Rise of the Blood God

I AM THE BLOOD GOD! Or something like that.

Back in the library during my last period. Even on the same computer. I have grown fond of this computer.

I'm currently typing up descriptions of each of my classes for my new RP Board, the zombie one. Feel free to check it out. You need an account to post, though. Luckily, accounts are free and easy to get, at Ezboard. So head on down and get an account, then check out the board. There's a general discussion section for getting to know one another, which I deem important if you're going to be surviving a zombie apocalypse together. I'm about to start on the character application as well, so there should at least be a rough application up on the board by the time any of you read this. Please join. You don't have to be good at RP or anything, I just want to get as many people into this game as I can, to make it more exciting. You, the players, will be in some control of the zombies, so you won't always have to wait for me to come and do things. And since it's a more official-style RP board, you don't have to wait on my approval to do things. Do whatever the fuck you want, no more trying to do things. Just keep it realistic, or I'll be forced to strike you down where you stand.

And I'm still pondering on whether or not to add magic into this zombie world. Feel free to add your thoughts or comments, on here, or on the board. I'm gonna get back to the board now, so DIE! I mean...Check it out.

Until next time,
Why the hell would you name a goddamn bird Daisy?
~Kataron

Indeed

Back in the library again. I seem to have made a habit out of coming here last period to do random computery things. I'm far too distracted by other things at home to get a proper blog post done on time, so this gives me the chance that I pass up there. Huzzah!

Yeah.

I have a few things I want to rant about, but unfortunately, I find myself lacking the list that I wrote. It's in my Writer's Craft journal, which I needed to hand in. But yeah. I remember a few of the things. Well, one really. Perhaps others will come to mind.

So, last week was the AEP writing. Annual Education Plan. It's very pointless. The main thing I remember was on the first day, they were calling people down to get theirs. They started with grade nines, and at first it was Mr. Coffey (the unintelligent principal) calling out the homeforms by letter. 9A, 9B, 9C, etc. For a moment, I was impressed. I thought "Mr. Coffey knows the alphebet! Didn't see that coming". But then I realized that he was reading it off a list. Sigh.

Yeah. But the AEP is incredibly pointless. I've lost mine at least every other year since we started getting them, so mine doesn't even have any of the older information in it. I have my goals from last year, and some of my classes, and then I have my revised goals. My goals for last year seemed to involve world domination and other such awesome things. This year, I decided to go down a step. I decided to go with something I could actually do. My main goal for the semester? I want to own a really nice pair of pants. Not just an okay pair of pants. A really nice one. Made of like...Velvet or something. Because we all know I couldn't live in a world without velvet. Seriously, I love velvet. It feels so good. I want an entire outfit made out of the stuff. But I'd settle for a nice pair of pants. Well, I guess some sort of velvet undergarments as well. 'cause it feels so smooth. But yeah. A really nice pair of pants. I want to accomplish this goal by the end of the semester.

And I had one other goal. Do you guys know Kirby? Sure you do. The little pink blob of love that can suck up creatures and absorb their powers. When you beat a level of Kirby, he does a little dance as they play a little song. I want to learn that dance, ladies and gentlemen. I want to learn the Kirby dance.

Now I shall grace you with a new story I'm working on. Yesterday in Writer's Craft, we created new characters by doing character bios for somebody new. I created a 52-year old man named Jack. This is the beginning of his story.

~~~Jack's Story~~~

Three things happened simultaneously, forcing Jack to rouse from his sleep. First, an insistant knocking began to sound from his door. Jack decided that whoever it was must want something, and it probably wasn't important. He ignored it. But then, the phone started to ring. Still not wanting to stand, he decided to let the answering machine get it. But, roused by other events, his parrot began to squak(sp?). The parrot, named Ace for an old army buddy, began spouting random military lingo. His former wife had wanted to name the parrot Daisy. "Who the bloody hell names a goddamn bird Daisy?" he had asked her. They were divorced two months later, and the bird had recieved a proper name. Now it was spouting out scattered military terms, from "Fire in the hole!" to "Medic!".

Jack scowled, but still did not rise. Instead, he turned down his hearing aid. He knew he probably shouldn't sleep with it in, but his paranoia caused him to believe that if he didn't, teenagers would break into his small apartment and do teenage things. Steal, smoke marijuana, and have unprotected sexual intercourse on his couch. Wanting none of these to happen, Jack always slept with his hearing aid in, assuming that he would hear any rowdy teenagers before they ruined his couch. That couch had lasted longer than all three of his previous wives combined.

Lying in bed and ignoring the world around him, Jack began to think of his former wives. He had only ever loved one of them. The first one, Alice. A lovely girl with short blonde hair, he had never been the same since she died in a car accident. He had married again, in a fruitless effort to fill the void left by her death, but it had never worked. He was not ashamed of remarrying, but he found himself ashamed for living so long. It had been ten years since Alice's death, and he was still here. He had outlived friends, military buddies, colleagues, and even his love. One day he believed that he would be reunited with them, but until then he would keep a loaded weapon in every room of his house. Just to be safe.

If he died, he wanted it to be from natural causes. Or in the line of duty. But as he had retired from the military years ago, the latter did not seem to apply anymore.

Wondering what time it was, Jack turned over to look at his alarm clock. It lay in pieces where it normally stood. Then Jack remembered how it had gone off last week while he was trying to sleep, and he had fired three bullets through it with a loaded semi-automatic pistol he kept under his bed. Sighing, he stood and wandered off to the kitchen to check the time. Luckily, it was a small apartment, so he did not have to wander far. Finding that it was nearing noon, Jack grabbed an army ration out of one of his cupboards. His cupboards were filled with stacks and stacks of them, the only semi-real food in his apartment being peanut butter.

Remembering that somebody had attempted to call him earlier, he checked his answering machine and found a message from his grandson, Stephen. The message did not include many details about anything, but Stephen sounded panicked and merely told his grandfather to return to call at some point. Jack picked up the phone and dialed the number, one of the few numbers he knew without having to flip through his little phone book, but he got no reply. He made a note to try again later.

A loud banging began to sound from his door again. Loud voices followed. Being as paranoid as he was, Jack drew a small pistol from a drawer in his kitchen and began towards the door.

~~~End~~~

That's good enough. Only had to be four-hundred words. The first two paragraphs topped two-hundred, so I guess I'm safe.

The period's about over, so I guess I'm done for now.

Battlefront 2 with Rick and Eric tonight. I'm on a team with Rick, against Eric who has had a hell of a lot more practice. But I'll shoot him, I'll shoot him right in the person.

But yeah.

Until next time,
VISIT MY FORUM, BITCHES!
~Kataron

The Final Two

~~~~~The Jester's Tale~~~~~

The jester slipped the small metal pick into the lock, and his face adopted a look fo concentration. He moved the slender pick around in the lock, slowly and methodically, until he heard a small click. A mixture of pleasure, relief, and disappointment filled him as he recalled hearing that the castle had just installed new 'pick-proof' locks. This lock took only a brief moment more than it had the last time he had picked the lock on this door. He pushed the door open, strolled in, and closed it again, hearing another click as the door relocked itself. He then slipped off his claok and tossed it on a nearby chair.

The jester had long since claimed this room as his own, his base of operations. He had another room in the castle, where he officially lived, but he spent most of his time in this room. During the day, he entertained the king by wearing brightly coloured outfits, making jokes, and performing various acrobatic feats. The king loved him. During the night, the jester became a thief, wandering the castle and taking anything of value that he could find. He stored them in this room, hidden within a secret compartment in the floor. Later, he would take the objects out of the castle and sell them to his contacts. It was a good life.

Having removed his brightly coloured attire before leaving his normal room, the jester was now wearing a drab black outfit, perfect for slipping through the shadows.

All of a sudden, a loud thud hit the door. The thud repeated itself, as though somebody was trying to get into the room by smashing through the door rather than opening it. The jester stood immediately and drew two long, thin daggers from his cloak. It wasn't the guard, he knew that much. They had keys.

The thuds continued, occasionally followed by the sound of nails scratching at the door. After about a minute, the noises subsided. The jester cautiously approached the door and pressed his ear against it, and heard somebody trudging away from the room. He waited for a fwe minutes, and opened the door. Peering out into the darkness, he saw nothing. He paused ad listened for a moment, trying to hear the sound of somebody breathing. If anyone was drawing breath out there, he'd hear it. But the hall was silent. There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary. The jester relaxed somewhat, and took a few steps just to check the area a little further. After all, somebody had been out there.

As he passed a particularly thick patch of shadows, two hands shot out of it and grabbed his neck from behind. He instinctively tried to slip out of the grasp, but the hands were far too strong. The jester jumped slightly, forcing his attacker to carry his whole weight, then he brought his legs to his assailant's chest and kicked off of it. Already off balance from the extra weight, the stranger released the jester, and he landed a short distance away, on his feet. Holding his daggers in front of him in an attack position, he readied for battle.

The figure charged towards the jester, his hands held out in front of him. The jester was amazed for a moment that the stranger was not using a weapon. He then came to the decision that anybody foolish enough to attack an armed man without a weapon themselves deserved a dagger in the chest. As the man drew near, the jester plunged one of his twin daggers into the chest of the attacker. It pierced the skin, sinking the entire blade into the man's chest, but the figure did not stop. He didn't even flinch. The jester had only a moment before one of the stranger's arms would be grasping at him again, so he thrust the other dagger into the man, and twisted it violently. There was still no hesitation in the man's attack. He swung one arm at the jester, forcing the jester to retract his daggers and duck under the sweeping arm. Ducking under the groping arm, the jester quickly positioned himself behind the man, and brought both daggers to his throat. He paused for only a moment, but then the man bit into his left arm. The jester brought the daggers into the neck hard. The skin broke easily, like a knife through rotten fruit, and the daggers sliced right through the man's neck. He collapsed in a heap before the jester, and the jester sighed in relief.

Dragging the body away to hide the evidence of a most strange murder, the jester checked the bite on his arm. It had gone right through his cloak and rather deeply into his arm. Not seeing the green tinge of the wound in the poor lighting, he replaced his cloak over the wound and continued to drag the body away.

