My Enchanted Bowl

Hey slutty fruit bats.

My weekend was interesting.

Friday night was good, despite a fuck-up with the drop-in. Apparently they rented the hall out to somebody else without telling us, and without telling them that we're in there every Friday night. Yay.

So instead we tried to text Dave, then Andrew, Eric and I drove to Tim Horton's where we met Rick and Chris. When we got there we called Rebecca's house to see if they'd gotten the text. They hadn't. It was kinda awkward. Then we came back to Rockwood so Eric could get some crap, and we drove Dave home, in what may have been the most uncomfortable car ride of my life. Nothing was said from the point we left Rockwood to the point we dropped Dave off. It was like a black hole of conversation, with it all being sucked into oblivion. It wasn't fun.

Then we drove to Chris', where I stole Andrew's laptop. By which I mean he was nice enough to let me use it to talk to Amy for a little bit while Eric and Chris got their WoW on, and Rick showed off his mad skillz in Dynasty Warriors 6. Then we went for Chinese.

Andrew and I got lost. lol. We took a wrong turn, went straight when we should have gone right. But you know what? That was fine by me, 'cause we were in the middle of a great conversation about religion. I like talking to Andrew about religion, he doesn't make me feel dumb for not knowing things. We eventually did get there, but we weren't quite done our conversation, so we sat in the car until Eric, Chris, and Rick appeared outside to get us out of it.

I got two things of Chinese food instead of one. I ate the normal one that night, and the next one for lunch the next day. It was a fucking brilliant move on my part.

Then Andrew drove me home, and we had another good talk, but this time not so much about religion. I like that guy. Don't see him enough.

The next day, I slept until one thirty-ish, maybe a bit later. I got between eleven and twelve hours of sleep. You know I'm sick when I do that. I consider sleep to be a waste of time. I slept a freaking LOT over the weekend.

I spent large chunks of the next two days sitting around on the computer doing nothing. I played a bunch of Risk on the computer, watched a lot of tv on the computer, and wrote a kick-ass story about vampire pirates.

It was pretty grand.

AND

AND

AND

My laptop stayed on ALL weekend here while I was gone, downloading the first season of a tv show. I was surprised. I thought for sure the power would kick. But it did not, it was grand. I was happy.

And my cupboard is full of delicious foodstuffs. I AM PLEASED.

I'm gonna have a pill now. There's a bunch of pills sitting here. I should have one.

*takes one*

Let's see what effect that has on Nate.

I was gonna hang out with Rebecca today, but then my mom wanted to take me to get my new frames and then take me home, 'cause she's not feeling well, and didn't wanna be out driving too late. So I didn't get to see Rebecca. bleh. It's her birthday party in a couple of weeks though, so I'll be back for that. I like birthdays. People have cake. Then I get some cake. It's a good system. I can't really afford a present. Maybe I'll write her some kind of awesome story. Possibly with zombies. She'd like that, right? We'll see.

Also.

Somebody was in my room while I was gone. I'm hoping it was Jared. Jared has permission to go into my room if I'm gone, to open my window and such. But if my landlord came up here and went into my room without my permission, there will be hell to pay. I'll ask Jared when he gets home. But I know for certain that somebody was in there. My blinds are open. I had them closed because when I was last in there, I was asleep. I never, ever, ever open my blinds. So yeah.

I'm gonna watch a couple episodes of 30 Rock now. James got me hooked on the show. It's hilarious.

So that was my weekend. I've got the new frames. It's nice. They don't fall off.

Until next time,
In Stores Now!
~Kataron

One Love

Hey there folks. I realized that my last post was kinda lame.

LAME IN AN AWESOME WAY.

Seriously though. Somebody set us up the bomb. Right? Right? Yeaaaaah. If you've seen the show, you'll know that I am a funny man.

I still haven't taken my application down to Zehrs. I've been sick as a dog all week, and they cut off my cell phone from even getting calls now, so I've got no contact information to leave with them in case they do desire to hire me. Ha, desire to hire. That shit totally rhymes. Poetry is my bitch. Except I hate it. I hate poetry. Blah!

So my landlord is getting us to open our windows every so often while he does the same and shuts the furnace off. For about an hour at a time. Because he wants to let fresh air into the house. Or so he says. My theory? He wants to make me cold.

