Whatever Lies Beyond This Morning

Huh. New Year's Eve. Somehow I managed to forget that it was tonight.

Not that it matters much, I suppose, I don't have anything particularly exciting to do. Granted, Jared and girlJared invited me to Guelph with them, but going to a New Year's Eve thing with a couple hardly sounds exciting. And they just left, after trying to convince me again to join them.

Nah, it's gonna be a solo-Nate zombie movie marathon tonight, with lots of food, caffeinated beverages, and it'll probably end with me lying facedown on the floor talking to myself in various accents.

But it's times like this that you feel obligated to look back on the past year and wonder "Where did it go?".

Well, I know where this past year went. Last year at this time I was working at the factory, making decent money but having no time to see people or do anything social aside from the occasional bar night.

Then I started helping my dad with various projects, and that ate up many months of my time.

Then I moved out.

Now we're here.

Have there been any big decisions that completely altered the course of my life, for better or worse? Probably. Moving out was one of them, I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but I haven't been miserable until recently, so I suppose that's a plus.

With that decision still up in the air as to the intelligence of its selection, we'll have to move on.

Most of my other attempts at things have ended poorly, if not downright terribly.

Last year at this point of time I was at Seth's house, hanging out with him. That was a good way to ring in the new year, even if at the time we were watching A Walk To Remember. Yeah, Seth had somewhat of a Mandy Moore obsession at that point. The night was basically spent hanging out and watching movies. Yeah, that was a good night.

The year before I believe I spent New Year's Eve with Esmee. That was a long time ago now. Two years. Damn that was a long time ago.

I wonder what the next year will hold for Nate. I don't know about you, readers, but I'm hoping it'll involve a cute girl. And maybe a job. But I'm more concerned probably about the cute girl part. What can I say? I'm lonely.

Aside from those two things, I don't really care what the next year has in store for me. Whatever it is, I'll work it out as it comes. I'm pretty...I dunno what the word is. Uncaring? Indifferent? We're gonna go with indifferent. I'm pretty indifferent about what the next year's got planned for me. I just want it to involve a pretty lady to occupy my mind and a job to occupy the rest of me.

I just hope to God that the zombie apocalypse isn't within the next year. Because I'm just not ready. I don't have any guns at all. Give me some time! Just a little more time! I'll start to stockpile resources when I've got gainful employment, I promise! Just give me some more time!

...Hm, it appears I've begun to plead. Well, whatever. If the zombies come, I'll do my best to hold them off while rescuing those important to me in daring, flashy rescues involving explosives and maybe a hat. But then I'll die. Because I don't have the necessary guns.

I've been thinking a lot about zombies lately. I'm going to watch every zombie movie I have tonight, or at least as many as I can before I pass out or die.

That includes:

Dawn of the Dead (Original)
Dawn of the Dead (remake)
Day of the Dead
Land of the Dead
Night of the Living Dead: Necropolis
Night of the Living Dead: Rave to the Grave
(and via computer, the following:)
28 Days Later
28 Weeks Later
Planet Terror

Yeah. That's my big plan for the evening. There'd be a cake involved if the goddamn Dairy Queen hadn't been closed. *shakes fist* I wanted a cake. I'll have to find something else to eat for snacks as I get my zombie on.

Oh, and speaking of zombies, I'm going to begin work on a script of sorts for a zombie tv show. The script will probably end up being adapted into a series of short stories or one big story, but the point is that zombies pwn.

I think that about covers everything I wanted to mention. If you've contributed to making my last year a pleasant one, then thank you. If you haven't, then what the fuck are you doing here?

I really wanted that goddamn cake.

I also recommend that you all listen to the sogn Easy Breezy by Utada Hikaru. She did the songs for Kingdom Hearts and Kingdom Hearts 2. But this song is still my favourite by her. I cannot stop listening to this song. I've been listening to a combination of it, and the themes from KH and KH2 for the past half-hour.

But anyway, I'm done here.

Until next time,
When we are older, you'll understand what I meant when I said "No, I don't think life is quite that simple".
~Kataron

Exodus

You know, sometimes I think I should write a book. But then I realize that I don't have the attention span for such a prolonged project, and also that nobody would read it. I don't even know what it'd be about. It would most likely just be me bitching about things that irritate me, and that's pretty much what this is, right?

So while we're on the subject of things that piss Nate off...

I'm getting tired of trees. I mean, when I was little, trees were awesome. They were fun. You could climb 'em, hang shit off 'em, build tree forts in 'em, but now that I'm twenty years of age, I just don't care anymore. There are too many trees.

So let's cut some more of those bitches down, shall we? Fuck the forests, and fuck the rainforests. You know what those things are breeding grounds for? WEREWOLVES. You want a fucking werewolf infestation just so you can have some fucking trees? Well, fuck you, I'd rather my life be werewolf-free. So let's cut those fuckers down and clear out their natural habitats.

In particular, the rainforests house the much deadlier, tropical werewolf. But if we take down their natural habitats, then humankind can continue to crush everything in our path with no remorse, as we've been doing for years.

Sometimes I forget if I'm trying to be satirical, so take that however you will.

Oh, so that copy of Beauty and the Beast I ordered for Kristina came in. Not sure what I'm gonna do with the DVD now, but it cost me sixty bucks and the girl I ordered it for won't speak to me apart from repeating that she wants her games back, so I've no idea what to do with it. I -could- just keep it, but I don't really want it. Any thoughts?

Also the other gift I ordered for her that I never told her about came in, but I've already found something else to do with that, so that's not an issue.

So I've been back in Kitchener since Saturday afternoon, and it's damn nice to have my own bed back. It's so comfortable.