~~~End~~~

~~~~~The Archer's Tale~~~~~

An arrow sliced cleanly through an apple next to her head as she sat on one of the upper brances of the tree. She aimed an arrow of her own and returned fire. Two apples were impaled by her projectile, and stuck to a tree nearby. She heard a quiet bird call, which was another archer calling out the code for "nice shot". She and half a dozen other archers were positioned in trees along the road that wound through the forest. They were to keep an eye on the trail, and protect a trade caravan from a group of strange bandits that had been reported assaulting the trade caravans in the area. The trade caravans had been on their way to the castle, and though they were well stocked, they could always use fresh supplied. And so they had been sent to protect then route. There were other groups of archers along the trail, and this one was the last before the castle. Not anticipating any action, as it would be taken care of by previous archers, these archers were free to play games to bide their time.

After a few more arrows shot between trees, the archer heard the sound of wheels coming down the trail. She made a shrill whistle and all playful arrows and hushed voices ceased, allowing the natural sounds of the forest to return to the area. The wagon seemed to be moving more quickly than usual. The horse seemed to be in a panic, and it soon became clear why. The driver of the wagon seemed to be missing, and there were four figures chasing the horses. The archer wondered how these men had survived past the other archers, but didn't ponder on it for long. Making another encoded bird call, she told the other archers to take aim. She was the leader of the party, so she had to issue the orders. She picked her own target, a tall thin man, and fired a warning shot. The man was unresponsive to the arrow fired immediately in his path, and continued shambling towards the wagon. Sighing, the archer made another bird call, telling the others to let loose their volleys. Six arrows shot out from different directions, and all hit the targets on various parts of the body. But strangely, the targets were not even fazed. They continued shambling towards the wagon, not even seeming to realize that there were arrows sticking out from them.

Not fully understanding what was going on, the archer made another call, ordering the others to fire again. They did so, as the figures began to pass by their trees, but only one of the men fell dead after a lucky arrow went through his head. Understanding began to dawn on the archer as she fired her own arrow into the tall man's head. He fell down and stopped moving. The others, watching, seemed to catch on, and began to aim at the heads of the bandits. They were soon slain, and the trail seemed to be clear.

The archer began to make the "nice shot" bird call, to tell the others that they had done a good job, but she stopped halfway through, as she saw another figure trudging down the trail. Aiming one of her arrows, she fired and impaled the bandit's head. Then two more figures emerged. Then three more. This continued until there were dozens of them visible on the trail, following the wagon to the castle. The archer fired two more arrows, and took out two more of them, before she realized that she was out of arrows.

Her companions were soon without arrows as well. She considered leaving the tree to try to get to the castle to warn them, but there were far too many of them. They were forced to watch a seemingly endless trail of slow, trudging figures march towards the castle.

Green Eyes

Hey hey.

I am now officially back home. Partially relieved from that, since I'm oh-so-tired and it'll be good to actually get a good night's sleep and all that, but mostly I miss Esmee.

Friday was the first time I actually spent the night at her house, whereas she's spent the night quite a few times at mine. I always end up on the couch, though. But oh well, I'm a gentleman, so it's all good.

DANANANANA WOMBAT!

Sorry. I'm three parts tired, one part wired, and thirty-eight parts dead freakin' sexy. Oh yeah.

Umm...Not sure what I should be rantin' about.

Um.

So today I got up, and Esmee was cookin'. She's got a food and nutrition course, you see, and a project she had was that she had to make a meal for her entire family. She ended up with turkey with a teriyaki(sp?) glaze, bruchetta(sp?), and some random vegetable-style stuff. And she worked damn hard on everything, too. While I sat and watched her while playing Age of Empires on her computer. AND I LOST. WHAT THE FUCK?! Those bastard Persians must have snuck up behind me and slain Atilla while I was laying siege to the damn Romans or whatever the fuck they were. FUCK. And I had spent well over an hour on the level, getting everything perfectly set up. Knights, Cavalry Archers, Mangonels, Petards (little guys with barrels that go BOOM!) and then probably some other guys.

Oh, I had some priests. They convert the enemies and make them serve the new God. ME! Though how I converted elephants, I'll never know.

I mean, how the fuck do you convert an elephant? It's not even like it's a dog or something. You can train those easy. Or a parrot. Those fuckers can talk. But an elephant? I mean, maybe if it wasn't fucking huge and trying to run you down. I mean, how do you do that? Yell bible verses at the elephant until they accept Kataron as their own personal saviour?

I dunno, it's weird.

Anyways, the turkey was about all I was willing to eat. But that was okay, because the turkey was fucking delicious. And I mean, I don't even really like turkey that much. It's been done to death for holiday meals. But this turkey breast was soooo good. :D

She served it to her grandmother, her parents, her sister, myself, and herself. We all loved it. I expect she'll get damn good marks, after all the work she put into that. Yeah.

Then we watched tv, did other random things, talked to people, and then watched the Hulk. I hadn't seen that movie, interestingly enough. It kinda fucked up partway through though, and the movie turned black and white. It was very dramatic, but irritating. Oh well. Then Esmee and I went and bought some PEROGIES! Then we got back, finished Hulk, made perogies, and watched The Neverending Story in her room.

When it was done, her dad drove me home and I fought a pack of ninjas in a high-speed car chase. HIYA!

Yeah.

So I'm home now, and tired and wired and man the weekend was great.

But so much stuff happened, it feels like the show was forever ago. It was so good though. I forgot my demo CD at Esmee's, though. Oh well, she lives a few minutes away from school. Whatever. I listened to it enough while I was there anyway. Well, kinda. You can never listen to it enough. So good.

Oh, and I renamed my penis. He's been called a lot of things over the years. The first official name he held was 'The Love Wand'. I found it amusing. Then I changed it to 'The KataWang'. Kata seemed the appropriate prefix, what with me being Kataron and adding Kata to things. But it just didn't sum it up well enough. So the new name for my wang is....

EXCALIBUR!

All in caps. With an exclamation mark. Cool!

*insert randomly crappy sexual joke relating sexual intercourse to the sheathing of a sword*

I should go sleep now.

Until next time,
But why was it in the projector box?
~Kataron

The Physics of Morality

Hey hey, folks.

'tis I. Yes, I'm not dead. Ye may rejoice.

The show last night was FRIGGIN' AWESOME. Yeah. You should all check out the Myspace of Lincoln's Revenge, for it has the songs up on it now. Listen to them.

But yeah, they were really awesome. Despite some technical difficulties on the part of Andy's mic. But it was still awesome. There seemed to be more people there than for the other bands. And lots of people seemed to clear out after they played, including me, so I don't even know how many people stuck around for the 'main' band. Yeah, they were that awesome. And Seth did a fantastic number near the end, wherein he looked to the audience, brought back a lady (by the name of Jackie or some such spelling. The lady that was supposed to come by and watch cartoons with us last Saturday.) and then did a little thing where he asked her out or something and got SHOT DOWN, and then the song played and it was sad but good. I love Seth.

Oh, and for those of you who have not yet seen me, ye shall be surprised come Monday. Yes. I've somehow grown even more attractive. Attractiver, as it were. That is now a word.

I'm still at Esmee's. Yep. And we rented I Heart Huckabees. WHEEE! Such a good movie. She hasn't seen it yet. I saw it last week. At Seth's. <3. I've basically been here since the end of school yesterday, 'cept for when Esmee and I went back to my place to help my mother dearest put up some Christmas decorations. And we listened to George Carlin while we did it, on some CD that my dad has. Hell yes. It was awesome. He's such a funny comedian. Yep. Then we came here again on the back of a flying elephant. As it moved, it made a strange noise that sounded like what I assume a robot would sound like having sex. WEIRD!

Yeah.

..What?

I have yet to discuss the Xbox 360 release since it happened?

Weird.

Well, let's discuss it.

FUCK YOU, MICROSOFT.

There.

So, the Xbox was released first out of the next gen systems. Congrats, Bill. This gives you a heads-up on the next-gen war, but this doesn't make you the victor. Just wait until Sony brings out their PS3. And you can't fuck with Nintendo. You just can't. They've been around since forever, and they've got the weird ideas that are innovative and AWESOME.

Many lost faith in Nintendo when the Gamecube hit the market, because it seemed such an odd system. To those of you that did not give it a try based on it's appearance and size, FOR SHAME! 'twas an amazing system, as is expected from Nintendo. To those that laughed at the DS commercials, and thought the idea of a stylus was stupid, FOR SHAME! 'tis an amazing system, as is expected from Nintendo! Their off-the-wall ideas make them one of the more interesting companies, and all us nerds do love them so. <3 Nintendo.

Anyways, this is only the beginning of the war. Once the PS3 and Revolution hit the market, THEN BAM! We'll see what's what.

Did you know that for each Xbox 360 that's sold, Microsoft loses money? It's true.

Did you know that some of the Xbox 360's are fucking up already? It's true.

Did you know that Bill Gates, along with the CEO of EA, and the president of Pepsi, are all together Satan? It's true.

Do not doubt my word, for the word of Nate is truth. And love. AND CHOCOLATE!

Yeah.

I'll probably continue to comment on the Xbox 360 as I gather information about it, but until then I won't bother all that much.

Yes.

I'm going to go fight evil now.

Bye.

Until next time,
Two plus two is three. You disagree? Death!
~Kataron

Untitled, Bitch.

Yeah...

I had been meaning to do a blog post last night. Really I meant to. But then I got distracted. Giant fiery demons and whatnot. You know how it goes. I had to save the realms and all that jazz.

But ha! You didn't expect me to post now, did you?! I hope not. That'd be weird.

Anyways, yeah. It's currently last period, and I'm not under the stairs as per usual. I have taken residence on one of the library computers, and am hoping I don't get kicked off and replaced by somebody meaning to do 'actual work'. Bastards. It's not like anybody ever does work on the library computers anyway. All they ever do is google something, and then stop caring shortly afterwards.

My Writer's Craft Portfolio Piece has evolved somewhat, though. Whereas it was originally to be just a short story revolving around the world in which the new RP is going to take place, it has been replaced by introductions of each of the character types. The classes, as it were. The King one has been posted already, but I have also written one for the Knight, the Squire, and am in the process of writing one for the Alchemist. I'm quite fond of the Alchemists.

I'm deliberating whether or not to add magic into this world. It could be strictly medieval against zombies, but it could have some magic added in. Magic turns it into fantasy, whereas I would not define zombies as fantasy, but yeah. Not sure. We'll see, I guess. I'm thinking I might add it, but I won't make magic a major thing. It could be rather hidden, unknown. Mayhap I'd give the Alchemist some magical abilities, or perhaps I'll create a new class altogether.

Either way, I've decided to avoid the M-Word for the purposes of this Portfolio Piece. Yeah.

So without further ado, I shall now type of what I've written over the last couple of days. Mind you, I cut out before the characters actually engage the zombies. It's mainly written to entice you readers into this game that I've spent so much effort on in the past few days. But yes, on with the show.

Ahem.

