HUZZAH!

Holy fucking HELL.

Squidi is coming back. Fucking SQUIDI IS COMING BACK!

One of my favourite webcomics ever, closed down a while ago, IS COMING BACK!

Oh man...

Oh man oh man oh man.

Fuck yes.

http://www.squidi.net

Hit that shit up.

Fuck yes.

Only One

Well, I'm back from Cambridge. I'd been there since Monday after school with Eric, hanging out with Seth and Scott. It was quite fun, and I'm now the proud owner of a trench coat, purchased from Value Village. I'll probably post a picture of myself in it soon, but that involves installing the driver for my webcam on this computer, and....well, I'm lazy.

So...

I am now officially done high school. My last exam was Monday, and exam review day was yesterday. So, as best I can tell, the school can no longer tell me what not to say.

So I'm going to give you a little rant about the administration that probably won't be as bad as it could be, as I'm quite relaxed and mellow right now. Were I angry (see Dwayne post - Prelude to Darkness), then it would probably be a lot more sweary and ranty.

But let's face it, the principal is an idiot. Mr. Coffey, you are a moron. You toss around idiotic ideas, and when nobody agrees with you, you implement them anyway. Common lunch? What the FUCK were you thinking?

Oh, and if any police officers are reading, they should alert the fire marshalls or whoever the fuck is in charge of things that the cafeteria of that school is probably WAY over the maximum occupancy on any regular school day. It'll be empty until September, but just keep it in mind. It wouldn't be so damn full, but Coffey decided that common lunch was a good idea.

Idiot.

He couldn't even explain to me why the hell I couldn't be in a fucking stairwell during my spare. He claimed that "you have to be in the cafeteria or the library" explained it to me. It doesn't. That doesn't tell me WHY I can't be there, that tells me where you think I SHOULD be. All I fucking wanted was a reason that I couldn't be there, and you couldn't give me on.

Why couldn't you give me one? Because you don't fucking KNOW why I shouldn't be there. You've inherited an idiotic set of rules that's passed down through principals, and you can't even coin a decent explanation to them.

Fuck your rules, and fuck you. All I wanted was an explanation, and you threatened me with suspension. You wonder why the students are disrespectful to you? Because you treat us all like shit, like we're below you. Congrats, you're principal of a fucking high school. You're an ass for four to five years of a kid's life, and then you're naught but an unpleasant memory.

So cool the fuck down.

And then there's Ms. Norlan. She seems to be in the wrong job, as...best I can tell, she hates kids. The only one time I saw her be even semi-pleasant was when I complained about having to finish a philosophy assignment and not being able to get on the computers. She fixed it for that day, but that by no means makes up for the fact that she took away my computer privelages without warning or notice.

Because, Ms. Norlan, you are a bitch.

The only member of the administration that I have no beef with is Ms. Burns. The only thing she did to irritate me over the school year was taking my backpack when it was left under the stairs, but that was an isolated incident.

But now she's leaving to be replaced by some new VP. You will be missed, Ms. Burns.

I don't care what others say about her. She's the fair one, she always was. She just seemed like a bitch because...Mr. Serafini, was it? He was too nice. She wasn't as nice, but more fair. So she was deemed the bad one. But take away the good one and pop on one power-tripping Ms. Norlan, and you see just how fair Ms. Burns really is. So I don't care what the others say, I think that Ms. Burns will be missed, unless the other VP is as nice as Serafini. Which, going in with Coffey and Norlan, I find sadly unlikely.

I'm glad to be done high school, and glad to be away from the administration there. I'm very glad that this blog will no longer be censored, and that I'll no longer have to worry about getting suspended for saying the wrong thing.

Nate's back, fuckers.

And guess what?! Kathryn's STILL a bitch.

I still despise her with a fiery passion (although note if reading this, Mr. Police Officer, I despise a lot of people in this sense, and I would never go so far as to cause physical harm to any of them. Just noting.), for the way she treated Dave and Eric back when they were trying to be your friend.

Greg has recently described her as a "psychic vampire". This sound cool, AND means something. Basically, it means somebody that gets depressed a lot, and relies on others to cheer them up. Unfortunately, the act of constantly cheering up a psychic vampire is very emotionally draining for the one that is attempting to do the cheering.

And that's pretty much exactly how it went. I watched as Dave and Eric tried to be as good friends as possible, giving up time and occasionally their own happiness to try to cheer her up when she was down. And still, she needed more, and more, and more. And it was draining for them.

So eventually, they realized that she was becoming far too dependant on them. Then they tried to ease her off, to let her stand on her own two feet without Dave and Eric Brand Crutches. She then decided that they were bad friends. That THEY were bad friends. After relying on them for so long, when they bent over backwards to accomodate her, when she drained them so damn much, THEY were bad friends.

After she stalked Dave, HE was a bad friend.

What the fuck? How dare she accuse THEM of being bad friends, when she's been such a terrible one herself. Particularly to Rick, the only one of them who deems it necessary to continue being a crutch for her. Less so now that she's dating some random monkey, but he's still trying to be friends with her. And she's being an absolutely horrid friend. I constantly tell Rick that if she's going to treat him like that, he shouldn't bother, and he just shrugs.

