It's so fucking easy.

At the end of the class, I had to go to the picture-taking-ness.

Oh, I wore my suit today, too. Booyah. I looked good, I must say.

Yeah. So while waiting in line for pictures, I hung out with Mitch, Owen, and Joseph. Good times. Then I got my picture and was slightly late for Food and Nutrition. Still not entirely sure whether or not I'll keep the course. There's a bunch of cute girls in class. Including one cute, quiet, nerdy-looking girl that I have taken an interest in. Not sure how to go about meeting her, though. I suppose we'll see.

Didn't really do much during the period. Copied a bit down. The teacher seems nice.

Then lunch. Goddamn long pointless lunch. How I despise it. I walked around with Jared and Mitch, in search of a new spot. Talked to Ms. Tremblay for a bit. Went all around the school looking, didn't find anything. So we came back to the old spot, under the stairs that we like. Despite the fact that it's filled with strange metal objects that the construction crew is using. Damn them for taking our spot. But oh well, there's enough room for us on the outside. Bah.

Writer's Craft was fun. That is a fucking awesome class. We wrote singles ads yesterday for homework. With only our negative qualities. Mine was as follows:

SWM, 17, relatively unintelligent, not particularly attractive, addictiver personality, poor hygeine, and no people skills whatsoever. I enjoy sitting alone in the dark and playing video games, further destroying what little social skills I possess. Also masochistic. ISO SWF, preferaby someone who understands my passion for video games, caffeine, and the soundtracks to video games. Must know random video game trivia.

Ms. St. Jean read everybody's out to the class. We had to guess who they were. I must be well-known in the class, because it must have been at least five times that I was guessed for various ads, because they mentioned video games, or world domination, or some such thing. But I was guessed quite a few times. By quite a few people. Oh yeah. But mine was dead last. So when mine was read, they all knew it was mine, because I was the only one left.

I also had to write a reply from a lady-type. I volunteered my reply when she asked who wanted to read their own. We didn't have much time, so only about three or four were read. I liked mine. Here it is:

I am very intrigued by your personal ad. I have read that nerds make good partners, and tend to end up making a lot of money. Therefore, I am interested. I will invest no emotional commitment to this relationship, but you will think I care anyway, because you are so desperate for the touch of a woman. I will lead my normal life while you play video games, and will occasionally meet you to have you buy me things. I expect your reply within twenty-four hours, because I know you're just sitting there waiting for somebody like me.

Heh...I guess you can see my outlook on relationships, huh? I don't have good ones.

Anyways.

Yeah.

Then I had me spare. It was...Meh. Kinda boring. Mitch has a spare that period, too. So does Matt Fowler. They're cool. But I miss having my spare with Kate. That was always fun. And I most certainly miss my spare with Team Lightning Magnificient. That was quite possibly the best spare in the history of the world. BAR NONE.

Man, the times we had...*sniff*

Memories.

I wrote a letter to myself today. For Writer's Craft. It was fun. I just kinda talked about stuff. Gave myself some advice. An order or two. And we hand it in to the teacher tomorrow. Ms. St. Jean will check them for completion, but not read any of them, and we will actually put them in envelopes, we put addresses on them, and she sends them in a year. That's pretty damn cool, huh?

I'll probably write more tomorrow. I really, really like this class. I write so much just for fun, and now I'm actually getting marked on it. Huzzah! Now, if only I could submit my blog...But I guess that's got a wee bit too much FUCKIN' swearing in it, huh?

Oh well.

Here's why I hate Elves.

Elves suck. Let's face it, who actually LIKES Elves? What, you think you do? Have you ever MET an Elf? Have you ever had a conversation with one? Oh God, they're so stuck up. They think they're better than everybody else, because they live longer. They think their ideas are better, they think they're right, they think that all other races are inferior. Especially High Elves. Oh, how I despise them. Arrogant fucktards. Honestly, they should all just be rounded up and shot. In the ears. Yeah.

And you know what else I hate? Dwarves. Goddamn hairy drunk midgets. Then again, I'm already prone to disliking anything of smaller stature than myself. Goddamn midgets and goddamn grade nine's. Anyways, Dwarves piss me off. I mean, they're always drinking and fighting. What are the two main Dwarf classes? Fighter and Cleric. They get all religious on ya when you least expect it. Doesn't stop them from getting smashed, though. Praise be to the God of the Keg!