~~~The Knight's Story~~~

As the sun was just beginning to set, a lone knight continued to practice with his sword. A wooden dummy stood before the knight, covered in cuts and nicks from the knight's long blade. The knight lunged towards the dummy, stabbing at it. The blade went into the wood, meeting little resistance from the dummy's wooden flesh. As the blade made contact with the wood, it made a loud 'thunk' noise, and startled a flock of birds out of a nearby tree. The knight then pulled his sword from the dummy, and in one fluent motion slashed his sword at the dummy's head. The top of the wooden head came off cleanly, severing just above the dummy's painted eyes. Usually the knights shows restraint on the dummy, to make it last as long as possible. But not this knight. And not this time. The dummy had been on it's last legs for two weeks now, and none of the knights had bothered to finish it off, for fear of the consequences. It was a tradition among the knights that the one who finishes off the dummy most contrust a new one as replacement. This particular knight had already seen to the construction of a new battle dummy, and was therefore free to dispose of the old one.

This knight had beent rainted to battle many foes. Barbarians, soldiers, archers, anything that had been thrown his way had been slain without a second thought. On the battlefield, he was ruthless and efficient, merciless and deadly. Off the battlefield, he was a husband and a father. His small family of a wife and two young children lived in the nearby village. He had become a knight to protect his family, and he had risen quickly in the ranks.

He moved back to a casual attack stance, and prepared for his next blow. The dummy was a fairly good replica of a real opponent, though the knight would have preferred somebody that would defend themselves, or fight back. The knight charged, swinging his blade in a manner that would seem wild to the untrained onlooker, and delivered a series of well-aimed hits to the dummy. The blade struck the wood with a series of loud thuds that drove any remaining birds from nearby trees. The dummy's arms fell to the ground, severed, and the knight continued his assault.

Chopping and hacking at the wood, the knight took a quick step back and swung his blade in a long arc, hitting the dummy in the neck and sending the remnants of its wooden head flying.

The knight then sheathed his sword and walked towards a tree that archers used for target practice. It was then that he noticed a man in a dark cloak watching him from a distance. The man began to walk towards him in a trudging fashion, not speaking.

"Hello?" the knight tried.

He got no response, as the stranger continued his death march.

Narrowing his eyes, the knight placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

~~~~~~~~~End~~~~~~~~~

Yeah. That's the Knight's Story, next comes the Squire. For those of you that I would classify as 'the unwashed masses', that don't know just what a squire is, a squire is a young boy that is being trained to become a knight. They get apprenticed to knights, where they learn the trade, and help the knight with things like getting his armour on. Then they themselves become knights, and get their own squires. Snazzy, huh?

~~~The Squire's Tale~~~

The squire sat in a small room of the castle, nursing numerous bruises and welts on his arm from the day's training. Training with the other squires was always rough, but everybody wanted their chance to be a knight. This squire in particular desired to be a knight. He was the youngest of the squires, and was already on par with his older companions. Unfortunately, this was not well-liked by the others, so he was constantly picked on and bullid. But that didn't deter the young squire from his goal. All that mattered to him was becoming a knight. He had given up his entire life for this.

And it had paid off.

The young squire was apprenticed to one of the knights already. It was rough, and he still had to trainw ith the other squires, but he didn't care. He would accept their scorn with his head held high, because he was going to be a knight.

He was being trained in all of the formal weapons. One-handed swords, for ballanced offense and defense and the ability to hold a shield as well. Two-handed swords and axes, for purely offensive attacks. Bows and crossbows for ranged combat. If he was to be a knight, he would have to master them all. For now, he was but a novice.

A noise sounded from the hallway outside of the room. Nobody was supposed to be awake in this part of the castle this late at night, though. Deciding that it could be trouble, he grabbed a small hand-axe that was hanging on a nearby wall, and crept towards the door. Opening it slowly, he stepped outside and peered towards the source of the noise.

Darkness.

Another sound came from behind him. He turned slowly, and just barely saw a door behind him close. He walked slowly towards the door, and pressed his ear against it. He heard a struggle, a muffled cry for help. And then silence.

The squire opened the door, hoping that he was not too late. Inside the room, the body of another squire was lying on the floor, with a figure hunched over it. The figure moved in an odd fashion, and made strange noises. Hearing the door open, the figure looked up at him. An inhuman face started at him. Blood dripped down the figure's chin, from a large wound in the squire that this creature seemed to be feeding from.

Well, that squire wouldn't be troubling him anymore. He hend his axe at the ready, and prepared for what would come next.

~~~~~~~~~End~~~~~~~~~

Yeah. That'd be the Squire's story. I've also begun on the Alchemist's story, but I only have about half a page of it left.

I might as well work on the Alchemist story now, then.

~~~The Alchemist's Tale~~~

A small explosion covered the alchemist's lab with a thick purple powder. He sighed exhaling some of the powder.

What had gone wrong?

Not enough knightsbane, he decided, and grabbed a jar of the red herb while muttering to himself about the prices of herbs these days. Luckily, this alchemist was employed by the king, to make any motions or transmutations that the king desired. Since the king had not been present for the past month or so, the alchemist had been left to his own desires. And an alchemist with unlimited resources and no goal can be a very dangerous tool indeed. The roof above his lab had needed to be patched at least six times in the last month, and explosions only seemed to happen more and more frequently.

An alchemist's lab is domain. Potions lined the walls, all labelled and placed on shelves by coulour. The shelves themselves were covered by a thick layer of glass, to protect them from explosions such as the one that had just shaken the walls.

A small whistle sounded, and the alchemist hurried towards a large fireplace on the wall. He picked him a long pair of tongs with his bandaged fingers, and lifted a small pot from the fire with the tongs. Using the tongs, he poured the bright green contents of the pot into three smaller bottles.

He then took a moment to behold his latest creation. He had recorded the exact ingredients, and the exact method of preparation he had used. Now it was time for the moment of truth.

He picked up the first bottle, and poured it slowly onto the a nearby table. The table did not melt. The table did not burst into flames. The table did nothing.

The alchemist sighed.

The alchemist did not actually know what this potion would do. It was an experiment of his. He could only hope that something interesting would happen. If it did, he would know the way to make more. But to the intelligent mind of the alchemist, he knew that anything that turned bright green would have some sort of effect on something. The trick was finding out exatly what it did.

He then picked up the second vial, and brought it towards his mouth. Then he remembered what had happened the last time had consumed one of his experiments. He shuddered at the memory, and put the bottle down. There was another test he could do without drinking it.

He picked up the third bottle, and threw it across the room, at one of the walls. As the bottle made contact, another explosion sounded and the room was filled with a thick green smoke. Coughing, the alchemist tried to clear the smoke from the room with some flailing arm motions. This did not work. When the smoke finally cleared, he viewed the damage. There was a large hole in the wall, which looked like it was melting. The alchemist looked for a moment at the bottle he had been about to drink, and then took a small knife and scratched the word 'Boom' onto the bottle. He then placed it with the other green potions behind the layer of glass, and went about beginning another batch.

He never saw the figure behind the wall that had just been hit by the potion. The potion had gone right through the wall, soaking a figure behind it. The figure had melted instantly, without even making a sound. The alchemist continued his potion-making, completely unknowing of what he had just done.

~~~~~~~~~End~~~~~~~~~

It was a ZOMBIE! Get it? Yeah.

Anyways, the period is about over, so I should probably head off soon. I have another couple minutes though, so I'll rant and rave a little more.

But...About what?

I have a lot of planned rants, but the majority of them are in my other notebook, which I handed in for Writer's Craft. And a bunch of them, I just don't have time to do right now.

So I'll bitch about people in the library.

I can understand why the librarians are always so angry. These people are stupid. They never shut up, going on and on about things that don't matter as loudly as they can. And then others have to speak even more loudly simply to be heard by the other person.

And people talk about personal things, not really caring that they're in a crowded fucking room, where anybody can hear them. I don't want to hear bout how drunk you're planning on getting this weekend, I don't want to hear about how your boyfriend is doing, I JUST DON'T CARE. I know, I know, the speaking isn't directed at me, but I can sure as hell hear it. Just shut the fuck up, people. Shut the fuck up and die.

Anyways, the class is just about over, so I'm off.

Continue fighting the power and whatnot, I'll see if I can get on-line later maybe.

Until next time,
I hate stupid people. I hate them so much.
~Kataron

Final Distance

*groans loudly*

I was supposed to work on Writer's Craft homework tonight, or work on the forum, or do a new real post, but instead I decided to play Gauntlet and talk to Esmee on the phone.

It's not particularly late, but I'm tired as hell and my stomach has begun to act up. I don't really feel like writing a new big post. But fear not, I shall make time tomorrow in order to give you readers a good post, which you most certainly deserve. And since I'm probably going to be busy this weekend, hanging out with Esmee and the like, I doubt I'll have time for real posts then. Yes. Oh, and I'll be at the Lincoln's Revenge show on Friday, so I won't have a chance to post then either.

But my stomach feels bad...Nate go now.

Until next time,
Don't hold yourself like that. You'll hurt your knees.
~Kataron

Automatic

I'm fucking tired.

Very fucking tired.

Yeah. That's about it.

I was working more on the new zombie RP. I'm setting up classes and equipment and all that other good stuff that should be in video games. That's what I want it to be like, a video game. A really super-cool video game with all those good video game things. Mmmm...

But yeah. If I hadn't mentioned it yet, I'm tired. And therefore am just going to sleep soon. I'll finish off the rules for the zombie RP tomorrow, and then I'll put them up on the forum and link you guys to it. Please, feel free to join. You don't have to be good at RP, you just have to be super-cool. That's all it takes.

Something something Nate sleep something something new post tomorrow...

Yeah.

Until next time,
Get the fuck off my lawn.
~Kataron

Work Period!

Greetings, all. Yes, 'tis I. During school! We're in a computer lab for a work period, and I like doing my work through Blogger better than just in WordPerfect. This way, I can get the chance to have you people edit it almost immediately.

Anyways, this Portfolio Piece, worth seven percent of my final mark, is due on Thursday for editing. And quite frankly, I don't know what I'm doing yet.

I was originally intending to write a piece of erotica, but I don't have time to make a good one now, so I'll have to save that for my next Portfolio Piece.

But what to do?

I could do a short story, with the Adventures of Kataron. I could, I could...Or I could write a story revolving around the new Zombie RP I have in mind, where zombies are defending a castle. Hell, I could do poetry if I wanted to. But I don't like poetry, so I won't. So let's see...Kataron, or zombies.

Actually, I like the thought of doing a Zombie Story. I mean, I've written so many Kataron stories, it just doesn't work as well anymore. And this Zombie Scenario is fresh in my mind, so...Why not?

And thus begins an epic.