Would you believe that last week, she wanted him to come over to her house and hang out for a bit? And THEN she wanted to ditch him, at her house, for five or so hours to go and watch her boyfriend's stupidsports game? Then she wanted to come back and hang out for another small period of time, then sleep, and have him sleep over. Sooo, she wanted him to give up his ENTIRE evening to spend a couple of hours with her, and sit around her house for the rest of the time. What the hell?

I would never invite a friend over, say "Sit here, I'm going out for a few hours" then bugger off. That's a terrible thing for a friend to do. If it's a job, or something they have to do, that's acceptable but to leave just to go to some stupid game is just shitty. That's a shitty thing for a 'friend' to do.

She's still a bitch, I tell you. Still a bitch.

And now I can say it again. *deep breath*

Feels good.

And you know what? I'm glad I'm not Jewish. I mean, I love Jewish people, I think they're great. But I really fucking love pork. It's so goddamn delicious. I don't think I could go without it.

And apparently a drunken Nintendo executive let slip the release date for the Wii. October 30th. Not sure how reliable it is, so don't hold your breath, but it's something.

...

Not long ago, some 14-year old girl decided to sue MySpace because she was sexually assaulted by some guy she met on it. Bitch! Why the fuck would you sue a service that allowed you to meet some guy that sexually assaulted you? That's like going out to sue MSN or YIM, or AIM. Or some group that you go to and meet people in. It's not the service that sexually assaulted you, you little whore, it's the guy. Sue the guy. Or hell, you're the one that was fucking dumb enough to meet some internet person. Sue your dumb brain. Bitch.

...

I love Google. Only company I would trust to run the world. Hell, I don't even know if I'd trust Coca-Cola to run the world. I might, I'm not sure. But Google can do no wrong. I love it.

But now I'ma wander off.

Until next time,
Oh. And...uhhh...Fuck you, PETA.
~Kataron

Announcement

Do you like...Roleplaying?

Do you like Pirates?!

DO YOU LIKE SAYING 'YAR' FOR NO FREAKIN' REASON AT ALL?!

Then head over to Ryan's board!

He's starting a pirate RP for anyone interested. I'm the ship's womanizing and helmsman. Yar!

The RP has not yet begun, but if it's anything like last time, it's gonna be a rockin' good time!

But I have a philosophy exam this morning, so I should...I dunno. I'm not gonna study. But yeah.

Until next time,
Daiyoooooooooooooooo.
~Kataron

Wind

Yeah. Hey.

I'm back for another post, 'cause it's really late and I'm bored.

First off, I'd like to toss a big 'fuck you' to the people that started living in my neighbour's yard. Why do I care, you ask? Well, though it's certainly not my yard, it's fucking irritating when they play the radio at such a volume that I can hear it from upstairs. *flips off backyard*

Do they have any right to do that? I mean, they don't live there. Well, maybe they do. But not inside. I...I don't even know why they're there. They pitched a tent a few days ago and haven't left. I assume they have some sort of deal with whoever owns the place, but I really don't know. All I know is that two thirty in the morning is no time for a loud radio. THANK YOU.

I also went on a walk with Rick and Eric tonight. One thing we discussed was the idea of 'brunch'. Rick had lived for years under the belief that brunch was the first meal of the day, but eaten around noonish. His family has a majorly fucked up meal schedule. I mean, he eats dinner at like...ten-thirty at night. It should be illegal to eat that late. Illegal.

But anyways, I'm going to tell you exactly what constitutes brunch. This is my opinion, and therefore the only one that matters.

*ahem*

First of all, brunch has a specific time that it must be eaten within. It simply must be consumed within the hours of ten and eleven-forty. Anything eaten before ten is breakfast, and anything eaten after eleven-forty is most definately lunch. But the period in between, that's when all the magic happens.

Aside from that, brunch must contain elements from both breakfast AND lunch. That's the big thing. It's supposed to be breakfast and lunch combined, so you need both meals properly represented.

Breakfast can consist of things such as follows:

-Eggs.
-Pancakes.
-Bacon.
-Sausage.
-French Toast.
-English Freakin' Muffins. (I love them.)
-And similar things.

NOT

-Cereal.

Cereal doesn't count, I'm sorry. It's not a meal food. It's a snack food.

Lunch should consist of something cool like this:

-Fuckin' Hamburgers.
-Hot dogs or something.
-That's all I got.

Then you've got your every meal foods. Some of them were even included in the breakfast one, as they usually come with breakfast.

They're stuff like this:

-Pizza!
-Eggs.
-Sausages.
-Rice. Rice goes with ANYTHING.
-French fries, sure.

Yeah.

So to correctly have brunch, you need a combination similar to...

Pancakes and hamburgers!

One might even go so far as to try to put them together to form some sort of hybrid meal...This is discouraged, depending on location. If you're having brunch with a bunch of people, DON'T ATTEMPT IT. If you're home alone and only have dressed with no plans for the rest of the day, knock yourself out. :)

But...I'm tired, and I have a philosophy thing to write tomorrow, about the evolution of different schools of philosophy. Sigh...But for now, I'm gonna sleep. After this song ends.

Wind, the first Naruto ending. I loves it. Japanese people singing in English is always awesome. With rap, it's even more awesome!