Amen.

I also hate halflings. Goddamn hairy-footed midgets. I mean, what the fuck use are they? They can barely fight. The most they can do, when you actually think about it and don't go by what Sam, Frodo, Merry, and Pippin did, then they can use slings and throw rocks at stuff. That's about the extent of their abilities. That's all they can fucking do. They're NOT good with melee weapons. They're so goddamn short. I mean, I bet one ogre could take out an entire army of melee-weapon weilding halflings. Damn midgets.

And you know what ELSE I hate? ummm...Let's see...I've badmouthed Elves, Dwarves, Halflings...Ah, here's one!

I'm going to type out what I wrote in Writer's Craft today. We got some free writing time, so Kataron was around.

Here it is.

Kataron knelt behind a large stone pillar as he listened for the sounds of the creature approaching. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but the trudging, the dragging, seemed to imply a zombie. The living dead. What a waste. Oh, how Kataron despised them. Magically reanimated by those infernal necromancers. A mockery of life, really. The previously used bodies were nothing more than husks, and these users of the dark arts filled the husks with their darkness, forcing them back to life, to exist a horrible existance (Note: Yeah, I know, bad wording...But she said she'd hit us if we stopped writing. So...Yeah.). Did they retain anything at all from the person they used to be? Were they still in there, watching helplessly as their bodies moved on their own, as they attacked the innocents, as they tore and ravaged their friends, their families? Damn zombies.

And that's all I got 'cause then we stopped and the class ended.

Oooo, how appropriate! Scott has just informed me that next time we watch Dawn of the Dead, we're going to make our own survival guide. Huzzah! I actually saw a real Zombie Survival Guide the other day. It was incredible. I need a copy of it.

Anyways, I think I'm about done for the night.

Oh, also, for those of you that are interested, my 'friendship break' with Alyssa is now over. She started talking to me again tonight, and...Yeah. We're friends again. Though, not exactly like before. I'm not one to take being abandoned (even temporarily) lightly.

Just thought you, my loyal readers, should know.

Oh, and it is hereby your DUTY to give my blog url to some more people the next time you have the chance.

YEAH, BABY!

Until next time,
Excuse me, I've got to go write a letter to myself. I'm not crazy, you know. I'm just in Writer's Craft.
~Kataron

A Little Bit Of Ecstasy

Evenin', folks.

I suspect this post won't be too long. I've spent most of my night kicking ass and taking names in Star Ocean.

I salute you, valiant crew of the transport ship that rescued me. Sacrificing your lives for the lives of the refugees, including myself. You guys kick ass.

Yeah. I'll do a bit more of a review later, once I've played it some more. There are still a bunch of different bits that I haven't tried yet. It's kickass so far, though.

Anyways, you're probably all wondering how my first day of school went.

It was pretty okay. I have a first period class with a bunch of stinky grade 11's. Grade 11 University Math, since I elected to take University/College in grade 11, therefore ridding myself of the ability to take Geometry. Which I need. So here I am, back again to take the course with the extra unit. Whoopedy-freakin'-doo.

And since that communist ass-rapist otherwise known as Mr. Coffey cancelled break to shove it on the end of lunch, I had to go straight to my next class. Thanks for that, asshole. My next class, you ask? Food and Nutrition. Yes, that's right. *pauses for the laughing to stop* Yes, I'm fully aware of the irony of the likes of ME taking a class about nutrition. I drink a minimum of two litres of Coke a day and eat nothing but junk food. I'm considering dropping it. But there's a whole bunch of cute girls in my class. And cooking. Tasty foods. So I'm not sure yet.

Then lunch. Which is, in essence, ass. Fuck you, Mr. Coffey. Common Lunch? What the fuck was your mind going through? I mean, what the fuck? You fucking moron. Kiss my ass. Bitch. The caf was absolutely packed, from what I was informed. I figure if I get a second period spare, I'll hang out there and steal like...two, three tables just before lunch starts. 'cause I'm an asshole. Anyways, we wandered around and tried to find a place to belong. Didn't really happen. You wanna know why? 'cause some assholes stuck a bunch of stuff in our stairwell. FUCK YOU. THAT'S OUR STAIRWELL. Remove your large metal objects at once, or face the consequences of your actions! Unfortunately, I can't just move them 'cause they look heavy and they're all school-authorized, I would assume. But whatever. They'll be gone at some point. Then my spot shall return to me!