Watched some Firefly with Jared last night. And by "some Firefly" I mean the two part pilot and the first two episodes after that. It was pretty grand. Other than that, I spent most of Saturday watching everything I hadn't yet seen of How I Met Your Mother. Apart from one episode Jared had not yet uploaded to netshare, I've seen it all.

Today I got up, spent a while deciding which video game to play, then ended up watching large parts of a Spaced marathon on Showcase. For those of you that don't know, that's a show from the Shaun of the Dead/Hot Fuzz guys, and it's pretty great. Jared even came and sat in for the last few episodes.

After that Jared and I found some food, then I watched some movies.

Started with Black Christmas, which I only watched because it had cute girls in it. But even cute girls couldn't save this piece of crap. It made me honestly angry at how bad it was and how implausible some of the things that happened were.

Pulse, on the other hand, was much better. I watched that next, and quite enjoyed it.

Then I watched Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust, which I downloaded a while ago but never got around to watching. It was pretty good.

Then Eric called, It talked to him for a bit, and that brings us to just about here.

And you know who I still don't like? Chris' girlfriend, whose name I won't bother to figure out how to spell. And I haven't even seen her in weeks, if not months. I can't help but hate the most boring person ever. I mean, maybe if she was on fire, I'd be a little more interested. But even then I wouldn't be interested enough for more than a precursory glance and a low, muttered "huh".

I also hate people who won't admit it when they're wrong. And yeah, har har har, I know I can be one of those people, but I'm usually joking about it. It's the stubborn, self-righteous ones that piss me the fuck off. So sorry that our opinions differ, thanks for trying to change my mind with a combination of pissiness and curse words. I guess I just never saw it from that perspective before! Fucking tools.

And fuck Buddhists. Just...Fuck 'em. Irritating little shits. Some of you might remember The Buddhist. Namely Ryan and Jared. That guy was such an irritating little prick. Take a hint and fuck off, you oblivious bastard. I'm glad I haven't seen him in years.

Hm. I'm still angry, but I don't know what to bitch about now.

So I'm just going to go to bed and think angry thoughts until I fall asleep.

Until next time,
Always distrust somebody wearing a hat.
~Kataron

Almost Another Day

It appears I haven't posted since Christmas. I've been...preoccupied, I suppose.

The day after Christmas, I ended up hanging out with Rebecca and Dave, mostly because Rebecca called me right after I'd woken up (was still in bed, mind you). So she came over and saw my fish, since she'd been wanting to see them for weeks. Then we went and rented Stardust, although we didn't watch it until the next day. But I'm getting there, be patient. So I went over to her house, played some Halo 3, and then Dave came by. We kept playing Halo 3 for a bit, which was fun on Live because a lot of people had just received the game for Christmas, so they were absolutely fucking terrible at it. A string of double-kills certainly made me feel better about myself.

Then we watched...Hairspray. I didn't want to see the movie at first, because it seemed so goddamn gay. I mean, John Travolta playing a woman!?! Heresy! But despite my objections and initial bias, the movie was actually disturbingly good. But I won't go on anymore about that.

Then we watched the third Pirates movie, which unfortunately was a massive disappointment. Granted, it had some good scenes, but far too much of Elizabeth Swan. What a stupid bitch of a character. I didn't hate her in the first movie, but I did in the second one, and it's only worse in the third one. The movie was also far, FAR too long. To the point where my attention would fade away until something flashy happened and drew it back in.

Then I went over to Dave's to spend the night, which is always entertaining. We ended up playing through the entirety of Portal, and watching that Chuck and Larry movie, which was funnier than I thought it would be. We also ordered much pizza, and drank many Cokes, and ended up sitting around talking for hours, but it quickly became the type of talking that happens late at night when you're too tired to do anything but too stubborn to sleep, the kind where nothing makes sense and EVERYTHING is hilarious. Yeah.

The next day I came back and helped my dad get a TV working, then I went back over to Rebecca's and watched Stardust, which was awesome. I've been surprised with all the movies I've seen lately. Didn't think I'd like Hairspray, thought I'd love Pirates, thought I wouldn't find Chuck and Larry as funny, and didn't think Stardust would be anywhere near as epic as it was. I'd recommend the movie to anybody that likes good movies. If you don't though, then watch something else, like Pirates.

Then I came back here and spent the night watching anime on my computer until Eric and Simone decided to call me up for a two thirty in the morning walk around Rockwood in December. It was fun, though, and I hadn't seen Simone since I saw her briefly a couple months ago. Same old Simone, whom I've missed.

Then I came back here and slept until one thirty or so today when Eric called me. Then I watched some anime, and went over to his house to watch Evan Almighty, which was hilarious. Then youth group, which I've already forgotten large chunks of. I remember playing Zombies!!! and cheating a lot. I love cheating. It makes things more fun when you've got a card or two hidden up your sleeve to pull out when you feel the need.

Honestly, people, do you not know me? You need to keep your goddamn eyes open, or I'll take every opportunity I have to cheat my ass off. Three Dragon Ante, Zombies!!!, even fucking Magic: The Gathering. I'll cheat if I think I can get away with it. And I usually do. So muahahahaha to you.

After youth group we went for Chinese food, and then I came back here and found a new comment on my "Merry Fucking Christmas" post from Kristina. Trying to ignore it, I kept going with what I was doing until she decided to unblock me and inform me that (and I was quite surprised at this) she DID indeed want her games back. Shocking, really. I had no idea. Sorry, I get sarcastic when I'm irritated. Ah fuck it, I'm not sorry. Most of my apologies on this blog are completely fraudulent anyway. But anyways, I informed her that I had no intention of keeping her games (two Mario Party games and a gamecube microphone thing, for the record), and that I only hadn't returned them to her because I had not yet left Rockwood. She told me to call her when I got back to Kitchener, and then promptly blocked me again.