Until next time,
I don't wanna hear fucking 'Uptown Girl' while I'm using the washroom, thank you very much. Commie.
~Kataron

Prelude to Darkness

Fucking Dwayne. I believe I've bitched about him before, but he's the parent of a few of the children at the drop-in I go to every Friday night. I think I've complained on here about his constant visitations to the drop-in.

But last night went too far.

We put a sign on the door that said "Do not enter, order foor here" with an arrow pointing to the counter, which is where the children should go to order food. Because we want the door closed, and it's broken, making it very irritating to keep closed.

Also, we want to keep the children out of the kitchen. For one reason, some of the older kids like to have a place that they can go and talk without having to worry about the smaller ones. It's basically just the volunteers, with a few others occasionally present (Rebecca, Caitlin, Tara). So we like to have a place that we can be where we aren't always having to talk to the children. A place where we can hang out, and make coming to the drop-in actually worthwhile.

Another reason for keeping the children out is that they steal things. The kitchen is where we keep all of the snacks for sale, as well as the money and tab-sheets. We've had children steal in the past, and it's irritating. We're trying to get them to order from the counter now, so that they don't need to come back in there at all. It's much easier for those of us selling the food, and it's safer for the sake of the things back there.

So we put up the sign, and told people to stay out. If they needed to come in, it was said that they should just come over the counter, which is what we were doing. All of the volunteers, including Andrew, were simply hopping over the counter. Simple and easy, right?

Apparently not. Dwayne came in at one point to get a garbage can for outside. I told him that the sign was up for a reason, after he barged through it without warning, and then he looked at the door and found out it was broken. He didn't seem to give a damn, told us to get it fixed, grabbed the garbage can, and left. I held my tongue and closed the door again once he left, hopping back over the counter.

That was encounter number one. It all goes downhill from this point. He came back in a short time later, and came through the door. I had lifted up my hands in frustration as I saw him going for the door, and they were still there as he came in. The conversation afterwards went roughly as follows:

*ahem*

Dwayne: Do you have a problem with me?

Nate: That sign is up there for a reason, we don't want people using the door.

Then he ripped down the sign and threw it in the garbage.

D: Now there isn't any sign, so there isn't any problem.

N: ...

D: And why is it that the kids aren't allowed back here?

N: Because all of the foods and monies are here, we can't trust all of the kids not to take them. And if we let one of them in, we have to let them all in.

D: Well, why is it that you're allowed back here and my kids aren't?

N: Probably because I've been going here for five years, and I volunteer here. I can be trusted with the food.

D: So can my kids.

N: Doesn't matter, if we let them back here, we have to let them all back here. We can't pick favourites.

D: *something about how things have to change or something, I was too irritated to really listen*

N: *FINALLY FLIPS OUT* Okay, you're gonna have to get one thing straight: You have NO authority here.

D: I have more authority than you think.

N: No you don't! You're just the parent of a few of the kids that come here!

D: *something else I didn't quite catch due to my shaking with rage*

N: Fuck this. *leaves*

That is roughly how it went down. Apparently beforehand, he had been bitching at Andrew about how things need to change around here.

Okay, Dwayne, get this through your fucking head...YOU HAVE NO FUCKING AUTHORITY OVER THE DROP-IN, OR ANYTHING THAT OCCURS WITHIN THE DROP-IN. GOT IT?!

I don't give a flying fuck if you have kids there. I don't like your children. Except for Dean. I like Dean. He's too young to give me lip. The others are irritating little insects, all of them. But yeah, it doesn't matter if you have kids there or not. It really doesn't matter. If we wanted to get parents involved, we'd talk to all of the parents of all of the kids there, including mine. And quite frankly, my dad would kick your ass.

It doesn't matter what one parent of a few kids wants at the drop-in. To come in and bitch at one of the volunteers that's been going to the drop-in pretty much since it opened is just fucking rude. I mean, I've been going there long before he opened his pet shop in town, long before he burned it down, and WAY before he re-opened it across the street from the drop-in. Five fucking years, I've been there. Probably more. Since before I got to high school, at any rate. And I've been volunteering there almost as long.

I've outlived over half-a-dozen different drop-in leaders. I've outlasted dozens of groups of children that have come and gone. And goddamn it, I'm not going to leave now. Not after everything I've put into that place. Not after the two dramas I've put on to raise money to keep it open, not after volunteering there and taking care of YOUR kids, and the kids of many other parents.

You had a problem with us before, when we were swearing. You did the right thing with that, you had a rational talk with Andrew about it. And god dammit, we got better about it! We don't swear in front of the kids anymore. I can swear quietly when there's no kids around, and I can swear on here, but I don't swear in front of the kids anymore.

But let's face it, back then, you had an actual issue that was a concern. Now you're just being a dick, bitching at us because your kids feel left out because we won't let them into the kitchen. Boo-fucking-hoo. We're not running the drop-in for your kids, Dwayne. We've been running it long before they showed up, and it'll be here long after they're gone. If you have THAT MUCH of a problem with your kids not being allowed into the kitchen, then take them the fuck home. Let them hang out in YOUR kitchen. Because I don't fucking care. I'm not there to look after kids all night long, I'm not there to get bitched at by some overprotective asshole of a parent that's sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. I'm there to have fun. Which I do, except when you show up.