Then I have Writer's Craft. It's a pretty awesome course. I have Ms. St. Jean as a teacher. And really, she's one of the best teachers at the school. So yay for me. Jared's in my class, and Sarah's in my class, and Rachel Fairholm is in my class, and Jon(John? I dunno, friend of Rick. He's pretty cool, really into CoH and stuff.) is in my class, and I assume there are some other people in there. But also, there's that bastard that I don't like. I forget his name. I punch him whenever I see him. Oh well.

Then last period, I has me a spare. It's pretty cool. 'cause Mitch has a spare, and Matt Fowler has a spare. And I'm also gonna have homework for Writer's Craft pretty much every day, so I can get that done. Yeaaaaaaaaaah. I like writing. It's fun. Better than trying to do math stuff. I get distracted easily like that. But with writing, I don't. Not sure why.

So aside from a few uncomfortable times when running into Alyssa, who I am still on this friendship break or whatever such madness, it was good. But it was really depressing to see her around. I was starting to kinda get over it, since I hadn't seen her in forever and the problems surrounding it all were slowly fleeing from my mind, but then I saw her half a dozen times today. Bah. Bah, I say! I shall make sure this does not happen again by being too wired to make sense of what I am seeing AT ALL TIMES! Thus is my plan.

Picture day tomorrow. Thinkin' about wearing my suit. But it'll be hot. But I'd look damn good in my suit. I'll probably wear it.

And...

I have a confession to make. I was a pushover today. I don't want to be. I'm working on it, I swear I am. But when I was leaving at the end of the day, holding a case of coke and a box of cookies that I had just bought during my spare, some kinds made a rude comment to me, a sarcastic one along the lines of 'Oh, you're cool'. I would like to think that if I had not needed to protect the love of my life that is Coca-Cola, I would have told the person to fuck off. But I don't know. I was a pushover.

But here, I shall administer scathing remarks to them where they shall never read it! Ha!

You know what? Fuck you. You think you're so much cooler than me? You think you're cool? Ha. You're just a jackass. The only way you can feel good about yourself is to insult others. Then maybe, JUST MAYBE, your friends might laugh. Then you wouldn't feel like such an horrible failure. And you know what? I am cool. I'm a hell of a lot cooler than you. You think that wearing expensive clothing and being a dumbass thug shitfucker makes you cool? No, that makes you a dumb shithead that's going to live a pointless and unfulfilling life. That is, GIVEN that you don't fucking cross me again. Then you won't get the chance to lead this pointless and unfulfilling life. Why, you ask? Wait...Are you serious? You actually have to ask me why? Are you that fucking dense? Oh wait. Stupid asshole thug. Forgot. You ARE. IT'S BECAUSE I'M GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU FUCK WITH ME. I wonder what it would be like to kill somebody in real life. Would it be anything like in video games? Would they fade away and leave a temporary red outline which would also fade? Would their corpse just sort of lie there for a while and then disappear? That would be cool. But no, I'm guessing things wouldn't work like that. Sigh.

Soooooooo. I saw James' lady-friend today for the first time that I can actually remember. She knew who I was. But then again, who doesn't know who I am these days? I have a reputation. I AM A LEGEND! And I'm going to make sure that I keep a reputation going this year. I shall continue to do stupid things and continue to eat lots of unhealthy food, and I shall DANCE RANDOMLY IN THE HALL. It has been decreed.

My brother's at Ross now. He's so short. I mean, if I wanted to, I could fit him into some sort of...overhead compartment. I mean, if I really needed to. I could. I could totally do that. 'cause he's very small. In fact, at one point when I saw him in the hall today, I picked him up and started carrying him around. Just because. JUST BECAUSE I COULD.

I need some new CD's. I need to burn some CD's with Dance Dance Revolution music on them. And then listen to it at school and do DDR in the hallway. Because I can. BECAUSE I FREAKING CAN.

Three days 'til my birthday. Are you excited? I'm excited. It's gonna be so cool to be 18. I mean, I'll be able to do all sorts of things. Buy lottery tickets. Buy PORN. Vote. Ha, how does it make you feel to think that I have a say in the future of the government? Hell, I know I'd be scared.

Let's comment on something political.