Now, I don't like random angry messages, so to prevent such from happening again, I blocked her and sent her to the lowest group on my MSN, which I never check. If she's blocked me, I see no reason why I shouldn't simply have returned the favour, so I did.

Provided that she's got my copy of Luminous Arc safe and sound, she'll get her games back (I never actually got around to playing them anyway), so everything should be fine with that.

I'll be back in Kitchener tomorrow, although I'm not sure if I'm going to call her. That just seems like it would be unpleasant, and I don't like to purposefully subject myself to unpleasant, awkward, and socially uncomfortable situations. Not that I see the matter of the games being resolved this weekend anyway, as Seth works weekends, and I've no intention of taking an bus ride an hour there and an hour back simply to return some games. It's much more efficient if I do so while on route to see somebody that doesn't seem to hate me. But we'll see how this whole things goes.

I suppose it's time that I got over this whole thing and simply moved on anyway, although that isn't going to stop my emotions to randomly shift from sadness to rage. Not for a little while, anyway.

But anyways, it's two thirty in the morning, and I probably sound pretty bitter, so I'm just going to finish my episode of Bleach and wander off to bed. By this time tomorrow, I'll be in my own bed in Kitchener instead of Dave's uncomfortable couch or the crappy foam monstrosity I've got on my bedframe upstairs right now. That'll be nice, although I'm going to miss all my friends around here again. It's been nice seeing everybody again.

Until next time,
Designer bags are one of the things that make females the inferior gender. It's a fucking bag. It holds shit. Get over yourselves.
~Kataron

Friends and Christmas

Hey folks.

Well, today was both pretty crappy and kind of okay. The crappiness comes from the friend I lost the other night, and the okayness comes from the friends that I still have.

So I'd just like to take a moment and thank my real friends, which I don't do nearly enough.

Jared, I've known you too damn long, and you know me too damn well, so fuck you and your ability to read me, you bastard board-game winner. Aside from that, you've seen me through pretty much every bad thing that's ever happened to me in my entire life, so I'm thankful for you.

James, I haven't known you as long as I've known Jared, but you've also seen me through a lot of darker times in my life, particularly that one summer where I was a pussy-ass emo bitch for the majority of it. I don't hang out with you enough these days, and I'm sorry for that, but you're still one of my best friends.

Then there's Eric, who is always up for a late night walk to talk about whatever's troubling me. Then we drink caffeinated beverages and play video games. It's how life should be, and getting to hang out with somebody who doesn't have to worry about school and work is really helpful.

Dave, when I first met you, I thought you were really, really strange. I was right, but you're also one of my best friends, and you're there when I need to vent something on MSN. And whenever I'm down, you find some ridiculous way to cheer me up, be it a prank phone or a hilarious picture of a zombie eating an orphan. That parentless little brat never even saw it coming.

There's also Rick, whom I haven't been able to see as much since he moved out, but from the point that he showed up at my door with Coke (well, actually more from the point that he seduced my friendship with his awesome computer and THEN I realized that he was really cool) he's been a great friend to me, which I'm always thankful for.

Then there's Ryan, who has always been a great and nerdy friend. He was always there with a comforting, intelligent-sounding piece of advice when I needed one, especially back when I was going through the troubles that one summer. Oh, and I only haven't given you the url to the other blog again yet 'cause I haven't seen you on-line and not set to away.

Then there's Scott, a good friend that's about to be living a lot closer. You rock, dude, and I look forward to being able to hang out with you all the time when you move closer. Your logic and sense of humour never fail to put me in a better mood.

Also there's Seth, whom I'm going to be spending a lot more time with these coming days. We've been friends for years, but we've barely hung out for ages. Soon that will be remedied.

And Rebecca, you're super-cool, and you're dating one of my best friends, so even if you weren't I'd be required by law to like you. We should hang out more and pwn some n00bs at various games.

And Kate, who is being mentioned last on here simply because I don't think she reads my blog. We've been friends since...Grade eleven, I think. I used to just think that you were just your average cute girl, but I knew you were different when you actually became friends with Jared and I, the two biggest geeks in the class. We've each been through our share of problems, and we've always had each other to rely on for advice and friendship. So thanks for putting up with Jared and I this long.

If you're not mentioned here, then obviously we either don't talk enough anymore, of I've made a colossal error in my tired/caffeinated mental state.

But you guys have stuck with me through thick and thin, through the good times and bad, and I just wanted to thank you all for doing so for so damn long. You guys are true friends, and it shouldn't take me becoming miserable and so many of you trying to make me feel better to prompt me to say it.

Also, I fucking HATE Christmas. It's a stupid holiday and I'm not afraid to say it. It's stupid from the religious perspective because it's supposed to be the birth of Christ, supposing he was real, he wouldn't have been born around now at all. It was made to align with the winter solstice to appease the various pagans, and that irritates me. But it's also stupid from a NON-religious perspective, because everybody seems to be trying to take the religion out of it, when "Christ" is in the very name of it.

Like it or not, our society is built on religion. You can't simply remove something from it after so many years just because you dislike a certain part of it. I don't give a fuck if you're religious or not. I'm not religious, doesn't mean I'm gonna pussy out and start saying "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas". Because fuck the other holidays, I don't give a shit about them, and I don't give a shit if you celebrate them and feel left out. Boo-fucking-hoo. When I was in elementary school, we used to sing fucking Christmas carols and do all sorts of other shit about Christmas, now you can't fucking do that because you might offend somebody.