And I swear to God, next time you come into the kitchen and give me shit about anything, I'm not even going to try to hold my tongue. I'm going to tell you right where to shove it, and I'm going to tell you why your opinion doesn't mean jack fucking shit to me, and why you should take your kids back home, because DAMN IT WOULD BE NICE TO NOT HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU FOR ONE FUCKING FRIDAY.

I did my best to be as civil as possible to you when you came in and bitched at me, but there's no way in hell I'm going to keep that up.

And then, would you believe it, he came BACK IN, a while afterwards, with a woman I can only assume was his wife, and stood next to me in the kitchen while I served a rush of children that wanted snacks. I ignored him while continuing to bite my tongue, and he didn't say anything to me.

If I hadn't been so busy attending to the dozen or so children that all wanted food at the same time, I would have told you that the kitchen is for volunteers only. A volunteer, which I am, but you are not.

You have no goddamn authority in that building except over your own children. If I ever catch you trying to tell my brother or any of the other kids what to do or not do, I'm going to flip out on you. Just showing up for half an hour during the night does NOT make you a volunteer. It makes you a nosy parent who should get his ass back to his store, unless he actually has something to speak to with THE LEADER OF THE DROP-IN.

Which, by the way, is not you...It's Andrew. It's also not Peter, for that matter. He's simply a liason to the church. The one getting paid to run the drop-in, the one that's getting paid to be in charge of everything, is Andrew. So if you have any problems, take them up with him in a NICE CALM FUCKING MANNER, because I don't think any of us want to put up with your shit.

And to Steph, the new female volunteer friend of Andrew's, I'm sorry that you had to be present for that terribly awkward conversation. Not good for your second week there.

But...Yeah.

To sum it up:

- He has no authority.
- He thinks he does.
- If he bitches at me again, I'm bitching right back.

*deep breath*

...Yeah...Sorry about the bitchy post, but he made it a terrible, terrible evening, and I'm not putting up with it anymore.

*wanders off*

Until next time,
It's been a while since I did that...
~Kataron

Game

Well, today was the last real day of school. Exams now, or...as we n the business call it, "Cake-Fest"! I loves it, I do. Cake every day.

But that's not important right now. I can't get an idea out of my head. I was playing Champions of Norrath, and it hit me. I wanna design a video game. I wanna see what it's like to go through the design process. I want to design a world from start to finish.

But then I wondered, what kind of world should this be? And then it hit me again.

Hey, Ryan? Remember that old RP we had on Nuneworld, where magic was outlawed and we broke out of jail? How about THAT being a game? Huh?! YEAH!

I'm gonna base my entire game around that...But what am I going to do for a story-line? What am I going to use for inspiration? Well, if some of you dear readers would be interested, I'd like to restart that RP, on Kataronia. I'd like to start it again from the beginning, and go through the way it was last time...

And I'm sure you at least remember what happened last time, eh Ryan?

My character totally got it on with a local bar wench, then got caught by her father and chased out of town by a mob of villagers. Then Diablo, the ultimate elemental of fire attacked the town. It was rock-awesome.

But it kind of died off when some of us left the board. But I want to bring it back, on my board.

Let's discuss the world itself, shall we?

I've already mentioned that magic is outlawed, and that's just about all I can remember of it, so let's expand. The stereotypical "Evil Dictator" seems to fit the bill well enough, so I'll probably use that. An evil king decides that magic is too powerful, and so he outlaws it. All newborns are tested for magical abilities, and those that test positive are stolen away for secret training by the king, so that he controls the only real force of magic-users in the land.

...What a dick.

Anyways, each magic user has their own specific element, that they're best with. They can theoretically cast spells from out of their element, but it uses up a MUCH larger amount of energy that most simply stick with their own.

I haven't decided on the elements yet, but I remember that Ryan was Fire, Jared was Light, and I was...I forget, probably Dark.

I was thinking about adding the orbs into the story, too. The elemental orbs that were actually part of another RP...They'd fit in quite nicely here.

But I wanna go for a walk, so...Yeah.

Until next time,
I've got a week before I tire of this idea, and I want to get as much as I can done by then.
~Kataron

Fuck The Media

You know what I hate?

I hate the media of today. I hate how the media portays the impossible images of perfection that everybody is supposed to strive for. It irritates me that we live in such a shallow society, where all that matters is looks. Intelligence, personality, it all falls distantly after looks in what people look for in others these days.

I'm a shallow person. I can admit that. I try not to be, but deep down, I am. And let's face it. So are you. We're all shallow. It's impossible not to be, when you see models that weigh as much as a single blade of grass, when we see muscular men that are clearly on steroids. Everywhere we go, it's there. You turn on the tv, and bam. Beautiful people with different roles. Ugly people are never ever ever the leading roles in things, unless it's an ugly role. Because, goddammit, we don't want to look at ugly people! We want to see beautiful people on television! And now we've carried that over into real life.

But of course, there are varying degrees of shallowness in our society. I'm not shallow to the point where I wouldn't be friends with somebody because they're fat, or ugly, or they have a weird skin condition. Okay, maybe the skin condition one would really weird me out, but the point remains.

Fuck you, society, and fuck you media. It's your goddamn fault that society is so fucked up.