So, how 'bout that thing in New Orleans? But you know what, people? I really just don't care about it. I mean, I don't see how it affects me. If I remain blissfully ignorant of the state of things down there, I don't have to feel sorry for them. I don't have to pity them, or donate money to some sort of charity involving them. Not that I would anyway.

The way I figure it, unless I can see it happening, and unless it affects me, then it probably isn't happening. You know what, maybe it's all just fake. Are any of my readers DOWN there, right now? No? Didn't really think so.

If the government and the media were so inclined, they could fake so many things. The war in Iraq, this, the tsunami that happened months back. They could fake anything. I mean, that's how I'd do it. I'd fake EVERYTHING.

But really, why should what's happening down there matter to us? Even if they are suffering, even if they are dying, how does that affect ME? It doesn't. See how that works? If stuff starts happening around here, then I'll start feeling bad, as it will be affecting people I know.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not a monster. It's a fucking tradegy what's happening down there. It's horrible what's happening to all of those people, the people that have died, the people that are dying, the people that are struggling to live. But it doesn't affect me. So I don't see it as any of my business, really. Never you mind the fact that I just ranted about it.

Oh, something reminds me. I do hereby claim that all spam-posters that desecrate my blog with their filth shall hereby surrender their souls to me, and to the Katablog. Just as a note to you spammers out there. Now, you may proceed to spam. My blog could use the PRECIOUS, PRECIOUS SOULS.

Yeah.

Anyways, I think I should probably go sleep and the like now.

Just submitted my blog to Blog Explosion, to see if I can boost my traffic even more. Gotta wait for an admin to approve it though, which I'm not sure they'll do, since my blog is filled with profanity. But oh well. Doesn't hurt to check.

I'm up to thirteen hits a day now. Wheeee. That's a lot for me. It means that thirteen different people every day are actually reading what it is that I have to say.

It's -almost- as though my opinion matters.

But sleep now. More tomorrow.

Until next time,
You call that a hat? GET OUT.
~Kataron

Days Go By

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Man, that weekend was the best possible way to end the summer. Freaking awesome. I went over to Seth's on Saturday and just got back today. Two nights of hangin' out with SETH AND SCOTT! HELL YEAH!

Okay, where to begin? We found the place fairly easily. Almost got lost, but then I saw a convenience store that I recognized, having gone there the last time I was at Seth's. So we found it.

Scott's living there now. So it's like TWO AWESOME DUDES living in one room. That's double the awesome. The first night, we just hung out and went to rent some movies. We spent a goddamn LONG time picking our movies. But...That's also 'cause we each bought a new game as well. Not our fault, though. There was a deal. A DEAL! Buy two used games, get one free! FREE! So Seth got Viewtiful Joe, which is AWESOME. The graphics are pimptacular. Simply amazing. And Scott? He got FFX. He had a copy before, but it got scratched or something. Wouldn't load monsters. And what's the point of an RPG with no monsters? And me? What did I get, you ask? Star Ocean: 'Til The End of Time. What did it cost, you ask? Forty dollars. Totally worth it. UNTIL. Until I saw it at EB the next day for twenty. *unimpressed look* But oh well. 'cause I have the game now. BOOYAH. We also rented The Faculty. Freakin' sweet movie. Oh, that Elijah Wood. And the character Delilah in that movie is really freaking hot. Elijah, you're a better man than I for resisting her charm on the bus, though she was possessed by an alien at the time. I couldn't have done it. That's my weakness, you know. Women.

Anyways, so we watched it that night, and then we watched Antitrust, 'cause it was there. Freakin' sweet movie. Then we tried to go for a walk at three in the morning, but his parents stopped us. *sniff* Oh well. Then we slept and got up and hung out.

Then Seth and I were like "MAN WE'RE AWESOME. LET'S GO TO A FREAKIN' MOVIE". So we did. Scott just wasn't awesome enough to come with us.Though he did do cool stuff while we were gone, including hanging up a whiteboard on a piece of wood taped to a bookshelf, and tying it up with rope made from tape. That's pretty awesome. But...IS IT AS AWESOME AS SEEING THE TRANSPORTER 2?!?!?! Hardly.

'twas a good movie, but I won't say anything since I doubt any of you have seen it (save for the lovable Seth) and I don't want to give away any spoilers that would make Jared hit me. But let me just say...Nipples. 'nuff said.