He turned off the furnace without telling us yesterday. Jared was gone anyway. School or work or...Something. I never know with that man. Oh, also, kudos to Jared for bringing me back DELICIOUS breadsticks from work. Delicious! Of course, I was in bed when he got home...Which was, quarter to one, one in the morning last night? I dunno which. I know what you're thinking! Whoa, right? Nate, going to bed that early? Yeah. I am THAT sick. Oh wells. At least I'm still awesome. So he left them in the fridge. He wrote on the whiteboard that they were in there. I didn't even notice until I got up from my blanketed lying position on the couch to make toast. I was very excited.

But yes. He turned the furnace off. Didn't tell us. I know, wtf. It wasn't -that- bad out, but still, the least you could do is tell us. In fact, he turned the furnace off while I was in the shower. Which is a bitch move, because when I was gone for March Break, he apparently did the whole furnace bit, then told Jared to close the windows because he wanted to have a shower and have it not all cold when he got out.

Thanks a lot.

How do I know he turned it off when I was in there? Well, there I was, naked, soapy, and with caffeine SOAKING INTO MY FUCKING PORES, singing for some unknown reason (Still Alive, because I'm that fucking cool), and then I get out of the shower, and shave. I move to find a new shirt. A clean shirt. So I'm shirtless, clean-shaven, and kinda wet, and I go to my duffel bag in the sitting room to grab a shirt, when he catches me. Tells me he's had the furnace off for about half an hour, asks if I could open the windows. Then takes twenty fucking minutes to tell me WHY.

Some crap about stale air. Whatever. I don't give a shit, really. I opened the windows 'cause it's easier than arguing with him. He just takes the stance that he's right, everybody else is wrong, and the sky is actually fuchsia. He once told me he couldn't take a signed bank draft because it was a cheque made out to me. NOT. Then I tried to tell him that he could, and that at the bank they had assured me that it would be fine, and he tried to tell me that I'd learned not to trust people. I was like WTF, I'm going to trust the word of a professional over the word of a professional douche. And lo and behold, The Nate was correct. Also the sky is blue. So you can take this job and shove it, with some sexual harassment on top! IN YO FACE. Undergrads still plays sometimes on Teletoon...can ya tell?

I just watched The Shawshank Redemption. I think I've seen it about eight or nine times now in total. I fucking love that movie. Morgan Freeman, Tim Robbins, WHAT THE FUCK IS NOT TO LOVE?! It's also got a kickass ending. One of my favourite endings from any movie, really. It pleases me.

I also just sat down to my dinner of rice. Rice and what, Nate? JUST RICE. Fuck. Being poor blows. When I'm working, mark my words, THERE WILL BE STEAK. Granted, I won't want to cook it, but it'll be there. Damn my laziness. Damn it to hell.

My battery connection has been acting up. I dunno how much longer I can keep this old bird working. I'll try my best though. It's got a lot of neat shit on it, some of which I'd prefer not to lose. What? NO. NOT PORN. Geez. This laptop is completely porn free, you sick bastards.

Anyways. I'm gonna throw on an episode of Quantum Leap and kill some time before Amy gets on-line. She's got to get up for work at five in the morning, so she's not staying to chat, but I did convince her to stop in and say goodnight before disappearing into the abyss of sleep.

And my mom's coming to get me between eleven and eleven thirty. I'm thinking of having her take me to the TSC store so I can call them retards and tell them to fix their fucking sign. For about three months it said "The incredable hardware store", and now it's changed and there's some OTHER word they've fucking spelled wrong, and it's driving me completely fucking insane, ARGH.

Until next time,
Also, I still hate the french. Goddamn cheese-eating surrender-monkies!
~Kataron

DaBomb

I just realized...

That the tag line for the show Jericho should be...

"Somebody set us up the bomb."

I'm pretty pleased with myself.

Green Fire

Well, hello there.

It's Monday, and I'm back in Kitchener.

And unfortunately, I seem to have been stricken with a mysterious illness. Well, not so much mysterious. Cold, I think. My throat is the sore, I've had a headache for three days, my stomach has been unwell (I'm not sure if that fits into the cold mold though), and as of today I've been coughing. NOT FUN.

And I had a superlate night last night. Was up until about five. But I'd do it again. Why? Because I'm awesome.

I'm. Awesome.