*flips of the media*

Now if you'll excuse me, Dave's coming over, and we're going to rent a crappy movie and watch tv.

Until next time,
Stupid crappy media...
~Kataron

Break-Up

Well, it looks like it's back to the single life for me...

Esmee and I broke up this morning. It had been a long time coming, really. We don't really have all that much in common, and the age difference is kind of bad. Plus we haven't had much time to spend with each other lately, nor will we be getting the time. I'ma be working this summer, and then next year she'll be back at high school, with me still working, and the next year she'll still be in high school, and I'll be off at college.

And...Yeah. That happened this morning, before class, and then she was crying, and I wasn't sure what to do. That's awkward, you know? When a girl is crying because of you, and there's not really anything you can do about it. Quite unpleasant.

And...Yeah, that's about it for now. Just updating the masses on things. I'm back to being healthy, but today managed to be unpleasant still for different reasons entirely. It just hasn't been my week.

But youth group's tonight, so hopefully that'll cheer me up.

Until next time,
Well, she did manage to top Eva by two months.
~Kataron

Draft?

Hey hey, kiddies.

Nate here.

I've been sick since Monday, and it's unpleasant. I've been staying home playing Tales of Symphonia and watching crappy daytime television. I tried attending on Wednesday, but felt like shit for most of the day. Then I stayed home today, and...Well, today was an improvement in the sense that I didn't need three advils just to get through the day.

But...Yeah. Just letting you guys know what's up with me, since I haven't posted. Sick. I'll be back tomorrow, partially 'cause it's the end of the year, partially 'cause I've missed a bunch of class, but mostly 'cause I beat Tales of Symphonia.

And now I'm going to watch some tv, drink some fuckin' lemonade, and go to bed early.

Oh, and as a note, I got my suspension notice today. They're only a month late. GOOD JOB.

Until next time,
Fuck witty says, I'm fuckin' sick.
~Kataron

It's My Turn To Dream

ZOMBIES!

I mean...Hey.

I just got back from wandering around Rockwood with Eric, Dave, Andrew and Rick. We went to Rockmosa and hung out for a while. Then we started playing "ZOMBIES!" with rocks. 'twas fun, but I got hit with a bunch of rocks. And Dave put some down my pants. But aaaaaaaaaanyways.

Then we started scouting around Rockwood looking for safehouses from zombies. We stopped at the convenience store, and got some ice cream. Then I asked Heather, the girl working there, if she thought it would hold up against zombies. She told me I needed a life, and then after more questioning finally said that no, she didn't think it would hold up against zombies. DARN! That was my whole plan...For when the zombies eventually invade, you know? It's gonna happen at some point. I was just gonna go there. Food, fortification, multiple exits. All you need in a refuge. But upon closer inspection, the bars on the windows would NOT stand up to a dozen relentless zombies. Sigh...Ah well. I'd still hit that place up as soon as the zombies became apparent. I'd need Coke and junk food. Because if Nate doesn't get any Coke, he'll go crazy and start sacrificing people to the zombies.

But yeah. Then we checked out the drop-in building to see if it could hold up against zombies. It'd last for a bit, but in the end it would fall. It's got windows all around it, but the windows are covered with a layer of plastic a short distance away from it. One of the windows has broken plastic, but the others are in good shape. It'll last a little while. But not forever...

We also checked the church, which has some vulnerable windows, and won't last long, but it could do in a pinch if defended with some pews (teeheehee) for boarding up the windows.

The real fortress though, is the Bell building...I mean, DAMN! It's only got a few windows on the front, high above the ground, also BARRED. The two doors we saw on the front and side were heavy metal doors complete with coded locks. DAAAAAAAAAAMN it's nice. Plus fences 'round the back. Zombies and fences do not mix. It's perfect! All I need to do is find a way in.

Maybe Heather was right. Maybe I do need a life. I mean, I think more about zombies than anything else.

But you know what I don't really understand? The female need for flowers...My girlfriend's wanted flowers from me for a while. I can't really afford them, but yeah. I don't get it. I mean...Sure, they look pretty, but they don't do anything. I mean, I can understand jewelery. That looks pretty and lasts. But flowers, what do they do? They look pretty and smell nice, then BAM! Dead. Don't get it at all. I mean, I might as well buy you a puppy with a terminal illness. It's all cute, and then BAM! DEAD! Oh, did I forget to tell you it has a terminal illness. My bad! Now that would be awkward.

"The puppy died!"

"Yeah."

"Why are you so calm? IT DIED!"

"Yeah. Didn't you read the card? The one that said it had a terminal illness?"

"What card? What are you talking about?!"

"Oh right...The dog chewed that up...Totally my bad."

That right there is a textbook definition of an awkward conversation. Textbook. But yeah, a terminally ill dog equals flowers to me. And that is fucked up. Oh, look at the time. I must sleep, and dream of zombies.

Until next time,
You've won this round, Gadget...But you won't have that girl around forever! One day some chump will knock her up, and then she'll have a kid to care for...Then my day will come, Gadget.
~Kataron

Of Transformants and Brevity

Hey there.

Blargh, I'm rarely getting the time to come on here and write up my posts. I have ideas floating around in my head, but now that I've lost my computer time in the morning, I don't get the chance to put them down.