Well, if somebody's gonna be offended by that, then FUCK THEM. They deserve to be goddamn offended in the first place. Shit, we used to sing Christmas carols in school, and they were pretty much all about the birth of Christ (except Frosty the Snowman, I guess), and did I get influenced by them and base my religious views on something I sang in school? Fuck no, I was just fucking glad to spend an afternoon NOT learning something. Fuck this politically correct bullshit.

But also fuck those "Keep Christ in Christmas" signs. Those are fucking stupid. Yeah, you think you're getting your point across by a stupid fucking sign? Well, you're not. If you've got something to say about it, then actually SAY something, don't put a fucking sign on your snow-covered lawn and wait for somebody to rip it up and throw it away, then just get pissed at the vandals. Don't be a fucking pussy.

But I'm gonna watch some Firefly now, then probably get angry again and post on another one of my blogs. Dunno which one, I've got a couple that I'm favouring these days. But either way, I'm done this for now.

Until next time,
"If only I had a moms." Well, you don't. Stupid orphan.
~Kataron

Merry Fucking Christmas.

Well, it's Christmas day, and it looks to me like it's not going to be a particularly fun Christmas. Hell, it hasn't even been a decent Christmas eve.

I hung out with Kate and Jared today, which was fun enough, but when I got home I got into another argument with Kristina, and now it seems that our friendship is at an end.

Although perhaps in the end this will be for the best, as she didn't even trust me enough not to flat-out lie to her. And I don't suppose I have time for people that can't be bothered to trust me.

I'd go more into detail about it, but that's what my other blog is for. And don't bother trying the url you have, I've changed it again. If you want to know, then ask me.

In the end, I suppose that friendship doesn't matter to some people as much as it does to me. But then, I don't have as many friends as a lot of others. As a rule though, I generally don't end friendships in a fit of rage, as I believe I could come to regret such a decision when the anger fades. But once more, I guess I'm not like a lot of the other people out there.

So as you can tell, it hasn't been a good day. Shit, it hasn't even been a good week. And it's looking like it's going to be a shitty fucking Christmas.

But that's all I care to talk about right now.

Until next time,
Friendships used to mean something.
~Kataron

Make You Cry

So, I've reached a rather odd conclusion.

I've decided that I wish I was in a coma.

Hey, I told you it was odd. But hear me out here.

If I was in a coma, I wouldn't have to worry about things. Christmas? Not my problem. Rent? I'm in a coma, fuck off. School? Who cares, I'm in a coma.

And people would be forced to sit with me while I'm unconscious out of pity, forcing them to waste valuable time talking to the mental equivalent of a vegetable. And frankly, that idea entertains me.

I wouldn't have to worry about cooking food or anything. They'd feed me through a tube, and I wouldn't be picky, 'cause I'd be gone.

I wouldn't want to be one of those people that slips into a coma and then just dies, because that would be dull, but if I managed to continue living while being in a coma, then that would be cool.

Plus maybe people would dress me up for Halloween. Or at least put sunglasses on me. I'd be the coolest comatose person ever.

But the main reason I think a coma would be fun is that I'd obviously slip into my own fantasy world created by my subconscious. Bonus points if you get the reference, but if I could somehow actually CREATE my own fantasy world in my head, I'd much prefer to live in it, even if I'm in a coma on the outside.

So let me say this now. Don't you bastards ever pull the plug on me and let me die.

Um. Yeah. So I'm thinking a coma could be interesting.

That's pretty much all I have to say at the moment.

Until next time,
The Odyssey. The reference we were looking for was that of a short-lived Canadian series in which a boy goes into a coma and ends up in a world inside his head. The Odyssey. It was awesome.
~Kataron

Crescendolls

Okay, I feel the need for a very serious WTF here.

A grade eleven kid at a high school somewhere in the states got a DETENTION for running...

Wait for it...

Not MSN...

Not some kind of naughty website...

Not some kind of on-line game...

But...

Are you ready for it? I don't know if you are.

BUT I'LL SAY IT ANYWAY.

He got a detention for running fucking Firefox.

Yeah.

Apparently the idiot teacher didn't realize that it was simply another browser program, and that he was doing his work.

Article here

and actual letter sent to parents here

Yeah, what the hell is that about?

And yesterday was pretty awesome, despite the fact that I was in the cold for a lot. I waited first for half an hour in the snow for a bus that didn't come, then took the taxi down there, then when I had to leave Kristina's house, I walked for another half-hour in the cold to get to the bus stop, waited for an hour for the bus to NOT come, then another half-hour while I figured out what the fuck to do for the night.

I ended up having a great time going over to Seth's. I met his neighbour, and the guy that now lives in Seth's basement. We had some good hangouts, and then the next morning Andy from Battle Creek, the band Seth's in, came down. We all hung out for a bit, then he, Seth and I ended up going to my place in Kitchener to grab some of my stuff, then to Guelph where we hung out at the mall for a while.

We found Chad at the mall, too, and I met Seth's ladyfriend. And Richard was there for a bit! Everybody loves Richard. He kissed my forehead. It was weird, but it was Richard, so it wasn't surprising.

Then I wandered around a bit with Chad, Andy, Seth, and Seth's ladyfriend whose name I can't recall how to spell. I think it's Dana or something. She seemed cool, but was quiet.

Then my mom came and picked me up, and now I'm back in Rockwood for a few days. Again, lol.

But the point is that it was totally worth going back for the weekend, and taking a cab to see Kristina and waiting in the cold, and everything else that happened over the weekend. It was awesome.

Until next time,
I think I may be gay for my own junk...
~Kataron

Random Acts of Necromancy

You know who I hate? People that wear socks and sandals. Do they not realize how incredibly BAD their feet look? I mean, sandals in general are usually pretty ugly, and don't cover foot-stench nearly as much as they should, so perhaps we as a society should phase sandals out altogether. Sorry Eric, but whenever I saw you take your sandals off, your feet were usually disgusting.