~~~The Currently Untitled But Really Cool I Promise Zombie Story~~~

The sun rose over the hills bordering the castle, the light shining through over the peasants, who were already hard at work. It was another average day for them, tending to their crops, visiting the market, and anything else that a peasant might do. For royalty, on the other hand, it was a different story.

The prince of the kingdom, known as Benjamin, the heavy drapes on his window prevented the sun from shining through and disturbing his slumber. Like every morning, Benjamin did not feel the need to arise until one of his servants woke him with some important piece of news pertaining to the kingdom. This did not usually happen, so Benjamin was free to sleep as long as he wanted. Especially since his father was away on a diplomatic mission to the neighbouring(sp?) country, so Benjamin did not have him breathing down his neck, trying to turn him into the best prince possible, so as to become the best king possible. This meant lessons in etiquette(sp?), diplomacy, fencing, and any manner of other things that a king might need to know. His father had been gone for over a month now, and Benjamin was just settling into a regular routine of doing nothing. It should be another good month before his father was back, assuming that diplomacy did not fail him.

Benjamin was just settling into his bed for another hour of sleep when his heavy drapes were thrown aside, covering his room with blinding light. Benjamin immediately sat up and covered his eyes, too blinded to see what bumbling servant had done the grave mistake of opening the drapes.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Benjamin demanded loudly, trying to use the same voice of dominance and control that his father was so adept at.

He got no reply, but was grabbed violently by his wrist and pulled out of bed, onto the cold stone floor of the castle. He began to stand, but was pushed down again by a single strong hand. He opened his mouth to speak again in outrage at whoever was doing this to him, but then he got a good look at the man that had barged into his room, and his words were caught in his throat.

"F-Father? I thought you weren't due back for another month..." He whimpered, fully aware that this was only the beginning of his punishment.

"I left early," came the reply, "and I've heard that you've been refusing to take your lessons. Is that correct?"

"I...Well...I..." Was all Benjamin could manage. He had been neglecting all of his studies while his father was away, choosing to relax and have fun instead of honing himself into the man he would need to be if he was ever to become King.

"Well," came the booming voice that Benjamin had tried to muster earlier, "you're going to make up for lost time on your lessons. In fact, I have them all lined up now. Go to the courtyard, your fencing instructor(sp?) is waiting. You're going to be there for a while."

Benjamin's shoulder slumped. He knew he was beaten. He could not argue with his father, the King. His word was law. He dressed himself slowly, under the wrathful glare of his father, and trudged off to his lesson.

...

Meanwhile, in the town that bordered the castle, a stranger in a long cloak trudged down the street. Finding the rays of the sun unpleasant, he stumbled into a back alley. Finding a drunk peasant passed out in the alley, the man in the cloak knelt down in front of him and grabbed his wrist with a grip that could not be broken. The peasant awoke instantly, and looked into the face of the stranger for a moment before a guttural scream rose in his throat. The stranger grabbed the peasant's neck with his free hand, cutting off all sounds from him except for a gurgling. Snapping the peasant's neck, the stranger bit into the man's arm, ripping and tearing at the flesh with his teeth. When the stranger had eaten his fill, which was very little, he left the corpse of the man in the alley, turned on its side, hiding the wound to his arm.

People later walked by the corpse and, knowing the man, assumed him to be passed out.

When night was beginning to fall, the man rose from the alley and stumbled onto the street, in search of food.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Class Over~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Well, that's the beginning of it. So as not to host another confusing blog-based RP, I've set up a forum for the new Zombie RP to take place on. Those interested will have to create Ezboard accounts, but this is easy and free. I shall work more on the forum later, and post the url tonight.

But, as class is just about to end, I must post this and prepare to be off to meet with my lovely lady-friend.

Until next time,
There's a little zombie in all of us, just waiting to be set free.
~Kataron

Sixteen Military Wives

A good eve to thee, oh readers. I like that word, thee. It can be singular OR plural. Yay!

Yeah. So my day was pretty average today. WITH ONE MAIN DIFFERENCE! Today, I came up with a wonderful, magical idea ^_^

My blog is going to host the FIRST OFFICIAL NATE AWARDS! Yes, that's right. I'm egotistical enough to make up my own awards. Oh yes.

But I'm going to have to rely heavily on you, my wonderful readers! I want you to nominate people, suggest other categories, and other such things. And don't suggest topics that you're the only real choice in, because I'll pick somebody else just to spite you. *sticks his tongue out at you*

Anyways, the topics so far...There's thirty-six of them.

The awards so far are as follows:

• Most Honourable Jew
• Favourite Brown Kid (Not trying to be racist or anything, just making sure this is clear :p.)
• Favourite Smoker
• Best Iowaian (since there seem to be at least two of you reading my blog...)
• Best Owen Impersonator(sp?)
• Most Lonely
• Worst Rob
• Best Breakfast Cereal
• Coke
• Most Devout Catholic
• Best Zombie
• Favourite Boobs
• Best Niner
• Best Ten
• Best Eleven
• Best Twelver
• Best Victory Lapist
• Least Number of roads walked down before you can call him a man
• Nate
• Mortal Enemy
• Most Failtastic
• Best Dressed
• Suckiest Principal
• Bestest Principal
• Most Humiliated
• Best Food Basics Person
• Most Emo
• Most Judgemental
• Sexy
• Most Likely to Succeed(sp?)
• Not Gonna Get Any
• Best Nate Impression
• Favourite Nerd
• Most Likely To Go Insane And Kill Everybody
• Manliest
• Most Bitchy

So yeah. If anybody wants to nominate anybody for any of these awards, or suggest other topics and then nominate people, okay. I'm going to probably get my webcam back from James and family, and take pictures of me giving certificates to anybody that wins. Yay!

If you need explanations for any of them, just ask...I know some people won't get all of them. Like the Owen Impersonator(sp?). Owen's a weird kid. As an example of the things he says, we were talking about Passion of the Christ, because he was whipping the floor with the cord of some cheap speakers, and he said that he could have been the whip person in the movie. He kept whipping the floor and saying 'PAIN!' rather loudly. He decided that if he was, he would have rushed out while Jesus was on the cross, and started whipping him some more. Then Mel Gibson would have said, and I quote, "Wait a minute...That wasn't in the Bible...". Yeah. That's Owen. Weird kid.

And other awards are pretty self-explanatory. Coke, for example. Coke Wins! Yay!

Oh, and I hung out with Rick/Eric/Dave tonight. 'twas fun. We played Halo 2. Dave has some interesting map ideas. There was one called Tower of Power, if I'm not mistaken, where shields were pretty much disabled and death happened lots. Oh, and the only weapons were magnums and shotguns. Snazzy! But that was nothing compared to the Zombie match. It was insane. Okay, so we had four players. One team had three people. This was the human team. They used only magnum pistols. The other one player was the zombie, who used an energy sword. As the zombie killed more people, they would switch teams and weapons, and join the zombie in killing off the rest of the humans. Then after the last human was killed, that human became the beginning zombie for the next match, and the others returned to human form.

It was pretty ingenius for a map idea. I mean, the energy sword wielded by the zombies is only close range, like the zombie's general attack of hands and yes. The humans only use pistols, making them able to attack from a distance, but they're not too powerful. It was awesome.

Then Dave and Eric left to go to their Cell Group, and Rick and I played Gauntlet for the PS2 for a while. Unfortunately, this is pretty much a straight remake of the version for the N64. Just graphically better. Oh well, still fun when playing with others. I brought the game home with Rick's memory card to try to unlock more characters. Which I did! I unlocked the Minotaur and the Medusa. Snazzy! ^_^

Oh, and about the Zombie RP. Umm...I'm kinda really tired of the old one, to be honest with you. I'm going to put that one on hiatus, and let it hang out unused for a while longer. Because I have something new, something crazy!

Okay, so after Eric and Dave left Rick's house, we got to talking. We talked about zombies, and about how Rick's house is not suited for zombie defense at all. Then we thought, what does? And it struck us. A CASTLE.

Welcome to the new RP.

It's way back in the past, no guns, no cars, no internet, no hygiene(sp?). The weapons of the day are swords, maces, daggers, pikes, bows, and crossbows. As well as numerous other various pointy weapons. We all know that it's dangerous to get in close with zombies, but these people would have some fairly good armour, and they'd be very well trained in their weapons of choice..So it would be interesting to see, at least.

So that's the RP. You're in a castle. You take the role of somebody in the castle. A knight, a squire, a peasant, a prostitute (*thrust thrust thrust*), whatever. I may even name one of you King. How cool would THAT be?! Yeah!

Basically, I'm going to control the zombies, and I'm going to subject the castle to a number of attacks, ranging from 'pathetic' to 'OH DEAR SWEET LORD WE'RE GONNA DIE'. I'm going to draw up a map of the castle and the surrounding areas, and put it up on here. Your actions as the characters are going to determine what happens. If the zombies take the town. If the zombies break into the castle. How far they get into the castle. Where you make your stand. One bad player can fuck it up for the lot of you. You get to post and talk and discuss your actions with the other players, and decide on a course of action to deal with the zombie threat.

But of course, you will have no classic knowledge of zombies. You won't know that headshots will bring them down, that they're nigh-impervious to pain, and that one bite will convert you to their dire cause.

Oh fuck, this is gonna be fun. I'm excited. Gonna work out more details tomorrow, and post again. If you're interested, leave a comment. I wanna see how many people want to play this game. Tell your friends. The more of you there are, the higher your chances for survival. Unless they're stupid.

Nate sleep now.

Until next time,
The wizards of fantasy are the equivalent of today's nerds. Basically, we fucking rule.
~Kataron

Volcano

I'm still alive, honest...