So then we went back and hung out and I kinda forget some stuff here. I recall going to get pizza, getting another THREE MOVIES. We got...Office Space, for one. OH MY GOD. Fucking HILARIOUS. I mean, wow. That was just so funny. We were sitting there laughing our heads off the whole time. Oh my. Then we watched Soul Survivor. Which sucked. It really, really did. Gah. Shitty horror movie. But THEN. THEN we watched Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. I swear, I never get tired of that movie. This was my third time seeing it. Freaking awesome.

Then it was like...Four in the morning, so we went to sleep shortly after. Today, we did jack shit. We sat around and watched some tv, played some video games, and talked about stuff. We were gonna go play DDR at the nearby Galaxy Cinema, but it was closed. Damn holiday. So we did absolutely nothing. Which you might think of as being sad for the last day of summer, but doing nothing after a fucking awesome weekend, and doing nothing with two totally awesome dudes just makes it totally worth it.

And I got to play a whole bunch of DDR at a couple points. Before we started watching the movies last night, and earlier today.

Now...Here's the thing. We were all dudes. And we were comfortable with our sexuality. So clearly, we felt no need to wear pants. We kept our boxers on, of course. Well, most of the time. SETH. *shudder* Anyways, there's a point to this. So I was pantless, and I decided to start playing Dance Dance Revolution. And soon my shirt came off. 'cause it was getting hot, what with all the dancing action. The others were off in their far corners of the room doing other things, so I was barely noticed being notveryclothed. Not by them, anyway. I was playing DDR wearing just my boxers...And some guy was watching me from outside. Seriously, there was a guy watching me from outside. Both Scott and Seth can back me up on this. It was damn creepy.

But...I'm getting better at DDR.

Yeah.

That's...Pretty much what I remember of the weekend. I'm sure more things will come to me later, I'm just running a bit short on time, what with the whole school thing tomorrow and the waking early. Which I haven't done in...God knows how long.

So, summer's over. Oh well. This has been, all in all, one of the shittiest summers of my life. Never, have I had a summer so plagued by depression and loneliness. I am glad that it is drawing to a close.

But just because it's ending, is that really such a change? We go back to school and back to seeing our friends almost every day again. Is that so bad? I'm happy that I'm going back. If nothing else, it will give me something to do, and something to keep my mind off of less pleasant subjects.

Why do we measure time in such increments, anyway? Sure, things change, but then they change back. Thinking 'No, the summer's over! SCHOOL STARTS AGAIN!' can just be depressing. So don't think of it like that. Don't see the change. Just go with it. Live each day like the day before, except now you have somewhere to be for part of the day.

I stopped feeling the change a couple years ago. But I guess that's because I mostly keep to myself during the summer, and just sit in my room playing video games. Sometimes, I really do prefer to be at school, where I have friends around me all the time.

Anyways,

There's a new contest. Yes, I know the logo contest has not yet been resolved, but I'm still holding out for a few more entries. *cough*Jared*cough*

But this contest is seriously cool. You'll have fun.

So, we all know how badly I want to start advertising my blog, correct? Well, I'm going to print off a bunch of t-shirts and sell them on here. If you want them, I'll set up a paypal account, or you could just talk to me at school. But here's the contest...

I want you to design what's on the t-shirts. Seth and I (it was all Seth. I just add myself for an ego-boost.) came up with some good ones.

So far, I haven't limited colour selections, so it can be any colour of t-shirt, but probably either just black or white writing, depending on the colour of the shirt. I'll have to see what I can do about real colour. You can either have stuff on two sides of the shirt, or just on one side. Seth's all seemed to have multiple sides, so yeah. I can do crappy pictures too, but again, not sure about the colour situation. You may submit as many entries as your little heart desires. The winner of the contest will get a free t-shirt, once I've gotten them printed up. Or something else, if you're a stupid-head and don't want one. Damn commie.

Gah...I'm unprepared for tomorrow. Not like...You know, mentally, but physically. I have a SINGLE notebook, my backpack is full of junk, and I have a couple mechanical pencils scattered around, but I'm not sure where.

Oh right. I don't care.

It's all good.

Oh. And I'd also like to welcome Seth back to Blogger. So feel free to head over there and read his stuff, he's one of the coolest guys I know.

LINKAGE!