And I'll take this opportunity to repeat the bullshitness of the stupid rule. I can only log in during engineering (well, only a few minutes after the period actually begins. Good job on that one.), because of my blogging. They said that it's because I'm using the computers for non-school related activities, but that's such total bullshit. It's all because I've been blogging from school, and they don't like to be connected. I'm not the only blogger that's been scolded for blogging, either. Erin, a girl from my Writer's Craft class seems to be getting in trouble for blogging. It's irritating that they're choosing the bloggers to punish, when every fuckingd day, I see people in there on MSN, playing games, and watching videos. We're actually doing something that could be considered productive, and we're getting in trouble for it. And I'm still irritated by the fact that they didn't warn me or even inform me. BWAH!

Anyways...Let's go into some other stuff that fucking irritates me when people do it.

For one, I fucking hate it when people hang out with you, only to ignore you. A friend of mine recently had a visitor down to hang out at his house. They hung out for a while, and it was cool, until they got back to his house. Then the person decided to go on MSN and chat with somebody for the rest of the night.

Who the fuck does that? That's just...That's just irritating. Why would you come down to somebody's house just to ignore them? What kind of friend are you, anyway? Sure, I've chatted on MSN at friend's houses. But I don't go to their houses, hang out for a while, and then just completely ignore them while chatting. That's just fucking rude.

*backhands society*

Goddamn I hate people these days.

But that's just a generic commentary.

We had a philosophy test today that I totally bombed...Me? I'm not so good on the ethics. Although I find the subject interesting. Especially when it comes down to ethical treatment of animals. Animal rights, and such.

And let me just say this right now. Animal rights: Bullshit. To give animals rights would be to put them on the same level as humans. And let's face it, we're vastly different. For one, we're sentient. Animals, not so much. When I see a bear logging on to the internet, I'll say it has sentience and therefore rights. But it has to be doing something. And not just looking at porn, anything can do that. It has to at least be playing a game, checking its email, blogging. Just...Something. Until then, fuck bears.

And who gets the job of deciding what animals get rights, and what don't? They all do, you say? Lunacy! What are you gonna do, give rights to an ant and then arrest some kid for stepping on it. Sue pesticide companies for genocide? Label a flyswatter as a deadly weapon? Fucking ridiculous.

Animals do not have rights. They are animals. I don't care if it's a cat, a dog, a jaguar, or a midget. They're animals. And midgets are just fucking freaky.

And don't say that I don't understand because I don't have pets or some shit like that. I've heard that one before. And for your information, I have two dogs, three cats, an iguana, and a guinea pig. I've got pets.

And I still don't think they should have rights. I believe that somebody should be punished if they come into my house and kill my cat.

Because:

A) I've grown fond of my cat over the years.

and

B) The cat is my property. I would also believe that somebody should be punished if they come into my house and shoot my television with a 12-gauge shotgun.

So there.

But you know what else I hate?

The Rebel Alliance of Star Wars. Fuck the rebels. Fuck them right in the ear. They're worthless hippie bastards.

"Look at us, we're rebels! We've got a base on Hoth, and those ships that fire the cables!"

Bastards. I've always held a grudge against the Rebels. I mean...They're just such pussies.

Look at the Imperials! They know what the fuck they're doing. They're organized, they've got good weapons, vehicles. The stormtroopers ar a bit dense, but when you really look at it, so are the rebel troops. And they've got the fucking Death Star, for God's sake! And fucking Star Destroyers! What do the rebels have? Admiral fishface. No offense, fish-dude, but you're no planet-busting machine.

That...That is all for now, but there'll be more this weekend. 'cause I've got nothing better to do.

Until next time,
The Voles are coming!
~Kataron

We Both Go Down Together

Howdy, barn-yard animals. Why did I call you that? I'm not quite sure.

I must apologize for not posting over the weekend. I meant to, was busy, blah blah blah, you know how the speech goes.

So, Friday was the Wonderland trip. And quite frankly, it was wonderful. Pun intended. We went on Top Gun, The Minebuster, and then we got some funnel cakes. Before that, we had a rather large group. Myself, Mitch, Andy, Behrang, Trevor, Rick, Justin, Jon, and another guy that I don't care enough about to remember his name. All but two rode top gun, and then we split up with Jon and mysteryman to go to Minebuster.

The funnel cakes were delicious, and soon we were deciding what to do next. Most of them wanted to go on The Bat. I shuddered and decided that no, I won't do that. Not so soon after eatting an entire funnel cake with strawberries and ice cream. So Justin, Mitch and I hung around and took a bit longer to finish eatting, while the others lined up for The Bat. From there, we eyed a strange twirly ride, but decided against it. 'twas stomach-turning just to behold it. So instead we rode The Fly, and then moved on to The Rage. For those of you that don't know, The Rage is the pirate ship that goes in the pendulum fashion, but never makes a full rotation. The great thing about the ride? No freakin' line! It's one of those rides that you can go on again and again without stopping. So we did. Then we hit the arcade, I played a bit of DDR, but I lost when a little girl just hopped up and popped four coins in and started playing with me. She fucked up, and made us both lose. Thanks, KID.