I'm sorry, I've just been away all weekend. Hangin' with the Seth-Meister. Then with Esmee today. But all shall be explained right presently...Forgive any errors, gramatical, spelltacular or otherwise, for I am operating on very little sleep.

Yes.

Anyways, my mother dearest gave me a ride into Cambridge, where I met up with the Sethinator. His parents were out of town until Saturday afternoon, so we had the house to ourselves.

Our supplies included:

- 27 cans of Coke
- One bag of chips
- Movie: 'Ju-On: The Grudge' original Japanese version with subtitles.
- Movie: 'I heart Huckabees'
- Movie: 'Mean Creek'
- Lots of Kraft Dinner
- Love in our hearts

With these supplies on hand, we set about our appointed tasks.

First we hung out in Seth's room for about two and a half hours, swapping manly stories and something something Seth guitar. It was fun. But apparently there had been a criminal on the loose in the area, which Seth/Scott/Seth's sister had seen. Wearing a ski mask, he was walking down the street. When a car drove by slowly, as though looking for somebody, he bolted. He ran. Into somebody's house. He was then chased out by dogs. That's when Seth's story ended, so I can only assume that at this point he tunneled deep within the earth, swearing to return one day and have his revenge. Anyways, I made sure the door was locked, and then more talking/music. 'twas good.

Then we decided that food was in order.

After the twenty-seven cans of Coke were arranged on the floor to spell out 'Nate', we set about making Kraft Dinner. Then we watched The Grudge, the Japanese one. It was actually pretty freaky. That combined with the lack of parents in the house, multiplied by the noises coming from the house, to the exponent of the criminal spotted in the area recently, divided by the time the door was unlocked while Seth and I were upstairs. It was pretty freaky, all in all.

But then. Oh, then. Then we watched I Heart Huckabees. Three words. THAT MOVIE WAS FUCKING AWESOME! *counts* ...DAMMIT! But man, oh fucking man, was it ever good. Right Seth? YEAH!

Man. So good.

Then we slept. For the next day held cartoons and a possible visit from a friend of Seth's, so SLEEP!

When we awoke, it was Saturday. It was also Saturday when we went to bed, but disregard that fact. Anyways, we got up and watched a bunch of cartoons. It was fun! Seth's friend Jackie or some such name was supposed to show up, but after a while she called and informed us that her face had died and that she couldn't make it. Or she slept in and couldn't come, I forget which. So we continued watching tv and then Matt came and took Seth away to a photo shoot for their band, Lincoln's Revenge. So I was left alone at Seth's house for about an hour. So naturally I had a SEXY PARTY. And by that I mean I played We Heart Katamari for the next four hours until I beat it. Yep. Seth got home and napped, and then we decided 'HEY LET'S GO SEE THE NEW HARRY POTTER MOVIE' which turned out to be a notsogreat idea. We got there, and it was entirely sold out. All other shows around the same time were already either playing or sold out. So I played four rounds of DDR, one with Seth, and remembered that 'HEY! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND IN THE AREA!', called her house, and then caught two buses down to hang out with her.

She hadn't met Seth yet, so she was in for a treat. We met and hung out and Courtney was there and we went to Tim Horton's and both ladies fell madly in love with Seth. It's to be expected with that kid. Then Esmee's dad drove us to where Seth's dad was taking us back to Cambridge, and we went back to Cambridge. Then we hung out on-line for a bit and then when everybody went to bed, we watched Mean Creek. DAMN that was a good movie. It was very emotional, and all of the acting was inredibly well done.

Then Seth was like "I'm a little baby and I'm tired and oh Nate, you're so much manlier than me and I love you and here have a medal *hands Nate a medal*". In those exact words. Then he slept, and I played Ratchet and Clank for two hours. 'CAUSE I'M MANLY! YEAH! and then I feel asleep in chair.

Seth and I woke up. Saturday was mysteriously missing, replaced by Sunday. I swore to investigate, but then got distracted. I gathered an intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants and....err..I gathered my things, and we were off, off to church. Seth's parents are both pastors, so Seth and I went and got some coffee. I got a French Vanilla capetc. Good times.

Then church! While people were setting up, I wandered a bit with Matt's girlfriendlady, and checked out the hotel's gift shop. That's right, the church is held in a hotel. WHAT?! Yeah. And I saw the most amusing thing ever. It was a fake rose. Plastic stem, plastic leaves. And can you guess what the flower was? Can you guess what made up the red? It was lingerie. No lie. A lingerie rose. Hell yeah!

Then church. I sat at the back and imagined a pool being right above where the church was, and water breaking in, and me using my magical abilities to stop the flow of water. But wait! The doors are locked! Magically! Unlock spell, doesn't work! MAGIC MISSILE! The doors are blown open. Everybody rushes out, I release the water, I save the day. Esmee is there for some reason and the hero gets a kiss.

Yeah, this is what I think about. I wish I was joking, and that the entire thing I just said hadn't gone through my head. But it did. Sigh.

Then I got a ride back into Guelph with a french dude and his wife. They were pretty nice. They dropped me off at Ross at my request, and I walked to Esmee's house. I stayed there for about an hour, then we set off in search of a land of mystery and monkies wearing bathing suits. We ended up in Kitchener, at the residence of some of Esmee's relatives. The first glimpse I got of her uncle was him with no shirt on, wearing only jeans and suspenders. And he's a very large man. Very, very large. But hilarious!

It was interesting, meeting some of her family. Interesting indeed.

More on that later probably, because FUCK am I tired.

Don't worry, kiddies, I still care about this blog. I have a bunch of rants planned out, some that could get rather lengthy, and I expect another Kataron chapter soon, and probably another Zombie post so Eric won't bother me anymore about one.

But for now, I'm probably gonna sleep or something.

Until next time,
Just take your top off and everything will be all right.
~Kataron

Aeris' Death

Hey hey.

You know, an idea struck me today. Whilst I was listening to Ms. Large drone on about things I didn't care about over the announcements, I decided that I should do those announcements. Her voice just...I dunno, bugs me. I don't really listen to her announcements. So clearly, I should do them. Eh? EH?! That'd be snazzy, I tell ya. I doubt they'd let me, though. Bastards.

Anyways, yeah. My day went...meh today.

At the beginning of the day, Esmee did not seem to be in a particularly happy mood, so I hung out with her and tried to make her feel better. After first period, she went home. I walked her home, as it is only a short distance away from the school. After dropping her off at her house, I returned to the school to hang out with Wyatt and Justin. They both bought the new Mario Kart DS game. It looked pretty goddamn snazzy. There's the balloons in the battle mode that are basically your health in the battle, and you only started with one balloon. Well, you had five, but only one was blown up. To blow up the other ones, you actually have to blow into the mic. How fucking awesome is THAT?!

Then lunch came. It wasn't very entertaining without Esmee, so I went to check on her at her place. She seemed a bit better, but was still not feeling particularly good. I hung out there for around half an hour, then returned to school, and went to Writer's Craft after trying to kill some people.

Then last period came around, and I went back to Esmee's to check up her. She was feeling better than earlier, so I hung out there for the rest of the period with her.

Then I returned back to school to reclaim my backpack and sing with Dave and Eric.

Good times.

Then I came home and played video games, 'cause I'm cool.

And as it turns out, 'twas my mother's birthday today. None of us realized. Yeah...I'm not good with dates. Especially when they come right in the middle of the month, oh how I forgot. But yeah, even my dad forgot. That's not good. She had to tell him. If and when I ever get married, I shall be sure to remember the birth-date of my wife. And anniversary dates, days like Valentine's day, and all that other junk. Because I've seen too many cartoons go bad for the guy that forgot that information.

Who says cartoons can't be educational?

Somebody threw a sucker into my hair on the bus ride home. I was not amused. The finger has been pointed at the culprit, and I shall see to it that the boy is crucified. For nobody defiles the hair of Kataron!

Homework and tests are pointless. Sure, homework can get it drilled into your skull, but tests are completely fucking pointless. When the fuck are we going to have to know all of this stuff and not have access to any other materials, HM?! Fuck that shit, we should be able to have our notes and maybe a small exchange student to summarize my notes for me. Now that would be swell. Why an exchange student, you ask? Why the fuck not? Exactly. You got nothin'.

And while we're on the topic of pointlessness, pants. Pants are pointless. You know those cultures where the people walk around virtually naked? Do you think they have troubles with prostitution and sex and the like? Nah. See, they've seen so much of it that it affects them much less than it affects us. See, I figure that if we didn't wear pants, the world would be a wonderful and magical place, with bunnies and faeries and rainbows and a midget wearing a top hat that walks around saying "Hear ye, hear ye!" all the time. Now that would be a world to live in, my friends.

Though, I guess our legs would get kinda cold.

You know what else I hate? Vegetarianism. YARGH. Pisses me off. Eat meat, fuckers. Okay, let's go over why you might be a veggie-muncher.

A) Health reasons.

Rebuttal: You're a fucking dumbass. Meat has good stuff in it, stuff that the body needs. I seem to recall my food and nutrition teacher saying something about how it was unhealthy to eat no meat, before I dropped the course. So shut the fuck up and grab a burger, you fucking pussies.

B) Political reasons.

Well, la-dee-fuckin'-da. Trying to save the poor little animals, are we? Give it a fucking break. The vast majority of these animals were bred to die. They serve no other purpose than dying and being consumed. And who the fuck are you to stand between them and their destiny? You're not saving them, you're just dumb. Maybe they should treat the animals a bit better. Who the fuck cares? It's not like you not eatting that piece of chicken sitting on the floor under the box held up by a stick is going to get the animals treated better. Grab the chicken. No, wait! The box is a trap! Oh well...Chicken. Go for it. But seriously, fuck off, you fucking hippies.

C) You just don't like it.

Well, I just don't like vegetables. So you know what? I don't eat them. I guess we're even. Except you're a fucking retard, 'cause you're missing out on chicken. CHICKEN! God damn, how could you not eat them?! They'd eat you if they ever got the chance. And if you don't eat them, they'll take over the world. And you know what? Then they will have the chance. When the chickens rise up, I shall be the first to oppose them. And by the Gods, when they take me down an dig their beaks into my skin, and tear apart my flesh with their feet, I'm going down with a piece of fried chicken in my mouth, and another on my hand. The other hand will hold a flamethrower to fight the chickens. Don't let them eat me. Please. Get the FIRST.

D) You're just a fucking loser that won't eat meat 'cause your girlfriend or something doesn't, and you're just fucking whipped and probably ugly too, and I'm guessing your odour is unpleasant.