Anyways, I should be heading off to sleep now. Or at least stare at my ceiling and plot evil, evil things.

If I see you tomorrow at school, then I'll see ya. If not, I'm probably avoiding you. Either way, post is ending.

Until next time,
Days go by, and I still I think of you.
~Kataron

Paint It Black

Let's get one thing straight, here and now.

In an RPG. If there's something that isn't me, it is my duty, NAY, my obligation to make it dead. To kill it. To slash it 'til it's nothing but ribbons, or to pump it full of magic until it pops like a freakin' balloon. But it's my job to kill it. All right? You with me? If it's not me, and it's not a party member, I HAVE TO MAKE IT DEAD. Now, in some cases, you can't kill things. Like NPC townspeople. In that case, you have to assume that they led boring and unfulfilled lives and hope that your actions somehow trigger resentment against that town from any sort of monsters, ogres, trolls, zombies, dragons, you name it. Just get them pissed at the town and they'll destroy it for you. Or when you're against an evil overlord, just hang around for long enough and it's bound to blow up. That's just how it works.

So...

Today was fun. I got up fairly early by my standards. Quarter past ten or so. Gah. Ungodly hour.

Soon as I got up, I headed down to Rick's. He and the others had already left, so it was only Eric there with the dog. We spent the rest of the day playing video games. Mostly The Sims 2. Man, that's a good game. We decided that we'd make a family, he and I. We'd be brothers. Teenagers. 'cause being a teenager in the game is fun, right? So we did. We were trying to figure out who would play daddy, and we decided on Andrew, current leader of the youth group. So we now refer to him in person as daddy.

We played that for hours and hours and hours. It was grand. Our sims were both romance aspiration, so we had a contest of sorts over who could get the most ladies. I won, of course. I always win. I'm a totaly playa in that game. I gets the women like I never could in real life. Okay, look at me now. See how many women I'm getting? NONE. My sim? Exact opposite. Sometimes it's just fun to play in a life you wish you could have. 'course, in the game, I'm a horrible bastard and I'm constantly cheating on everybody and going after everyone I can. Wouldn't do that in real life. That'd be bad.

Anyways.

That was fun. Eric and I drank Coke, played that, ate food, and eventually randomly started to dance around the computer room. Just like I said I would. That's how we get things DONE. Bitches.

Man, this rules. I have TWO entries for my bloglogo thing already! How sweet is THAT?! Pretty goddamn sweet. Don't know how suitable either would be for a t-shirt advertising the blog, though. Oh well. I could always stick with my classic symbol for that, the symbol I've been drawing since grade eight. But this blog has gone for too long without a banner, a logo, something to distinguish it from other blogs!

This one is made by Erika.

This one, on the other hand, is done by Ryan.

One has Vincent...And he's just a freakin' awesome video game character. One of my favourites, EVER. Right up there with Magus. OH YEAH. Which reminds me...I have a whole shitload of comments to reply to. Meh, guess I'll check those out after this post.

And the other? Well, that's just PERFECT for the Zombie RP that's been going on since I got bored during the summer. Heh...I still remember that exact day, when I decided to start that. Good times. And it includes my catchphrase as Kataron! HAIL KATARON!

I have a bunch of those, don't I? Catchphrases, that is. They just come and go with me. 'ROY SMASH!' is a good one. But when I say it when not playing the game, it doesn't make much sense, does it? My problem with catchphrases are that I don't have any memory retention whatsoever. I forget them almost as soon as I've said them. People say ha ha ha, you should say that more often! That's your new catchphrase! And I've forgotten by the next day. Oh well. Hail Kataron has stuck around, though. I mean, that's how I ended my VERY FIRST entry on this blog. Wow.

I still can't believe I've stuck with this so long...I dunno, I guess I like having an outlet.

Heh, I've been up for a year and I still haven't put up any pictures of myself. But as I seem to recall saying earlier, I'll put some up 'round the birthday times.

FUCK, I wish I could speak Japanese. That'd be so fucking awesome. I should learn it. Then I could watch kickass anime without shitty dubbing, and I could understand what the fuck these songs I listen to are saying. I mean, I get to the point where I can sing along, but do I know what the fuck they're talking about? Hells no.