I've been playing a lot of Risk lately...TOO much risk. But I can't help it. It's fun. I lose a lot though. Amy was terrible at it when we started. Well, not as bad as she thought she was, but she was definitely not good at the game. But after a few instructional matches, she's a lot better at it. Scarily so. I have trouble winning now.

Also, we tried a new Risk type at drop-in, in which everybody moved at once. It was on Andrew's computer. It was absolutely and completely terrible. Sucked hardcore.

So over the last week, I was intoxicated on numerous evenings, and played a ridiculous amount of World of Warcraft. Fifteen levels worth.

Yeah. That was pretty much my march break. I guess I did eat pretty well, though. That was a good thing. I had too much pizza, though. Over the entirety of the week, I think I had pizza from Pizza Pizza, Two-For-One Pizza, Purple Pig, New Orleans, Dynamite Pizza, and one of those oven pizzas. I forget which brand. So goddamn much pizza. The best was Dynamite. Of course. Although Purple Pig was a close second. I still -love- that pizza place.

I need groceries. I also need to apply at the grocery store. But that part I'll do when I'm not feeling so very sick. I need more bread though. I am breadless, and craving toast. Perhaps I will buy some real butter, too. Live life to the fullest. TO THE MAX.

Anyways, I think I'm gonna go. I have a very long list to write, and then I might read one of many books I've got sitting around. But more realistically, I'll play Freelancer with the USB mouse I got from Andrew, until I fall asleep on the couch from being tired and get forced into a nap.

For those wondering, I'll be returning to Rockwood this weekend for Easter, although I don't really care about the holiday. I'm more interested in getting new lenses for my glasses. YAY NEW LENSES! Now they won't fall of my face whenever I do...well, ANYTHING. It's getting worse and worse. And the new frames should be in partway through the week, and I'll be getting them next Monday. Everything's coming up Milhouse. Err...*runs off*

Hey, somebody suggest something neat to download. I'm bored! I'm downloading the episode of Jericho I missed...The first time because I was completely drunk at Chris' house (I probably would have forgotten what happened in the episode anyway), and again when it aired on Saturday, because I was very much into a Risk game at the time, and had completely forgotten about it. That episode should be done in about an hour. I'm pretty psyched.

But yeah, wandering off now.

Until next time,
SHIT. I WANT ME SOME FUCKIN' JELLO.
~Kataron

The Judge

Holy shit, guys! Holy SHIT. I just read about the greatest goddamn gun ever.

It's a handgun, called "The Judge". And get this. It fires fucking SHOTGUN SHELLS. FUCKING SHOTGUN SHELLS! Out of a fucking handgun! I am IMPRESSED.

Do you have any idea what this means?!

It means we're that much closer to pwning the zombies if they ever try to get us! Shotguns are big and bulky and harder to reload. If we can get that in the form of a handgun, we can fucking dual-wield them. IT'S LIKE HAVING TWO SHOTGUNS.

Holy shit guys.

I'm spent.

PWNED

Ahahahahahaha.

I just saw Dave teabag Eric. His balls were on his head. Fucking hilarious.

That is all.

For Bear!

Hey bitches. It's me!

Well, who else would it be? If anybody else was blogging on here, I'd be pretty pissed. Pretty goddamn pissed.

So yeah.

World of Warcraft apparently works on my laptop, and I've been playing it pretty much all weekend. Otherwise I would have been pretty bored, 'cause Amy was gone to her friend's house for the weekend. I spend most of my time talking to her these days, or biding my time waiting for her to get on-line. I'm cool like that, bustling social life and all.

But yeah. World of Warcraft.

Since Friday, I've brought Kataron up from level 12 to level 20, and Bear's been leveling with me the entire way. BEAR!

I do so love my bear. Good old Bear. Bear and I, we go way back. We go back to when I first bought World of Warcraft, oh so long ago. Since then, my account ran out, and then I came back, and Bear missed me.

That's his name, too. Bear. I'm so fucking original, you don't even fucking know.

Also, apparently drinking and World of Warcraft go well together. Or at least interestingly. Drank a bunch of vodka while getting my Dwarf on and pwning some bitches in Deadmines.

Then last night I was drinking with James while watching movies. Click until it got depressing, and American Gangster until we got bored. I like Denzel Washington, but that movie was so goddamn boring, it wasn't even funny.