Fag.

Well, that about covers those rants.

I'm off for the night.

Oh, and I must give a shout out (or some such terminology) to James for supplying me with the last three topics (tests, pants, veggie-munchers). Excellent.

Until next time,
My makeshift robot could beat up your dad.
~Kataron

Traffic

I love techno.

Anyways, hey.

My day, you ask? It went as it usually goes. First comes morning. Morning generally goes the same way, me waking up (this happens 5/7 of the time), me going to school, and me hanging out with Esmee, and then class.

I'm semi-paying attention in math these days, but today I had forums on the mind. More specifically, Final Fantasy Realms. Yep. I write a lot of stuff down when it comes to forums.

Unfortunately, I seem to be the only one that's really doing anything about the forum at the moment. Scott's really busy, Jared just got back on-line and I'm going to force him into more work on it, or I'll cut off his remaining ball. I got the first one a while back when he refused to kill the kitten. Who's laughing now, huh?! ME! Seth, I need to talk to about the board. We'll probably discuss all sorts of things about it this weekend. Oh yes.

Anyways, yeah. That's board stuff.

I bought 1300 suckers today. And you know what? It cost me three bucks. Hell yes.

And I had a thrusting accident on the way to Zellers. I was dancing around and singing "I'm just a love machine" when I decided to thrust down a set of stairs. I misjudged a thrust and missed, slipping and very nearly tumbling down the rest of the stairs. Luckily, I caught myself, and suffered only minimal damage and slight embarassment.

And at lunch, there were a hell of a lot of people at the stairwell. I really don't like that many people being there. I want to cut the number down by about half. People seem to be coming now, and bringing their friends. People I don't even know. And by the Gods, that's my spot. I spend sixty-one percent of my goddamn school day there, that's legally my spot. So there shouldn't be people I don't know hanging out there. It was fine when we fit under the stairwell, but now people have branched out and completely enveloped the entrance to the stairwell, which is a bitch due to the actual stairs there that people need to use. And with all of the people, they bring the garbage, oh so much garbage, and they don't pick it up. I'm going to bring a stick and start beating people that leave their garbage lying around. Since I'm the one that's there most of the time, the janitors seem to have attached my face to the spot, and I was bitched at last week after a mess was apparently left there on one of the days I was sick. Bah.

I've been thinking about what to rant about on here.

The topic of smoking was suggested, so why not.

Smoking.

What the fuck? I don't get smoking. Apparently it relieves stress, but I wouldn't know as I've never smoked. All I know is that it'll give you lung cancer and make you cough a lot, and make your teeth look like ass. I mean, there's a warning label right on the pack, and yet people still persist on smoking them. I just...I don't understand it at all. I mean, I drink a lot of Coke. A LOT of Coke. But I'd be more hesitant if the bottles carried warning labels that said 'IF YOU DRINK THIS, YOU GONNA DIE'. Yeah. Just sayin', is all.

Oh, doing work on the forum now. Gotta jet.

Until next time,
The cheese is in your mind.
~Kataron

Blazer Battle

Evenin', peoples of the net.

My day today was pretty good. Got up after sleeping downstairs on my love-seat. Okay, so I has a love-seat, and a couch. The love-seat has two cushions, whereas the couch has three. The couch could comfortably fit me with room to spare. The love-seat has my feet hanging off the edge. Yet I still sleep on the love-seat.

Why, you ask?

Familiarity. I've been sleeping on that fucker for years. Back when I was small and I used to fit on it. I like it, I don't care if I don't quite fit it anymore. I sleep down there all the time when my family goes out of town, and I sleep on it when my lady-friend is here.

Though it's a little silly, really. To have me sleep downstairs while she sleeps in my room. We might as well sleep in the same bed. I mean, that's the time when we'd be actually sleeping. With my parents sleeping directly opposite the door. It's not like we'd have crazy wild sex. I mean, they leave us alone in my room all day, and rarely even come upstairs. So basically, we spend hours and hours alone together whenever she's here, awake and technically capable of naughty activities. Not that we do naughty activities, I'm just saying. Yeah, that's it...Anyways, with all that time possible for such, it's a little silly to make me sleep downstairs. But meh.

I met Esmee's grandmother today. Got asked a bunch of questions, and tried to hide the rather large hickey on my neck. Yes. We watched Elektra, had dinner really fucking early (mid-afternoon, even.), did on-line stuff, then watched Ace Ventura: Pet Detective in Esmee's room, then watched some show about tattoo artists.

I want a tattoo. For those of you that I haven't spoken to about this, I want Pac-Man on my shoulder. Much like Gabe's tattoo, which is a black pac-man on his shoulder with dots going around the rest of the shoulder as a trail. Like that. But with yellow instead of black, and I want him to be just about to eat a cherry. Booyah. That's what I want. And then maybe another video-game related tattoo for the other shoulder. Link, Mario, maybe Magus. I dunno. Magus would be pretty fucking cool.

You know what pisses me off? Parents that help their kids with school projects. And by help with I mean do for. That pisses me off. What the fuck do you think you're teaching your kid, huh? To rely on others, instead of relying on themselves? Oh, that's a beautiful fucking lesson. I shall personally ensure that your child ends up living off the street, selling their body (and by that, I mean literally. Selling organs.) for drug money. Oh, you don't think I could manage that? It's on, fucker.

Now, where was I? Rambling incoherently? Ah, yes!

Ahhhh! Looks like Sony's in a bit of trouble...Financially, that is. Yes, folks, the corporate giant we all know and love might be in for a bit of a hard time. Let's do what we can in their time of need, and everybody get ready to buy a PS3 when they come out!

'cause you know what? Fuck the Xbox 360. Fuck the Nintendo Revolution. And again fuck the 360.

If Sony goes belly-up, who does that leave? That turns the 360 into the most powerful system. Nintendo's already said that they're quite content to have their Revolution as a backup system for the others, not being the main center of attention, but being there. I'll admit, I'd like one of each of the new systems when they come out, but the one I want least is the 360. The Xbox was good, but I'd rather have my PS2. I don't care that the Xbox is a more powerful system than the PS2, that's only because those jackasses released it a year later. Now, with the next gen systems, the graphical playing field will be leveled, and neither system will be able to topple the other with sheer graphics. The main thing that the Xbox has going for it is Halo, with Halo 3 going for the Xbox 360. And you know what? Halo's not that good. Yeah, you want a game? Try Final Fantasy. Any of them. They've been around a hell of a lot longer than the Halo series, and they have better story-lines. That's right, I said it. And fuck off to whoever wants to make a comment to disagree with me. Meaning Dave and Eric. HALO WASN'T THAT GREAT. It was a good game, yeah. Fantastic. So was pong. Fuck off.

I'm fucking tired now.

Until next time,
Just face it. I'm right and you're wrong. When you really think about it, you have no reason to live.
~Kataron

Clint Eastwood

Hey hey, kiddies.

Nate here. My lady-friend is currently asleep in my room, forcing me to make sleep in the living room, on uncomfortable furniture. It's about quarter to one, and I'm crashing like a sack of bricks. Bah.

But, I have been putting forth some effort on Final Fantasy Realms. The board's still there, it just hadn't been used in some time. All of the old posts were wiped, so I'm busy trying to get the ball rolling again. I won't link anybody to it just yet, but by the end of the week it should be good again. I just need to talk to Seth, Scott, and Jared some more about it.

I'm excited. But tired. And crashing. Oh, the crashing.

I think I'm gonna go crash on the other side of the room. Get it? 'cause crashing means both from the caffeine, and sleeping. Which I'll be doing. Across the room. Do you get it? Bah! My humour is wasted on you people!

Until next time,
It's about fucking time somebody revived me.
~Kataron

Main Theme

Sooooo.

Yesterday was Rememberance Day. All them poppies and whatnot. I didn't wear one. They tend to end up hurting me. Bad track record. Anyways, I don't see why I should wear a poppy to show that I remember. I do remember. My grandparents on my father's side both fought in that war. My grandfather operated one of those bigass artillery guns, shooting enemy planes from the sky. I have some of his medals on the opposite side of the room. He won the Burma Star, for having survived some sort of battle at Burma. You know it's bad when people get medals for surviving battles...Must have been a real bloodbath. Anyways, that's what he did in the war. My grandmother was one of the people that...Well, you know how they didn't have all the computerized tracky dealies that we have today? Yeah, instead they had a big board with a map on it, and somebody had to push planes and other such things across the board to track their progress. That's what my grandmother did in the war.

I get it. But I'm not gonna wear a poppy.

If another war starts, I figure I'm safe here in Rockwood. I mean, who's gonna target freakin' Rockwood? Exactly.

Oh, speaking of wars, I've started playing Kings of Chaos again, and I'd like to recruit some of you to be my officers. Go here to join the war. You can either just get me new soldiers by doing what it says, or you could continue after that and start your own account, and become my officer. I may be low in ranks now, but I will get stronger, with your help. I also have about two hundred turns stocked up, and am planning a bloody massacre for when I get bored. :) So please, click, give me new soldiers, and join the war as my officer! I'll do my bestest to protect you and advise on on how to proceed.

Oh, and with Urban Dead, the zombie game I play, I'm holding up in Matthias General Hospital in Brooksville! There's over twenty zombies at the police station next door! Yikes!

Now, what I'd like to see, is a game like Urban Dead, but better. I don't mean to say that Urban Dead is a bad game. Oh, heavens now, I quite enjoy it. But I'd like a real game. Graphics. Story-line. Why is it that the zombie genre is so horribly unpopulated? I mean, sure, there's games like Resident Evil. But all of the zombie games on the market now are more than just zombies. They're trying to make some kind of hook, something to mix it up a little. There's no real games that just mimic a zombie invasion. Yeah.