Dance Dance Revolution music KICKS ASS. Go download some. Download some Captain Jack. Captain Jack kicks the ass as well. Captain Jack uncensored, Dream a Dream, Only You. All good stuff. I'm not sure if Only You is Captain Jack, though. Sounds like it. But unsure. Oh, and while you're at it, download Speed Over Beethoven and Dam Dariram. And then for laughs, get the Super Mario Bros. Intro. Good shit.

I'm so excited for hanging out with Seth tomorrow. He's so freakin' cool. I haven't seen him since I went to see Batman Begins with him. Now THAT was an experience. Hanging out with him and Jared all day. Then just him, for like...four hours, while Jared was at work. That was so much fun. We just hung out talking about all sorts of crazy things. Ladies. Fights. Ladies some more. Lots of talk about the opposite sex, really. Then again, we're teenage guys. It's just how it works.

But you know, I spend far too much time thinking about the opposite sex, even for a teenage male. I mean, it's expected, but I think I carry it on a wee bit too far. Oh well. I needs me a girlfriend. With school starting soon, I'll see what I can do.

With the NOT pushover Nate! Shut up, Dave. I'm flinchy, doesn't make me a pushover. Damn commie. I'm working on it. OKAY?! I'm just tired of being pushed around by jackasses I don't know, having people talk about me behind my back, or not even bothering to go behind my back to do it, I'm tired of cocksuckers throwing apple cores at me when I'm wearing a fucking suit, I'm tired of it ALL. I'm sick and fucking tired of being me. So we're going to try it different this time. You'll see Nate angrier and more bitter than ever before! Well, it's very likely, anyway. I get pissed off quite easily. And instead of bottling it up as I've done so many times before, if you piss me off, you'll fucking know it.

Man...My brother's gonna be at that school, too. My brother...Geez. I can't wait to see him in the halls. Here's what'll happen.

Me: *walks down hall. Well, more of a strut, really. Cocky bastard.*
My brother: Also walking down the hall, opposite direction.
Me(to myself): Do mine eyes deceive me? Is that my darling sibling?
My brother: *notices me, tries to cover face*
Me: HEY, ETHAN! I'M RELATED TO YOU!
My brother: *shame*

And that's exactly how it'll go down. Man, I should write plays. I'm like a poet, but less gay.

And in case you're wondering, my mind is sooooooooo fucked right now. My parents found a lot of cheap Coke in Guelph. The beverage, for those of you who are completely and utterly new to this blog and the WONDERFUL LIFE OF NATE!

w00t.

The retreat is at the end of the month! With my youth group and those damn commies from whatever place they're from. Toronto, Burlington, I don't care.

Oh, those fuckers will pay. PAY for that they did to me last time. Well, last time I was there, anyway. Two years ago I went to this retreat. And the kids are all fucking morons. I mean, they pranked the shit out of us. They seiged our cabin for an entire night until our resident angry Irishman smashed his elbow through a glass window and shouted at them.

But I don't care about all of that. That was fun, really. I enjoyed it. But when I go to a camp full of Christians, and the kids from the next cabin enter ours while we're not there and steal my LAST FOUR OR FIVE GODDAMN CANS OF COKE, I get a little FUCKING PISSED OFF!

Oh, I haven't forgotten their crimes of yesteryear. Speaking of which, last year they hit Greg with a roman candle. They would have been VERY fucked up if I had been around to see that. Asses would have been kicked, I tell you.

I will be prepared this time. Oh, how the fuckers will pay. And should they actually go out of their way to cross me, should they lay a single filthy finger on my Coke, I'm going to beat the shit out of them all. They'll rue the day they crossed me.

They'll rue that day, two years ago, when they stole my Coke.

Yeah. I think I'm about done for the night. Don't expect a post tomorrow, as I'll be HANGING OUT WITH SETH! ^_^

Until next time,
Dude...Are you...Are you sure? I mean...How can you even tell? Oh...OH. Oh my. I just...Umm...Carry on.
~Kataron

Never Ending Story

Yeah...So, I never did get started on that new Kataron post. I went to bed just after I finished writing that. My creative juices just weren't flowing.

I was planning on hanging out with El Seth today, but after I crawled out of bed at noon thirty, I found out I couldn't get a ride in 'cause my mom was sick. And then when I called him, it turned out he was going to his cousin's house or something anyway, so we've rescheduled it to Saturday. I can't wait. I haven't seen Seth in forever. And I miss him so.