And yeah, I used to wear sandals, but no more! Shoes for me! Dress shoes. Fuck normal shoes, and fuck sandals.

But most importantly, fuck the sock/sandal combo that fools seem to love so much.

And I've also realized what event will mark the end of mankind as a whole.

WHEN COMPUTERS LEARN TO EDIT WIKIPEDIA ENTRIES.

Once that happens judgment day is fucking nigh, people. Fucking nigh indeed.

That's just something that came to me the other night.

So I'm at Seth's.

Yeah, weird huh?

I hung out with Kristina today, watching Disney movies. It was pretty great. I'd forgotten how awesome Aladdin and Beauty and the Beast are. Alice in Wonderland was...kinda not as great as I remember it, but whatever.

Then I had to leave, 'cause it was getting late.

The only problem was, the buses didn't appear to be running. I knew that from earlier, when the weather was shit, but I naturally assumed that the buses would start again when it cleared up. Apparently Jared took a bus back to our place, but when I wait for half an hour to get a bus to go see Kristina, when I'm standing in the fucking snow and having some jackass use a snowblower to blow more fucking snow on me, WHERE WAS THE GODDAMN BUS THEN!?

I had to take a taxi down to see her, which I did because I came back this weekend pretty much for the sole purpose of hanging out with her. And when I say "pretty much", I mean entirely.

So anyways, long story short, I walked half an hour through a lot of snow to get to the bus stop to wait for an hour for a bus that would never come, then I tried frantically to find somewhere to be tonight so I wouldn't have to stay up all night at a Tim Horton's waiting for the buses to start again.

Kristina's dad wouldn't let anybody stay over on a weeknight, I didn't wanna pay another thirty-five dollars on cab fare (yeah, ouch), and I didn't know what else I could do. I ended up calling Seth, and he convinced his dad to come pick me up, then we came back here and hung out for a long while. It's cool, I hadn't seen Seth since he showed up at my house the day I moved in. I think we're gonna start hanging out more.

In fact, if I ever want to come down and visit Kristina on a school night (provided she's not working), then I could probably avoid the whole bus situation and simply come hang out with Seth, since he only works weekends anyway.

And you know who else I hate? People that don't know when not to tell somebody that they have feelings for them. I mean, maybe if somebody's already in a relationship, you should avoid such confrontations? And maybe if it's somebody you live with and would have to see every day if it's a negative reaction and it'd be all awkward and junk? And what about...BOTH OF THOSE THINGS. wtf. This is Kate I'm talking about here, by the way. Her friend just admitted feelings for her when she already has a boyfriend and is living with the aforementioned friend with feelings.

How awkward is THAT? I mean, if somebody's in a relationship, then telling them that you have feelings for them, no matter what it's going to end up with somebody getting hurt. Whether it's the person with the feelings, the person to whom the feelings are directed, or the one that's being dated, it's not a situation in which everybody will come out of unscathed. So don't bloody do it! Fuck!

The whole issue of approaching a friend and telling them that you have feelings for them is awkward, usually for both parties. I mean, I've only ever experienced this from the perspective of the one with the feelings, which is always awkward. Especially for somebody like me, that falls for every single girl I meet. Well, that's not necessarily true. The fallings for generally only last a week or so unless they turn into something more serious, and if my affections are already turned towards another, the fallings for tend to stop immediately. But yeah, so I've been in that situation a lot. I generally just keep that shit bottled up inside. Unless there's some kind of sign that something might happen, it's generally best to leave the friendship the way it is. So until you get a sign that you can count as a sign without a hint of doubt in your mind, then keep your fucking mouth shut.

And there's always the problem in this case of being turned down by the person. Never fun, for either party involved. From the perspective of the one who doesn't have the feelings, they need to understand that the other needs to be let down easily, or unpleasantness will ensue. But in some cases, no matter how easily you let them down, the friendship will be effectively over.

Sure, it may continue on in a form, but if it does, it's generally a shattered husk of what it used to be, hardly worth mentioning. And if it doesn't, it allows escape from the inevitable awkwardness that follows such a revelation. But if you like somebody that much, then you shouldn't even be able to end the friendship simply due to such circumstances.

Some people though, are dicks. These people tend to think only of themselves and don't seem to give much care to the feelings of the other party, and don't seem to realize what a predicament they're placing the other in. These people should be chemically castrated in an effort to show other likeminded souls that friendships are important and stuff.

Also chemical castration just sounds like it would be a lot of fun to do to somebody.

So please, if you're a reader and you have feelings for somebody already in a relationship, or feelings in general for somebody that has given you no sign of affection, then keep them bottled up inside until they burst out of you in the form of a random act of violence to a complete stranger. That's what Nate does, and that's what you should do to.

Until next time,
This public service announcement has been brought to you by Nate. If he had a gun, you'd probably be dead.
~Kataron

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Well, the parade of lights sucked, which was no big surprise. It was made somewhat less sucky by the fact that Dave and Rebecca came by and hung out with me during the actual parade. The fact that Dave frequently decided to punch me and make fun of me made it less less sucky, but it was probably still better than sitting alone in my room watching the parade, so...Yeah.

But you know what movie I don't want to see? Hairspray. Don't want to see it, not even a little. Do NOT want to see it. Dave said it was a good movie, and he's steered me well in the past, but this just...Doesn't seem like it'd be something I would want to watch. Frankly, it seems pretty gay. And me being as straight as I am, I just don't think I could watch it. So I won't. That's pretty much that.

