Month: May 2004

  • There once lived a boy without eyes, ears, or a nose; and for that everyone made fun at him. On his way to school, dwarves would crawl out from under the bushes. They would sneer gleefully as the boy tripped over their little traps. At school, the teacher would pick on him and ask him to read out loud, yet he couldn’t for he had no ears to hear her, nor no eyes to read the book. Later on in the day gigantic, yet cumbersome bullies would push the boy around. Smaller children danced around in a circle, taunting the boy. Although the boy was unable to see or hear, he would definately cry if he was able to. This continued for many days, weeks, months, and years. Until one day, his Fairy God Father submerged from the earth and magically turned his walking stick into a genuine Thompson Sub-Machinegun Model 1928C with unlimited ammunition and traded his head with that of a peacock. It was a miracle! The boy had the ability to see and hear, he danced and sang a song. Although he had a gruesome voice, it seemed very beautiful to him, for it was the first voice he heard. Suddenly, his Fairy God Father annouced, “After 48 hours you must trade heads back with the peacock or else he will tell his wife!” Unable to understand any language, for he lived his life as a deaf person, he replied, “Agrhjheaosfii!!faf Moo,” and shot his God Father in the toe nail, then pranced away like a madman.


    To be continued…
    He needs a name? Give me a name! -and ideas. The best idea will be used for next entry.

  • Fucking hell, I don’t know what school to go to! I guess I should apply first… next weekend is a definate!


    Weekly Recap
    (WEDS, THURS, FRI)
    Worked on Tarlington Training show. We had to carry 500 chairs which are 8 lbs each all the way from the library to the drama studio. Then we had to set up cameras and get rolling, filming that crap assed show. What a peice of shit, I would have gladly speared one of those stupid kids with a tripod. Worst of all, we didn’t get paid out $50 for working there this year. Last year and the several thousand years before, Tech Crews always got paid for their craptastic work. This year Temp actually pulled together a dependant and competent crew, yet what does Tarlington do!? Pull our freaking checks last second. Those kid actors cannot act, I repeat they cannot act. (Except for one or two maybe) Secondly, WTF some of those kids look so old for their age, one girl looks like she’s about 20 but she’s actually 12! The hell, is this why there are pedophiles in this world? Stupid Tarlington, look what you’ve done! Unfortunately I couldn’t attend the final day of Tech on Friday due to illness and a strained neck muscle.


    (SATURDAY)
    Woke up bright and early at 10:45 and began throwing shit (not literally, just metaphorically) from one side of the room into garbage bags. It took me until 3:00 to finish. Then I had to clean up my washroom and yadda, yadda. Bleh, atleast I’m 99% done, just gotta vaccume tomorrow.


    (WEEKEND)
    I seriously need to aquire more dicapline and study this weekend good… about like 4 tests next week.

  • Damn, what school am I going to? I would like a bachelor of design, but I don’t know. I really have no clue, there are too many choices…

    -Apply for Emily Carr in May, which is difficult to get in. (Need a killer portfolio, which I don’t have.)
    -Capilano for one year, then transfer to the second year of Emily Carr. (Need a killer porfolio, but should be easier to get into Emily Carr, still.)
    -SFU for new graphic program that opens 2005.
    -Sheridan/York Joint Design program! (Sounds great, but do I really want to goto Toronto?)
    -Art Institute, which is too easy to get into… ew.
    -Ryerson University for Communication Graphic Management; meaning purely print work… (This is interesting, but I’m not sure, although its the 4th leading industry)


    Anyone going into graphics? I really want to get into designing print and make it big. I’ve designed my school’s 2004 annual cover and am hoping to be the designer for the 2004/05 agenda even though I won’t get one. (since I’m graduating this year, duh.) Speaking of which…


    ***At lunch vote in the main hall for agenda cover #4!! That one’s mine, vote for it please! Tell me if you did, I’ll thank you.

  • Warning: Contains course language and gore.