My day was...Standard. I didn't go outside 'cept when I needed to go down to the store. My brother and mother were both sick. So I took care of 'em. And by that I mean I went down to the store and got my brother some orange pop when he asked me to, and occasionally asked them if they needed anything, to which they invariably replied 'No'. So I just sat in my room watching tv and playing video games all day. It was good, I suppose.

I must admit, I was feeling somewhat under the weather. But not so much as my family. But I was still well enough to play video games and watch tv all day, as well as drinking Coke and eating pizza.

Yeah. I got through some of Dark Alliance, the first one. I decided to go with the archer. Probably a bad choice, as I always end up melee'ing the enemy, but meh. The fighter was a Dwarf. And not a cool Dwarf like Barador Goldhands of Dark Alliance 2! No, that Rogue is interested in the money, and that makes him cool! But he's stereotypically Dwarven. Axe, beard. You know how it goes. Seeing a Dwarf as a rogue, that's a breath of fresh air. That's something I don't see every day. Not like a Dwarven fighter or a Dwarven Cleric.

I tell ya...When I play games like Dark Alliance, all that matters is THE GOLD. I don't care about glory. I don't get about strength. I don't care about adventure, helping people, ANYTHING. I care about making the shinies! If an adventure is optional and does not yield enough gold, I just skip it. If I'm not making a good profit out of an adventure, then why the fuck should I do it? I mean, sure, you can find gold in ANY adventure. But there are certain expenses per adventure. Potions especially. Perhaps new armour, a new weapon, if the enemies are more than you can handle. The weapons and armour can be written up as tax deductible/deducatble (not sure which) 'cause they can help you on other adventures, but the potions are used up in the course of the adventure and don't last at all. This is why I avoid buying antidotes and status ailment stuff altogether. I figure I'll get over it soon enough anyway, don't want to waste the money on it. If you take too much damage and the enemies don't drop enough coin, the adventure isn't worth it. The gold per monster ratio has to be in my favour.

That's how -I- adventure.

Right...So, guess what's AWESOME! I'm getting paid to be Rick tomorrow. Hahaha. I'm house-sitting. Well, dog-sitting. Which means that Eric and I are gonna sit around his house all day playing video games and probably randomly dancing around the house. 'cause that's how WE get things done! Yeah. Together, he and are getting paid forty-five bucks. I know what you're thinking. How exactly do you split that up? Other than the twenty-two point five per person. Twenty bucks a piece and five for Coke. Though, we're probably gonna need more Coke than that. But it's a start. So I'm getting paid to watch the dog and play video games. HOW SWEET IT IS!

Also...There's a kickass new game coming out for PS2. Seth told me about it...What was it...? Radiata Stories, or some such thing. Done by Square Enix, of course! All good RPG's are done by them. It looks pretty awesome. People do stuff throughout the day, they've got schedules. So they'll be different places throughout the day. Also, you can kick stuff. Booyah! AND THERE ARE OVER A HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FIVE CHARACTERS! Holy shit, right? YEAH! That's a fucking LOT of characters. I mean..That's just...Wow. And there I was thinking that freakin' Chrono Cross had a lot of characters. They didn't even break fifty. But a hundred and seventy-five? Man...Madness.

It also seems to be sort of a generic RPG. Dungeons, villians, towns. Those are the best kind. They don't try to screw up the formula that has served them so well. I know I'm going to be making some games like that with Elkon, sticking to the CLASSIC RPG formula that has served us so well for so long.

Games suck these days. Let's face it. I mean, the state of games is just...Ass. I should NOT be able to beat a game in twenty-four fucking hours. That's just wrong. I want to be ENTHRALLED by a game. I want to be drawn in, I want to be able to spend days at a time playing. But no. Most games these days can be beaten in (at the most) a single weekend of hardcore playing. Video game companies just don't seem to take in account the HARDCORE players that exist out there. We eat video games for breakfast and lunch, then have pizza for dinner with a sideorder of caffeine. We WILL sit and play these games for hours on end, spending LARGE portions of the day doing this. And when we can beat a game with relative ease, that is where the designer has failed. I need to be challenged. I need something difficult, something that will take me a while.

And...I'm gonna wander off and do something now. Yeah.

Until next time,
Some days, it just doesn't pay to come back from the dead.
~Kataron