But yeah. I'm just hanging out and killing time before Chris and Eric come pick me up again, then I'm gonna hang out with them and play World of Warcraft.

FUCK that game takes a long time to install and patch. Like two fucking hours. I watched part of Hackers and all of Eurotrip while it was installing, and then it still wasn't done.

I dunno what else to talk about, really.

Oh, I finally got Facebook. Weird, I know. I've been opposed to Facebook for so very long. I'm still opposed to it. But now I've got it. So if you want to, add me. Yeah. Right now pretty much the only people on my list are the ones that added me beforehand, I didn't really go out of my way to add anybody else. So if you haven't been added, hold your fuckin' horses.

Yeah. Well, it's getting closer and closer to time to get picked up, so I'm gonna find some food or just sit around on MSN or something. We'll see.

Until next time,
Fucking slush. It's like a goddamn puddle that's lying to everybody, and lying to ITSELF, pretending to be snow. I hate it so.
~Kataron

Blue Lightning

Hey. I know it's been a little while since my last blog post, but I just really haven't had much to say. Hopefully that'll change soon, especially since I'm coming back for the weekend. Yay! I honestly can't take another weekend where I just sit here with no pants on and play video games until I eventually go to bed because my head hurts too much and the caffeine does nothing. That's basically been every weekend for the past month, and it's driving me fucking crazy. Weekends are crap, boring lame-ass crap and I hate them. I also hate Tuesdays.

But I've hated Tuesdays for more years that I'm willing to admit. Fucking Tuesdays. FUCKING TUESDAYS.

*ahem*

I feel I should pay homage to Gary Gygax, co-creator of Dungeons and Dragons, who died the other day at the age of sixty-nine. He is considered to be the father of roleplaying games, and he will most certainly be missed. I won't make any puns about dice, though. I just wanted to say that he was a good man, and he changed the world in ways he never thought possible when he first created Dungeons and Dragons. Yeah.

I don't really have much else to say. It's two in the morning, and I should go to bed. It's been a crappy past few days for no real reason, and I have a feeling tomorrow will be no different. Yeah. Hopefully this weekend will be good though. I'm looking forward to seeing people and having a social life that isn't me randomly wandering into Jared's room and ranting while he tries to do something else, or that doesn't have me sitting here bored at my laptop talking to people on MSN who fall unresponsive with no warning, provocation, or explanation. And that's a lot of you. *glares*

But that's not the point.

The point is, fuck that black guy that does the commercials for Everest College or whatever the fuck it is. FUCK YOU, BLACK GUY. I FUCKING HATE YOU. God dammit. Have you seen those fucking commercials? The ones where the point seems to be to make the viewer feel bad for not doing anything with their life? The one where it accuses the viewer of sitting around on the couch all day, being on the phone all the time, and generally doing nothing? I'm fucking sick of it. What the fuck do YOU do, that makes you so much better than people? You're just an irritating actor in a shitty commercial that nobody gives a flying fuck about. OH YEAH. YOU'RE FUCKING GOING PLACES.

I hope you get dragged out of your house by people that have seen that commercial and gotten offended, and then beaten and flogged until you're bleeding and unconscious, then slathered with honey and dropped into a pit filled with bears, badgers, lions, electric eels for some reason, and door to door salesmen. AND I HOPE YOU DIE.

Oh, and when it's showing the number and flashing those messages like "Seriously, find a phone", WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WILL LISTEN TO TEXT IN A TINY BLUE BOX AFTER BEING INSULTED? I hope whoever typed that will suffer a slightly less graphic, but still entertainingly descriptive fate.

And you know what sucks? Trying to be a gentleman. Because really, in this day and age, they kind of get the short end of the stick. I remember when I was dating Esmee, whenever she stayed over at my house, I would let her sleep in my bed while I took the couch, and whenever I stayed at her house, I slept on the couch while she slept in her bed. Why should I have to sleep on the goddamn couch? That's how my glasses got all fucked up before, by the way. My stupid dog got ahold of them and decided to chew the lenses. And I didn't get new glasses for a long while after that, I had to deal with dog bites on my lenses for fucking months. It was terrible.

There are all kinds of other reasons why being a gentleman sucks ass, but I'm too tired now. I'm going to go to bed because I'm too tired to blog in any of my other blogs.

Until next time,
Sometimes you just get sick and tired of waiting.
~Kataron