    SUNDAY– I don’t know about my father sometimes, he’s about more two-faced than a coin. One second he’s a nice guy, then next he’s a fucking asshole. He would never hit me ever, because he knows how it was when he was a kid, getting beaten by his dad (my grandfather). Besides that, remember how I said last day how he was selling the place………


    Anyways, yesterday I was cooking food with him, then he’s like raising his voice and going ”No not like that, don’t you remember”, then I just nod, then later on he’s like “No don’t put it there”Ugh, do I have to do all the work, is my son so dumb, you stupid shit!”, and kept yelling at me for some shit. Then he said “I’m fucking tired of this shit, that’s why I am selling the fucking place, blah, blah.. work is fucking bullshit, I am going to quit my job and jump off the fucking balcony.” “Why you always stay in your room, blah, blah…”


    I stared the stupid bitch right in the face with anger, showing him that I didn’t like being yelled at for no apparent reason. (Fucking guy, go ahead kill yourself see if I give a shit.) He asked furiously, “What are you gonna do? Slug me?” Grr, I was so fucking angry, I stabbed myself in the left hand with a fork. I couldn’t control myself but I started crying… (Why the fuck would I waste my time fighting my father, I mean, I don’t like the asshole one bit, but I wouldn’t hurt someone unless they attempted to physically hurt me one bit and if they seriously meant business, sure – hell I’d kill them.)


    He took the fork right out of my hand and just went back to cooking, two minutes later he noticed my hand was bleeding like hell all over the fucking place. He hugged me and said “Matthew, it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault, sorry…” Of course, I am always one to hold a grudge regardless of how much it would hurt me, thus I refused to hug him back. He just walked out and said, “You can’t even hug me like a real son, I don’t feel like eating anymore.” (Is that supposed to make me feel fucking guilty? I don’t give a shit, I swear parents that smoke are more fucked up.)


    What the fuck? I was seriously considering staying in this stupid province for post secondary. I’m probably not even going to stay anymore, I can’t take this shit, might go crazy with a fucking asshole father around. Although my mom is nearly crazy and threatened to kill me when I was nine years old, atleast she’s not a fucking two-faced asshole. She can be alot nicer than my dad. I really want to move out and never see my father again.

  • Woah, I found out today why my dad is selling the place. It’s so he can pay for my tuition and transportation after I grad. I really thought I’d have to take out a student loan or something, either way I’ll pay him back somehow it the far, distant future. Seems that I might stay, depending on what happens.

  • Waahooo, it’s Thursday morning, meaning one more day after this then it’s the three day weekend! I gotta reduce my time spent on PlayOnline, FFXI is tremendously addictive. If only I knew someone else who played on the same server… Plus I gotta start painting again soon! Arg, so many things to do. Not to mention start gobbling up books for provincials, because those tests are the real meaty core of my courses. This makes me wonder, should I really take math 12 in the summer for adult ed? It could probably boost my marks up a bit if I try hard enough.


    People are so short tempered this day, abrupting conflicts all over for stupid little reasons. It just makes me want to cut in and smash both sides to the ground… Grr, conflict makes me hungry.

  • Friday
    -Went Metro
    -Bought FFXI
    -Went out to thing
    -Buses died so had to stay at friends

    Saturday
    -Watched Troy, which is definately worth the money.
    -Ate @ Cactus for Cody’s Birthday, which is definately not worth the money.
    -Cody’s house
    -Setup FFXI and fell asleep patching

    Sunday
    -Played FFXI
    -Went Angies
    -Go Stanley Park
    -Waste time
    -Home

  • Just came back from dance, pretty fun. My legs are so tired, too tired for hw. Anyways, msn is not working, why!?

  • Fucking hell, this is one busy week. I’m overloaded with homework and all this stupid shit. Some would say that schools almost done, but fuck I want to get some adult ed and shove a couple more courses in there to pull up my average. I’ve been so busy lately, hopefully I can buy a new helmet this weekend and calm myself by going for a high speed ride once in a while…

  • Regardless of what happens to me, or where ever I may be, there will always be a hateful feeling within, thirsting for blood, thirsting for gore. It’s not who I am, it’s who everyone else is. Alot of people seem to annoy me, but what annoys me even more is that they aren’t even hostile. For if they were, they would be no more. If you get hurt, you deserve worse – it applies to everyone and regardless of the reasons.

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