My brother went to New York for some stupid trip for high school. What kind of high school trip goes to freakin' New York? WTF is up with that? Trips should be going to the fucking zoo or some shit like that. It cost a lot of money too, I don't know how my parents managed to pony up the cash for that. But whatever, I don't really care that much.

You know what bugs me? When people make fun of you behind your back. But you know what's more irritating? When they don't even bother going behind your back to make fun of you. I had pretty much my entire lifestyle criticized by a grade nine (I think) girl tonight, for like twenty minutes. I mean, I've known her since she was born, and she was commenting on how messy the room I no longer live in was, how my posters are stupid and the painting I like on my wall is dumb. And apparently I also never do anything aside from play video games and other pointless things, and the fact that I'm easily amused seem to irritate her even further. Even the cards and stuff in my room (I've been part of many card games in my time) caused her to make fun of me. And the D&D poster in my room. And pretty much everything else about my room and me.

wtf? What gives a little girl the right to come into my life and make fun of me like that? That irritated me quite a bit, but I let it go. But even her brother seemed to agree with her on some of these things, like certain things in my room being stupid. It doesn't really bother me that much, but come on. Why can'ts the peoples leaves Nates alones? I don't know why I added s's to those, but what's done is done.

But yeah, I think that's about all to report. I'm planning on coming back to Kitchener for the weekend, but after that I'll pretty much be shipping out back here again for a couple days to help my dad get a floor down. Then I'm back to Kitchener for a bit longer, then I suppose I'm back for Christmas.

I'm gonna go now and somehow manage to be bored with the entire internet spread out before me like delicious butter over a warm toasted homemade piece of bread. How do I do it?!

Until next time,
And I won't soon forget when my father offered for Dave and Rebecca to share in a "big fat bag of crack"...
~Kataron

The Morgue

Hey bitches, it's Nate.

Turns out the fabled parade of lights is this Thursday in Rockwood. Yeah, if you can recall my posts from previous years, this parade was started by two drunken farmers many years ago when they decided to ride through Rockwood in costumes with Christmas lights on their tractors. Yay.

I'm kinda bored by the whole thing, since I've seen it like every year for pretty much as long as I can remember. But yeah, my parents always have a party on this night, so there'll be a bunch of random people here and there'll be meatballs. I'll be bored.

On another note, it's Dave's birthday today. Happy birthday, Dave. And I don't normally do blog birthday things, but he called me this morning to inform me that he had free calling on his birthday. And to call me a bitch, multiple times. Thanks Dave.

Now I'm gonna stop this post, because the period button on this laptop is broken, and it's really irritating to have to waste time getting the periods in there, which makes for run-on sentences that get way too long and irritating and I don't know why I bother with them.

Until next time,
I haven't received a text message in a week.
~Kataron

2.0?

Hey there, folks. SOrry I haven't posted anything...You know, that makes sense lately on here, but I've been favouring another blog for the last few days. But I think I'm pretty much done with that one for now, so I'm back here.

To sum up the last few days, I blogged about something I shouldn't have on my other blog, Kristina read it, and now my chances of dating her are shot, and she's pissed off at me. That's why I've been posting on the other blog. If you know it, it's my pussy little emo blog that I can't even stand to read the archives of because I was such a whiny little bitch.

So fuck that, now Nate's back here.

And Nate's pissed.

And you know what pisses Nate off, kids? Assumptions! Oh yes, they're very irritating Nate, but why have they got you upset?

Well Nate, they've got me upset because I don't want to be treated in a certain way because others, similar to me, have done things. That makes sense, right? That I don't want to be treated like shit for something it's assumed that I'm going to do? I thought so!

I refuse to be a victim of assumptions. I will not sit idly by and allow people to assume that I'm going to do something that I'm not, especially when they inform me that I'm going to do something in a very insulting manner. That, folks, pisses me the fuck off.

And if I'm supposed to be a little bitch and allow people to walk all over me and insult me like that, then people have another thing coming. Because I am fucking sick of being that guy. So I'm done with it.

I'm the New, Improved Kataron! With up to six times more rage! *some sort of...rage noise, I guess?*

The New, Improved Kataron also has only a tenth the patience of the old model!

And a scar on my right foot! I think I walked into something and picked off the scab. I dunno if that's an improvement, but I just noticed it!

But the point is, Nate's pissed off, and he's done taking shit from people.

And that's it for right now.

Until next time,
I give the new and improved Nate a week before he dies from some angry disease or somethin'. Anybody wanna place any bets about it?
~Kataron

Hat Nazis

Is it wrong that I think that only my opinion is relevant? Of course not!

There's so many people swimming around on the internet, trying to tell all of you things. Stand with me and tell them to burn in hell! They're fools! All of them! The bloggers, the journalists, the people that write irritating banners and ads! Fuck them all!

Don't listen to what they tell you. They are wrong. And if there's somebody out there contradicting them, then THEY ARE ALSO WRONG.

My blog is a beacon of truth, shining through the vast internet like some kind of shiny...truth...beacon thing! Come forth, unwashed masses, and bathe in my awesome! For I am the King of the Internet! Become my subject, and you shall be the subject of The King of the Internet! See how I capitalized the T on the? I'm very important!

Fuck other bloggers. Other bloggers are idiots. They say stupid things. Stupid things that are LIES. They are LYING to you. Why are they lying to you? The answer is as simple as they are bastards. They're trying to sell you hats. Yes, the entire internet is one giant spawning ground for people trying to sell you hats. Bastards!

Well, I promise each and every one of you that I will never, under any circumstances, try to sell YOU a hat! That is my solemn promise to you.