Oh, I'm going to be getting back into RP. A blog was set up a while ago to try to get back into it, but it never really got off the ground. It was decided that a blog would be too confusing to work with, so we're going back to...*deep breath* Ezboard. This is where it all started. This is where I first set foot in an RP environment, at the request of Seth. He found a good old LotR board, and soon we were hooked on RP. One board led to another, and I bounced around between Dormalechor, Volius, Laduinor, Final Fantasy Realms, and a few others that I didn't care much about. And with each new board came a new Kataron. In Dormalechor, a mercenary with a memory problem, a sarcastic attitude and a generally dim outlook on life. In Volius, a mage that was obsessed with the simplest of spells, magic missile. Oh, and he was banging the queen. In Laduinor, I was a sage. The sage of fire, if I do so correctly recall, and I looked the part. Old, with black robes trimmed with red. That board died before it even began. Now, those three boards were all linked, and generally run by damn dirty Texans. But FFR...Final Fantasy Realms...That was our baby. Myself, Seth, and Jared. We made it, we started it, we had plans. Here, I was evil. Oh fuck, was I ever evil. I was the baddest motherfucker that ever touched down on a board. This board also never really got off it's feet, as I soon abandoned Ezboard because it was too painful to look at. But now, a year later, Kataron's going to be back to kick some ass. All of my plans from before SHALL BE FULFILLED! My plans included betrayal, robots, and the complete genocide of those pointy-eared fuckers, the Elves.

Look out, Ezboard! We're back. And we've grown and matured as writers since you last saw us. And man, I'm so fucking attractive.

There'll be more details about these RP boards once we get them set up. Of course, we won't allow just anybody to RP with us. We're jerks. But we will allow some into out midst. Ryan, this means you for sure. ;)

I expect a board or two to be created when I visit Seth's house next weekend, and our creative genius goes to work. Ah, yes. 'twill be quite exciting, yes? ^_^

This all arose out of Jared's ISP for Writer's Craft. Whereas I'm doing my zombie story, he's continuing the original story that Seth, myself, and Jared started, so many moons ago. In that story, I was the mercenary. My character was rather cliche when you think about it, but I didn't think about it at the time. Forgotten his past, and all that. Mostly just his childhood, though. And hey, why not repress your childhood? :D

Anyways, that story had me going to meet my parents again, for the first time in years. My character's father was sick, so...Yeah. It was time to go home. I was planning on having him be dead by the time I got back anyway, so meh.

Then there was Seth's character. Darun the Dwarf. Oh my, the misadventures we got into. And he was drunk all the time. At one point, Jared approached us in a tavern, and I was talking to him I guess, and Seth came over, really drunk, and started questioning him as to who he was. Not waiting for a reply, he then turned to me and asked me who the guy was, then he passed out. Ah, good times...Darun and Kataron got into some pretty swell fights, too! There was the first fight we ever had, with some spiders in a forest. The fight didn't last long, but man was it fun. One of the little buggers bit my leg, but soon their leader got close and personal with the business end of Darun's hammer.

Jared was, of course, the wizard. At the time though, Kataron had no idea of Edenvyrd's magical capabilities. Yeah, the character's name was Edenvyrd. That proved too long for the tastes of Kataron and Darun, so it was shortened to Eddie, much to his dismay. But oh well, long names are often shortened. Kataron is often referred to as Kat, and I'm fine with that. You get used to it after a while.

Anyways, that's about it for this post, I get. I'ma check out ezboard again and probably check back in later.

Until next time,
The password? And I didn't come up with this one. 'boobies'.
~Kataron

Easy Breezy

Yeah, yeah, it's me.

Sorry for the lack of postage of late. I last posted on...Tuesday, right? I was sick again on Wednesday, and then back to school on Thursday. I was still feeling really tired and under the weather on Thursday, so I didn't post. And last night, I went to youth group, and watched a movie when I returned. National Treasure. Hadn't seen it before, it was pretty good.

But I'm back now, and I vow to begin to post more regularly! I might not be able to do a post tonight, as I believe my lady-friend is spending the night. For like...the third weekend in a row. As of tomorrow, I'll have been dating her for a month. Snazzy! If I'm not mistaken, the one month mark makes me her longest relationship. She still has at least five months to go to become my longest relationship, but she seems to be in it for the long run.

BUT NEXT WEEKEND! NEXT WEEKEND I'M GONNA GO OVER TO SETH'S! I haven't seen that boy in forever, and I do love him so. <3.

But yeah. I grabbed my backpack, so I'ma type up some of the stuff I've written recently.

All righty, here's Journal Entry #14.

Ahem. Well, I'll skip the first bit, as it's a bit strange and doesn't make much sense, but the rest is funny.

Ahem.

Why are people always so angry? I'll tell ya why! You see, humans have an extra gland, located in the left foot. That's why people without legs usually don't get very angry. The gland excretes a mild stimulant, which travels through time. And the bloodstream. The stimulant exists in five different forms, eached named after a different member of the Power Rangers. Go, go, Power Rangers! Doo dooo doo do do. The Power Rangers each trafel to a different part of the body, from which they spread their angry seed. Once the Power Rangers reach their destinations, they summon their giant robots of Hate. Using their HateBots, they pound Hate into all of the innards of the person, causing them to be very angry. This is why people are angry.

Now I shall tell you why masturbation is not only good for you, it's good for the environment! When people masturbate, they release certain chemicals into the air. These chemicals are the same as the Power Rangers. Which is why people are not angry when they jerk it. These chemicals go into the air around us, where they battle Rita and her monsters. Thus, by battling Rita, do they help the environment. So if you're an environmentalist, then please, wag it for the good of mankind.

~end.

Needless to say, I was very bored. And for you damn kids these days, I speak of the old-school Power Rangers. The originals, bitches.

ooo! Now I have some poems to put up on here. I wrote them the other day in class. We were supposed to write two for editting, to make good by next week, so I did. They're currently untitled, but yeah.

The first one...took a turn from what I meant it to be. It was originally going to be about Kataron, and then the meaning just...Changed. Anyways, my first poem. Enjoy.

Ahem.

The lightning flashed, illuminating the valley.
Sky-Water poured down relentlessly, soaking him to the bone.
He continued walking, disregarding the water that caused
his large cloak to become damp and heavy.
He hummed a strange and unnamed tune,
one that the valley had never heard.
People rushed by him, eager to reach the warm safety of their homes,
but nobody saw him.
Only once, when the lightning lit up his face,
and a small boy glanced up,
was he seen.
The boy's typically youthful and smiling face froze
in a look of horror.
The lightning faded, and darkness enveloped the man's
face once more.
The boy's terror slowly faded, as he hurried to catch his mother.
He ran past the man, who had just frightened him so, without really seeing him.
Nightmares of the man's face haunted the boy for years.
His face, with skin pulled tight, stretched almost to the point of tearing.
His face, with dark sunken eyes that never blinked.
His face, with a grin unending and eyes that peered through eternity.
Even so, the boy got off lucky.
Not many can look into the face of Death and survive.

~end.

That's the slightly editted(sp?) version ^_^. I had Jared go over both of my poems yesterday during class, to see if he could come up with any changes. He did, too. The poem is better than it was before, but I now set it in front of the eyes of you, my readers, to decide whatever you like about it.

Ah, and there's one more poem. Untitled, but this one went in the direction I had in mind when I started it. This goes hand in hand with my new zombie story, which I shall also be posting today. The main character, whom I have named Seth, is going to recieve flashbacks of his former life. These flashbacks are going to grant him knowledge of his former existance, and the know-how to use certain tools and items, making him deadlier than your average zombie.

This is one such flashback.

Ahem.

An explosion of memory filled his mind,
stopping him in his stumbling walk.
A flashback.
Years ago, when everything had been okay.
Before the world had gone wrong, its people to blame.
A sunny day.
A picnic.
The people he had loved so dearly.
Reality...
But they were gone now. There would be no more picnics.
The flashback regains control.
There had been a lot of food, and much laughter.
An accident.
A large knife, cutting through some food,
cutting into his hand.
Blood spurted.
But it was not bad, the knife had not gone in far.
It was bandaged, it got better.
The flashback fades, giving way to reality.
An inhuman scream sounds from ahead.
He looks down, and sees a sharp piece of metal.
He picks it up, and it cuts his hand. He doesn't notice.
He remembers how to use this now, how to cut through food.
Another inhuman scream. Closer. They had found food.
Now all he hungered for was the flesh of survivors.

~end.

The only part of this poem I have a problem with is the last word on the third-last line. I end the line after it with the same one, so I'm trying to think of a better word to use for the first one. I dunno, I'll think of something.

Anyways, feel free to tell me what to think.

That ends this post, but I'ma do another rambly one after.

Until next time,
I'm trading up.
~Kataron

And The Man Screamed

Yes! 'tis I!

School was too much for me today, so I faked sick and decided to stay home to do jack shit all day. :)

Nah, I'm actually sick. If only I was faking...Then I wouldn't feel like my head was going to burst open and fire spikes everywhere in the room. I'd be able to play video games and do all sorts of other wonderful and magical things. But instead, I spend my day watching movies and trying to sleep. Bah.

I must apologize for the lack of posting last night. I really meant to do one, but then I was too sick to bother. So I slept. Earlier than usual, too.

Yeah.

But hey, at least you guys get a post today! And boy, do I have some things to rant about.

First.

Peter.

He's one of the churchy guys that helped majorly with the drama that my youth group put on a few months back. But lately he's been coming into the youth group and stealing away Andrew for hours at a time to discuss whatever the fuck he's discussing with him. The youth group lasts for three hours a night. Andrew gets there at six, and leaves at ten, the youth group runs from six thirty to nine thirty. The other hour he's there is setting up and cleaning up. So Andrew is in Rockwood for four hours a week, supposedly supervising the youth group. But Peter's been coming in and taking Andrew away for about half that time. Well, fuck you. He's been coming in and sucking up all the fun. Bastard. I'll fight you. Anyways, it pisses me right off. If you're going to discuss things with Andrew, you can do so over the phone, and not over two hours of youth group, you insolent jackass.

There was other things I wanted to rant about...

Oh yeah.

Here's one that I brought up while talking with Mitch and Rick during last period yesterday. And nobody get concerned by this, I'm not going to act on any of this. But as with anybody else with a mind like mine, I have thought about it. Anyways, the topic of discussion was, what would be the best way to kill everybody at school?

For the undramatic, there are such ways as poison in the air ducts. It'd have to be clear and not have a scent, otherwise it would be noticed. But that's so hopelessly undramatic. And boring. I mean, really, where's the fun in that? You could always poison foods and stuff in the caf, but then it would only get a fraction of the people there. And the topic of discussion is the best way to kill everybody, not a fraction of them. Anyways, that rules out poison as being dramatic enough.