From there, we wandered around a bit, and decided to go on Thunder Run. Just because it brought back memories. It was fun, and then we met up with Dave who told us that another ride, Dragon something had virtually no line. So we headed up there, and rode that. Justin was freaking out at first, because this ride had loops and the like, and he wasn't a roller-coaster person. In fact, his first roller-coaster had been The Minebuster, which is the large wooden one we rode earlier. But that one had no loops. This had two loops and a corkscrew. He was freaking out even as we went up the large hill that is so typical of these roller-coasters, and then it started. When it was over, he said that he loved it, and that he was glad that he had done it. Huzzah!

I love roller coasters...That feeling of weightlessness at the top of a loop. Good shit. Anyways, then we had to leave.

Youth group that night was good, save for the intrusion of a strange woman from the church that decided to help us watch the kids, the irritating father of four or five of the kids sticking around for most of the evening, and Peter's bothersome visit. Oh, and the kids were louder than normal. We even had one tiny little girl that I dubbed 'The Banshee", because she just kept shrieking. Yargh...This week, we're supposed to have a new helper and the kids should hopefully be quieter. I managed not to flip out on any of them and behead them with the mere powers of my thoughts, but OH I WAS CLOSE. Especially when some of the little shits brought nail-clippers to taunt me with. Oh, thanks kids. Little fuckers. I like my creepily long nails, thank you very much.

*ahem*

The next day was fun. I met up with Esmee, Courtney, Ryan, Jared, Kevin, and Wyatt at King's Buffet, where we all had a blast. The food was good, the company was excellent, and the conversation was WACKY. Jared wore a cloak, and Ryan was wearing a dark trenchcoat.

When we left, we started towards Jared's house, and decided on party positions. Jared dubbed himself the spellcaster, and Ryan dubbed himself the Rogue. The clothing seemed appropriate, so I was fine with it. Esmee was the Fighter/Tank, Kevin was the Bard (not by choice :p), Courtney was an NPC, and I was a ranger. I forget what Wyatt was...A Monk or something? Ah well.

As we walked, we pretended to be our characters for a while. For me, that meant firing imaginary arrows at passing cars and cats. It was a little awkward when I fired an arrow made of pure imagination at a police car before realizing that it was a police car, but oh well. We must have looked quite odd. Good times.

Then we went to Kevin's grandmother's house for continued conversation. It was cool. As odd as it was to go to his grandmother's house, it was cool. She's out of town or something, so he's house-sitting. He had a few chores to do, so we hung out and listened to music channels. Then Esmee's dad drove me home, as I needed to work on my engineering project the next day, and couldn't stay the night.

The next day was the boring one of the weekend, with me only leaving the house for Coke. Circuit diagrams that I still can't make sense of and parts lists that will haunt my dreams filled the day.

Today wasn't bad, though. I barely slept last night due to evil pain in my mouth. I think I've got Wisdom teeth coming in. Bwarglf. When I woke up, they still ached, but it subsided over the day.

First period wasn't as bad as it could have been, 'cause I hung out with Mike, but it would have otherwise been boring, as I forgot my writing notebook at home. I see it sitting here in front of me now, so I'll have something to do tomorrow. Since I can't go on the computers anymore except during my engineering class (Oh, and I'm still pissed at that. *mutters something about nazis and Pepsi*), and I can't be in the stairwell or I'll be suspended (Still pissed at that, too *mutters something about power-tripping and explanations that don't mean anything*), my spare now sucks.

The worst thing is, I can't even sleep in 'cause I need to catch my damn bus. YARG.

Second period was tiring, and lunch was non-descript. During third, I hung out with Rick and Jon in the quad. It was...Interesting, if nothing else.

I was tired all day and not much happened in Engineering. Except for me learning that Jared took away my adminship and probably changed my Custom Title in Rusitu Maitas. JERK. Now I'm afraid to post because I don't know what my CT will be, and I can't change it. Jackass.

Oh, and I wanted to link you to this brilliant article.

I love it. It's an ingenius way to live life. I wish to start implementing some of its ideals as soon as possible.

And I also recently remembered the war game that Scott and I thought up one time when I stayed down at Seth's...I'm going to start work on that again sometime soon.

Because I love video games. I mean, I love them. Of all forms of story-telling, I think they are the best. Books, television shows, movies...Video games offer that sense of power that makes them so much better than the others. You're in control, you decided what happens. Or at least, it seems you are. Most stories should be moved over the video games, because it's a good way to tell them. Instead of describing your dream-worlds, make them. Show us. Take us along your plot ideas and tell us your story, making us even more involved with the sense of control.

Not that I dislike books, movies, and television, mind you. Oh no, quite the opposite. I loves them, I do. But I love video games even more.

But you know what I don't love? The name Alan. What an ugly, ugly name.

Honestly, it's hideous. I'm a big judge of names. I mean, when I got cheated on by Eva with some guy named Bob, that hurt for two reasons. First because after six months, being cheated on always hurts, but second, it was with somebody named Bob. I mean, come on! I'd understand somebody named...I dunno, Mortikai. That's a weird name. WEIRDLY AWESOME! But Bob? Come on...

And there's a bunch of other names I hate. Joe. Ted. Teddy's fine, but Ted's just irritating. Joel is a good name. A very good name. Paul is an acceptable name depending on the last name. But Alan is just ugly no matter how you look at it. I mean, ewwwwwwww. Alan. Gross!