Keep an eye out next time you're on a blog that isn't mine, or next time you read something posted on a forum, or a banner ad, or some dumbass' opinion about something posted on some site owned by THE MAN (The HAT Man, that is), keep an eye out for his subtle tricks! Does he use the word "the"? That's one of the worst tricks they have. I use it here on the site, but I've turned it AGAINST THEM. Like when that guy in Redneck Rampage ripped off the alien's arm to use as a weapon. YEAH!

They're trying to sell you hats. Don't buy 'em! Don't buy into their hat propaganda! DO YOU WANT TO LIVE IN A POST-APOCALYPTIC SOCIETY WHERE HATS ARE THE NEW CURRENCY?! 'cause that's what they're aiming for, those bastards! We have to stop them now, before they...Oh no. Oh shit. They're coming for me. I've gotta go. OH GOD IT'S THAT GUY FROM JAMES BOND THAT THROWS HIS FUCKING HAT I GOTTA GO

Fuck EVERYBODY

I'm so bored.

I'm so bored that my boredom is manifesting itself as a headache. Or I just have a headache. But I'm thinking it's probably the first one.

Well, I notice I haven't posted since Friday, so I'll tell you about my weekend.

It sucked. Nobody at all was around. Everybody in the area was out of the area, and Jared was visiting his girlfriend, so I had the house to myself. Which sounds like it would be fun, but no, it was just dull. Played a bunch of Kingdom Hearts and watched movies. Serenity, Johnny Mnemonic, Tremors 1-3, and probably a couple of others. It was just...Insanely dull.

On Saturday, I didn't even talk to anybody that wasn't my landlord or a guy at Subway until at least eleven at night. Then I was on the phone with Kate for an hour and a half or so, which was nice 'cause I don't get to talk to her as much these days.

That...Pretty much sums up my weekend. Bounced endlessly between MSN and Kingdom Hearts searching desperately for amusement but finding little.

...hey...Where'd my background go? Dammit, I liked the background. Now it's abandoned me. DAMN YOU, BACKGROUND! YOu'LL RUE THE DAY YOU CROSSED KATABLOG! If...You know, backgrounds can rue, that is. I'm not entirely certain that they can.

So yeah. That's about all that's happening in the world of Nate. I'm trying to power my way through Kingdom Hearts so I can play Kingdom Hearts 2, all the while ignoring the fact that I desperately need a job. But it's too cold to search for one, and I'm lazy, which presents a problem. My dad wants me to come back for some of next week to help him on a job, so I might be doing that. I probably will. So yeah, I'll be around Rockwood in a week or so for an undetermined period of time.

I guess Youth Group has pretty much met its end, considering the fact that most of us are older than the age limit we set. And we're pretty much out of cash.

But damn if we didn't have a good run. I'd been going since shortly after it was started. Whenever James roped me into going by on Friday night. And I continued going there until I moved out, which was quite a few years. I outlasted many a drop-in leader. But then, I was right in the area, and I've never had a social life to speak of, so why wouldn't I?

We even survived our battle with Dwayne and his demonspawn. That was a tough one. There are few people I hate more than he. And rest assured, I still despise the man. I can hold a grudge like nobody's business. Plus I was recently rereading old blog posts from that time, and it struck me how much of a complete asswipe he was. I wanted to break into his house while he was sleeping and set beartraps all around his bed so that when he got up in the morning, the first thing he would experience would be blinding pain, and hopefully the loss of a foot.

But now he's nothing to me, just another irritating older guy that tries to pretend not to be an asshole. He's actually greeted me when I've gone past him before. The nerve! But then he probably didn't hate me as much as I hated him. He was an asshat.

And speaking of people I hate, when was it that I stopped hating Eva for when she cheated on me with Bob? I dunno, maybe I should start hating her again. There was a long while where I'd refer to her as "the bitch" on here. Fuckin' bitch. I dunno, it just doesn't feel the same when I say it these days.

And Kathryn's still a dumb bitch, I presume. I can't believe I got suspended over what I said about her. I still mean every goddamn word of it. She's a stupid, stupid bitch, and I don't like her. Not that it matters at this point, as I haven't seen her in a long time, and if my life goes well, I never will again. I hope she's kidnapped, but her parents think it's a ploy for attention, so they ignore it until it's too late and then she ends up dead in a lake somewhere. But not a nice lake. One of those ones that doesn't have a beach


And you know who else I hate? The fucking Rebels. ooo, look at us, we're rebelling. Shut the fuck up. At least pick a uniform that doesn't make you look fucking stupid. God damn, even the fucking storm troopers look better than you do, and they look retarded. Probably because they are, but the point remains. FUCKING REBELS. I hope they fail in their mission to destroy the death star. OH WAIT THEY DON'T BUT THEN IT COMES BACK AGAIN. In that case, I hope that they take over the galaxy, but slowly become as corrupt as the replaced Empire, and then have their own rebels battling THEM for supremacy.

I wonder if Principal Coffey is still the pompous ass he was when I was in high school. Probably. Fuck you, you stupid pinheaded douchebag. I hope that the entire student body shits on/in/around your car, and then posts your reaction on YouTube. I'd favourite it!

And who remembers that Alyssa chick I was smitten with that one summer? What a fucking bitch she was. I mean, god damn, what a bitch. But I think I said enough about that back during that summer. Hell, I made an entire blog devoted to bitching about her and other shit. It's still around, too. I just changed the url. Don't ask for it. I hope she wakes up in a ditch one morning, then gets picked up by rednecks that torture and murder her, then have sex with each other.

And you know what? Fuck you Bob. Just fuck you. Fuck you and your stupid fucking name. I mean, really, Bob? Fuck you. Fucking Texans. Fucking Bob. Goddamn fucking stupid idiots with crappy fucking names. I hope you die in the most painful fucking way possible.