There's always fire. But as soon as the fire alarm is sounded, we all file neatly out of the building. So the arsonist would have to place incindiery(sp?) devices around all of the exits of the school. Now, that's a bitch. That includes the front foyer, the doors at E.L. Fox, and any other exits around. But you'd have to also place them at all of the main windows in the area, any leading outside. That's just a lot of them. Personally, I'd also do it at all the stairwells, just to stop them from going up and down. And 'cause there's often doors at the stairwells, and I'm just a jackass.

Another way would be a bomb. A big one, one big enough to just take out the entire school in one fell swoop. But really, that's not very dramatic at all. But it would be the most effective way. But that would be large and bulky and hard to conceal.

Now, here's where it gets interesting!

If you can control the mystical powers of darkness, you could summon zombies to do it for you. Now, if you can get the undead all around the school, they'd have little to no trouble going up and down the halls killing everybody. And the real hum-dinger there is that the fallen students would rise up to continue the slaughter! Snazzy!

Or if you're a real techie with lots of resources, robots could do your dirty work. Small ones equipped with saws around ankle-level would be able to go up and down the halls cutting people's feet off. Then what would they do? Not much at all!

I'm growing bored of this topic now. Now, realize that I only think of this because my mind wanders and I'm crazy. The only use any of these ideas would be put to would be in stories that I'd write. Actually, these would make for very interesting stories.

I'm getting hungry now, I'm going to find food and do another post later, bitching about other things.

But seriously, that topic was all just for fun.

Until next time,
For legal purposes.
~Kataron

w00t!

Four hundred FREAKIN' posts! I rule. I just do. In Writer's Craft at the moment, but I don't really wanna do the assignment. We're supposed to find websites about how to improve writing or something like that. I figure I'll just use a forum site, Ezboard or somethin'. Yeah. That's my master fuckin' plan.

But man...That makes this post number four hundred. Hot damn. That's a big number, or so my sources tell me. My sources being the scientists that live in my watch. There's about a dozen of them, and though they're tiny in size, they're enormous in intellect!

"NO! NO IT SHOULD NOT BE!"
-Jared, when asked 'Should Democracy be compulsory?'

Good times.

Yeah, I decided to do Ezboard. And I really need to get back into some RP. I miss it so.

And as a note, I'm not fond of this subsitute teacher. And I think he's trying to kill me.

Yeah, I still have a Nation on NationStates. Behold, Kataronia still exists! It's because I'm awesome. Now dance, monkey, dance. I know, at the moment I'm an Inoffensive Centrist Democracy, but I can change...I've actually got the best name in terms of goodness of the three countries in the Angel IIsles, as the other two are Psychotic Dictatorships, but they're crazy and religious. I'm just crazy. I just roll with the punches and try to keep a good economy. To be honest, I've flip-flopped a lot with Kataronia. I've been good, I've been bad, I've tried to kill all of the country's hobos, but it all balances out in the end. It's because I'm Awesome.

Tonight I'll relate Masturbation to the Power Rangers. Stay tuned!

Until next time,
It ain't over until the obese female...eats a cake.
~Kataron

The World

Hey hey.

Sorry about another two days of non-posting...

On Friday night, I was hanging with James and a bunch of other people who were pretty fucked up on a few different substances. 'twas James' birthday party, as Saturday was his birthday. We wandered around Rockwood a lot. It was entertaining.

Then on Saturday, Esmee came over. We rented some movies, watched some television, and all that other good stuff that people do. She stayed until about eight o'clock tonight.

But you know what pisses me off?

People with video games these days. A lot of video games these days suck ass. I mean...Gah! People just don't seem to care enough about good story-lines anymore. It's all about the graphics. Fuck the graphics. I'll play text-based games if they can offer me enough entertainment. But then you've got the games aimed at the unwashed masses, the people that have only started playing video games when they became cool, the people that play those stupid sports games or shitty violent games that have no semblance of plot. I mean, really. What happened to the good old days of Final Fantasy? Fuckin' love Final Fantasy.

Yeah.

The Spike TV Video Game Awards show just how bad it is. Urgh. I think I saw something about this year's version of it, and bleh. I hate it so.

Now,

Let's talk about sex, baby. Let's talk about you and me.

The topic for discussion right now is sex. More specifically, teenage sex.

It bugs me how many kids are fuckin' these days. Well, it's not necessarily a bad thing. But there's too much sex without any real emotion attached Now -that- is wrong. Unless you genuinely care for the person, and just enjoying their company doesn't cut it, you shouldn't be gettin' it on with them. You should be in love with the person.

It bugs me how the media makes sex look like it's not something important. Everywhere you look, people are doing the horizontal tango. Look at how many high school students have had sex. A hell of a lot of them. And then here am I, still a virgin. But at least I have a lady-friend, so I've made some progress. Not that I have a lady-friend just 'cause I want to fuck. I mean, if it happens, it happens, but I want to make sure there's a real emotional commitment there before it does happen. Yes.

Anyways, teen sex. I've been hanging around people, and then two of them go off and fuck. Weren't dating or anything. But BAM. Gone for half an hour, fucking. *shudder* That's just wrong. That has no emotional commitment. That's just fuckin'. Don't do that, kids. Or you'll get diseases. Think you're safe with condoms? Ha! I'll find you and inject you with diseases. Because I'm pretty fucked up in the head. So play it safe, and don't fuck without emotional commitment.

And if you really must get it on, then use protection. I mean, especially with us teenagers. I sure as hell don't want to have a kid. I can't even take care of myself. And besides, I fucking hate kids. They're irritating little balls of noise that ooze out of any holes they can. But I'm fine, 'cause I'm a virgin. If I somehow became a dad without even having sex...Well, to be honest, I'd feel ripped off. All the responsibility, none of the fun part.

But..Uhh..Yeah. I think the main point of this rant is that people shouldn't be having sex without real emotional commitment. And make sure it isn't just commitment on your end, make sure they care about you too. It's important and stuff.

I'm...Very tired. I think I should probably sleep. But I want to rant more. So...I will.

What's so wrong with genetically modified foods anyway? I don't care. If it tastes good, I'll eat it. That's my motto! I mean, I really don't care. Stick needles in my food, pump it full of chemicals, does it matter? It's not like they're gonna put bad checmicals in it. Why would they do that? Sure, maybe a bit of mind control stuff, but that's in nearly everything these days. Flu shots, alcoholic beverages, and about 3/4 of food that's on the market.

Damn mind control. But oh well, it's a little difficult to avoid at this point. People don't seem to realize that it's in their food.

Nate sleep now...

But before he does so, I link to Ryan's Blog. He's got a story on there that I haven't found the time to read yet, but I've always enjoyed his RP, so I'm sure it's good. Check it out.

Until next time,
Bow to the l33tness of: Cryptos Bios X!
~Kataron

Indeed

Sorry 'bout the lack of posting for the past two days. I've just been distracted by random things, and very tired. Around this time, I'm usually crashing off caffeine and a lot of chocolate, so I've been very tired. But I vowed that tonight I would do a blog post, even if it's not a very long one.

I can't particularly recall anything important happening over the past two days. Not really. Oh, as of today I've been with Esmee for three weeks. Yay!

Oh, and I might be shaving my head around February or so. Mr. Yanchus approached me during my last period spare yesterday and asked me if I would be willing to shave my head. I asked him what the cause was, and he said...Fuck, I forget. Brain Tumors or something unpleasant like that. I said I'd consider it. So I very well might be doing that. I probably will. I'll be sure to take some before and after pictures when it actually gets around to happening, but we're fine 'cause that's months away.

Yeah.

I'm very tired right now, if you couldn't notice. But I still have things to bitch about.

Okay, first thing. Zathura. You know, that new movie from the makers of Jumanji. Basically Jumamji in space. Right, I saw a commercial for it today, and it said something about a pre-showing thing for some people last weekend, and how somebody described it as being original. What the fuck. It's fucking Jumanji in space. That's not fucking original at all. That's so stupid. I wanna fight them.

Also, Mr. Coffey. I was speaking to Kate Mercer(sp?) yesterday when I went to the video place to rent the new Star Wars movie, and we ended up talking about commencement. Apparently Mr. Coffey just kinda rambled on about 9/11. As if it...I dunno, affected us or something.

Listen, I don't mean to be disrespectful by saying this, but just fucking get over it. Jesus, man. Let's look at the facts. We're Canadian. It didn't really affect us that much. I didn't even know where those damn towers were until they were crashed into. But just because that happened while we were in grade nine doesn't mean we want to hear about it at our fucking commencement. Shut up about it. It was a tragedy, but people don't need to think about it when they're there to get their fucking diplomas. Just shut up and go somewhere else.

Also, the new VP was there. Apparently she was calling out the names or something. I don't really get that. She's new, as of this year, so most of the people that graduated and didn't come back had no idea who the fuck she is. And she apparently absolutely fucking butchered these names. I don't think she should have been part of it, since she doesn't know any of us. Yeah.

So basically, what I've gathered about commencement was that Mr. Coffey talked about something that doesn't affect us, and then somebody who doesn't know any of us butchered the names of people we've gone to school with for years. I'm glad I didn't go.

Seriously, if you're going to read out the names of these people, the least you can fucking do is learn how to pronounce their fucking names. I mean, what the fuck. From what I heard, she got a lot of the names fucked up. Yeah, I'm sure that'd make for a real memorable occasion, going up to get your diploma after having your name mispronounced. That's fucking disrespectful, I think. That's the night for the grads, the people that just spent four years at that damn school getting their diploma, and then you come along and in your first year you fuck up a memorable night by not bothering to learn how to pronounce any of the names you're reading. You go away too, and take Mr. Coffey with you.

There, I think I'm done. That blew of some steam. But yeah, I was hanging out at the video place for ten or fifteen minutes talking to Kate about the commencement ceremony. I probably had a lot more fun hanging out with my lady-friend that night. :)

Damn, it's sleep time. I'll try to get enough time for a blog post tomorrow, but I'm hanging out with some people after youth group, so I dunno.

Don't think I've forgotten about you guys.

Oh, and as another note. Mrs. Yanchus came into my Writer's Craft class the other day and talked about the school paper, and something about opinion articles, and said that we should write some. I said 'Hey, I have opinions!' and she told me I should write them down and submit them. But I have so many opinions that I don't know which ones to use. So I leave it to you, my readers, to suggest topics for opinionated rants. They shall appear on here before they go anywhere else, and I'll write about anything. So please, any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

Nate sleep now.

Until next time,
The streetlight, detecting his approach, flickered off and left his path covered by a blanket of shadow.
~Kataron