And don't you hate it when you like somebody for a long while, and then all of a sudden, BAM! They're dating somebody else? It's much worse when they know that you liked them before. And even worse when they still want to hang out with you the same as you did before. I mean, what the hell? Do you really think that things are going to be the same? You must be pretty dense to believe that...No, once something like that happens, the relationship is never the same again. So drop it, leave it alone. Don't torture them anymore.

And with that, I'm off.

Until next time,
c) stop lying
~Kataron

Pubic Awareness

Wow, that was a whole bunch of anonymous comments back there on that last post.

And yes, I'm aware the title says "pubic", instead of "public". We got something a few months ago that was a public awareness thing, but due to a hilarious misprint, it said pubic instead. My brother and I still frequently laugh about it.

So yeah.

Let's go over what a hippie is, shall we? The Nate definition of a hippie, at any rate.

You are a hippie if you:

- Bathe infrequently for the point of not bathing. Dirtiness on reason of laziness is gross, but not hippieish. You gotta want to stink.
- Make a point about brand name clothing. I'm not saying that I agree with shirts splashing company logos right on the front and getting advertising that way, but honestly? I don't fucking care. And neither should you, you damn hippies. Get over it.
- Protest anything. If you have ever been to a protest, if you have ever held up one of those damn signs desperately trying to get people to pay attention to you long enough for your utterly pointless message to sink in, you're a hippie. This is the biggist thing. You can call yourself an activist all you fucking want, but you're just a hippie.
- Smoke marijuana frequently or even regularly. This alone could make you just a druggie, but when mixed in with the other reasons, you get hippies.
- Are part of the environment club. I mean no offense to the club itself, but let's face it. Who would join the environment club if not hippies? Now, these hippies aren't necessarily as bad as the protesting constantly hippies, but they are hippies nonetheless.

I think you get the point. To me, at least, everything above falls under the category of hippie behaviour. I dislike the term activist, because it's simply hippies that don't want to be called hippies. In fact, it's worse. It's hippies in denial that do incredibly stupid things that can get them or others hurt because of bullshit reasons that they quite often believe simply to be different. *deep breath*. And furthermore, there is not all that much difference anyway between an activist and a hippie. When you think about it, activists could be defined as an offshoot of hippies. The hippies that decided to take their bullshit messages too far and blow something up, burn something down, or do other stupid shit like that.

I mean, honestly people, do you really think you're going to accomplish anything with petty acts of vandalism, arson, and other crimes? Hell no. You're going to get some media attention, and for as many people that agree with you and what you did, dozens more will spring up condemning you.

I despise hippies, I despise activists, and I think you all need to get some fucking hobbies that don't involve pickets signs, bongs, or anything that makes Nate want to backhand you.

Sorry 'bout that, folks. It's just that from time to time, I feel the need to restate my hatred for hippies. If you don't agree with my definition, good for you. Call me an idiot for disagreeing with your point of view. Because I don't care what you people think about me. I really just don't care. If you disagree with what I say, then fuck off and don't read it anymore. It's really quite simple.

*deep breath*

And for nuclear power, I'm still fine with it. And until it affects me personally, I'm going to continue being fine with it.

So...Yeah.

I dunno, I'm tired and rambly.

I'm gonna go to bed now, because I have Wonderland tomorrow.

I'd just like to close with a message to somebody, who knows who they are.

Leave Dave alone.

Until next time,
I'm no hero. I sometimes like to feel like one, though.
~Kataron

Situational Comedy

Nate back.

School was generic today. First period spare was hella-boring since I couldn't use the internet. I don't even fully understand the reason why we can't use the computers for non-school things. It's a wasted resource otherwise, when nobody's using it. And even when I was doing non-school things, if I needed to give up my computer for somebody that needed it for school, I did so gladly. But to implement this rule so close to the end of the year is just plain dumb, in my opinion. People have been using these computers for things other than school since the beginning of the year. With me, I've been doing so for give years now. To implement the rule with only one month left makes very little sense.

But...Whatever.

Dave's class was in there first period, so I got to hang out with him for a while, which was cool. We came up with some ideas for the SIT COM that the nerds are making. That's right, we're making a freakin' sit com. Well, we're writing the scripts, anyway. It's a lot of fun thinking of funny things that would happen to a group of nerds that live together.

My favourite episode idea is where we stalk a couple to see how relationships work. Har har har. But for now, we're just going to continue with the scripts. I'll probably publish them on here when we're done.

In this show, Jared is the normal one living in a house full of weirdos. I bunk with Justin and make sexual jokes constantly. Andy lives in the basement, and surfaces usually only to find food. Owen lives in the attic, or as he calls it, 'the penthouse', and frequently comes down wearing a bathrobe and holding a martini. Wyatt...Well, Wyatt's Wyatt. Rick doesn't actually live there, but still manages to sleep on the couch most of the time.

It should be a good time.

But I've other things I should be doing.

So I'll leave you with a link.

Check this shit out. Disciples 3! *drools*

The Disciples series is simply fantastic, and I can't wait for this new addition.

Until next time,
I'm naked about 90% of the time.
~Kataron