And while we're on the topic of people I hate, I'd like to send a Fuck You to Luke Harris as well. What a fucking tool that guy was. He used to be okay, back in grade nine or something, but then he became one of those stupid punk fags and thought he was the coolest person ever. What a fucking loser he was. I hope he gets hit by a bus driven by a blind leper that thinks he's driving the Oscar Meyer Weiner bus. I'd favourite that on YouTube too!

And fuck that Rob guy back at Ross. You know, the stupid one that always tried to sit at the stairwell. I fucking hated that douchebag. He was such an idiot. I used to chase that bastard off simply for the principle of the thing. I mean, not only was he an idiot, but he was a stubborn, opinionated, insanely ugly idiot to boot. A trifecta of irritation. I wanted to throw him into a pit filled with bears. The bears are also covered in razor blades, and ridden by cougars that have somehow gained the ability to stand on two legs and fire energy rifles.

And fuck that guy that spit on my goddamn shoe when I was sitting at the bottom of the stairs. I mean, who the fuck does that? And why would you do that to a complete stranger? I was just sitting there, enjoying my spare with my friends, when BAM, a wad of spit falls down and lands right on my shoe. I didn't even know what the fuck it was at first. By the time I got up there, the douchebag was gone. Fucking retards. I hope that he "trips" and falls into a vat of acid at a factory at the same time a small children's tour is going through the factory, and they watch through the plexi-glass as he melts and dies and suffers.

And fuck the guys that threw an apple at me that one day when I was wearing my red suit. Thanks a lot, you stupid fucking asswipes, you stained my goddamn fucking suit. I mean, not that the suit FITS me anymore, as I ordered it years ago, but still! Fuck 'em! I hope every last fucking one of them develops a terrible drug habit that leaves them miserable, alone, and braindead. Then they should get busted by the cops, sent to jail, and raped by men.

And fuck Ms. Norlan or however the fuck you spelled her name. What a goddamn stupid woman she was. I still can't believe they prevent me from using the internet at school except during my one computer class. If that hadn't happened so close to the end of the year, I would have tried to fight that. But god damn, what a stupid fucking cunt. I hope she drowns in a public swimming pool right after a group of small children pisses in it.

And fuck that one friend of Esmee's. I forget his name. The black one. That little bastard shook up a nearly full two litre bottle of Coke once. For no goddamn reason! Who the fuck does that? Fucking bastard. I hope he gets repeatedly raped by two large sailors with comically differing speech impediments.

And fuck Kyle Adair. Does anybody but me remember this kid? He pissed me off way back at Rockwood Centennial, and I still hate his guts over it. I don't recall anything specific, just that for the majority of my time there, any social interaction I had with the child was an unpleasant one. He was just a dick. Fuck him, I hope he drowns in a bowl of soup.

And fuck Randy Legat, or however the fuck you spell his name. The little faggy midget guy back at Rockwood Centennial. I remember that douche. He was always bragging about how his dad once beat up my dad in a bar fight, although if you hear the story from my dad's side, he was suckerpunched when his back was turned. I think I got in a fight with that kid once, way back when, but at that point fights weren't real fights, 'cause we were just little kids. I hope he's kidnapped and forced to work in a circus. But not a nice circus. A bad one that doesn't get many customers and the ringmaster guy whips people.

And fuck Leslie. God damn that bitch was irritating. Having her in my philosophy class was hell. She was opinionated and fucking stupid, and more than once found herself arguing some stupid point against the entire rest of our class. She was just an idiot, in every sense of the word. I hope she falls into a hole in the sidewalk that closes up after her, trapping her in a world where nothing makes sense and everybody's mean and speaks a weird language and for some reason her legs don't work anymore.

And fuck that guy that used to date Kathryn. Alan or whatever. I remember when we were all standing around the tree after school waiting for the bus to get there, and then he said something along the lines of "That's Nate? I could take him..." fuck you, you hairy retard. Trying to stand up for the honour of a bitch that has none is fucking pointless. I'd say something else spiteful and unpleasant that I hope happens to you, but you already dated Kathryn, so I can't really think of anything worse than that.

And fuck the girls that were on my bus that went to Heights. What a stupid fucking school for stupid fucking people. Honestly, you wouldn't even believe the idiocies that spewed forth from the mouths of these stupid whores. And not only that, they couldn't fucking say anything quietly. They were often loud enough that even with my music at max volume and my headphones firmly pressed against my ears, their stupid fucking voices would still creep in and bother me. They'd have conversations with each other from completely different seats, too. More than once, I was sitting BETWEEN the two having a conversation. For fuck's sake, if you're going to talk, then fucking sit with each other! God DAMN you stupid bitches. And they once tried to convince us that the only reason monkies can't talk is because they have no lips. Fucking. Stupid. Fucking. Bitches. I hope they're in a terrible chemical spill that merges their bodies together to form one terribly ugly and deformed demi-human which the police then shoot on site because it's so hideous and stupid.

And fuck those stupid goddamn idiot bitches that were in my food and nutrition class before I dropped it. The ones that had fucking loud personal conversations about their retard boyfriends and their sex lives in class with other people sitting around. Why the fuck would we want to hear about that shit? ANSWER: WE FUCKING DON'T. I hope they end up unsuccessful, alone, and overweight, living entirely off of their lawsuits against their plastic surgeons for blotching them up so terribly they can never set foot outside again. And let's throw them in a trailer park for the hell of it.

...There, that's some of that pent-up aggression gone. I fucking hate all of these people and hope that they die. But I tire of this now, and I've run out of names to curse, so I'm gonna go do something else.

Unti next time,
I should make this a monthly thing or something.
~Kataron