Overwhelming sacrifice and inspirational wrath can go far.

Fricken bored and all of my artistic inspiration and constructive determination has been completely purged. Warhammer truely may be a waste of time and money, however painting miniture models can be quit rewarding if you have some talent and alot of patience. Besides that, I want to purchanse a huge box set, but it’ll set me back quite a bit of money. Ouch.

I quit PNE on wednesday, for shouting for endless hours a day and repeatedly explaining rules to complete morons in exchange for pennies a day is simply not worth the trouble. Heck, the stupid rain and overcast repelled rich customers and left nothing but stupid stingy people who won’t even spend a single toonie on their kids. Listen kids, if your parents don’t let you play a two dollar game at the PNE all day after dragging your ass down there, simply said they don’t love you. Assholes.

Lastly I had an interview for Old Navy on Thursday, although it went extreamly well and it seemed that they have great interest in me, they required references in which I simply did not have. They said to phone them back with references and they left a voicemail earlier today to request them. Sadly, I just can’t find any freaking references. This is so stupid, I want the friggen job!! Agh, why so unfair? Must find references, legit or not quite so, I must find some…

MONEY! <sorry for short entries, no time. barely even enough time to sleep.>

Play my game at the PNE! Kiddie section @ Turtle’s Creek.

PNE games attendant is one of the worst jobs ever. Atleast I got money…

Walked around all day in the quest for jobs. It was unimaginably tiring, walking all over the place. I handed out so many resumes, it’s crazy. I really hope I get hired at either Famous Players, Chapters, or Superstore.

Yesterday was fun. Got slaughtered and beaten to death on the Math 12 Provincial, oh well – there’s always January. After that I went out with Denny and Angela and just chilled. Little Black Book is the most boring and stupid movie ever! Aji Taro late night isn’t the best food, but it’s good cheap food – which makes me never wanting to eat greasy fried stuff ever again.

Thirdly, BOOYAKA! I am the #2 dictator of the nation of Ritimba for August 2004. Check me out! MKJ!! http://www.nrtoone.com/dictator/intro.php

Aghh, why do I have to be so nice to strangers? I kind of regret helping people I don’t even know. This man comes up to me, he’s crying in tears and tells me that his family needs to go to a wedding and they’re travelling via Greyhound Bus. He was crying, you could see the tears in his eyes. At the time I believed him and I still do, for he showed me their tickets. Anyways, they need to buy one more ticket and he needs a couple dollars. I think twice this time because I pitied him, I hand him two dollars and then lied saying that’s all I have. He asked if I had any bills because he had some change. I said yes, thinking he would only need 2 dollars more. Turned out he needed 5 more. I can’t believe I gave that guy that much, never, never, never again will I help someone. That was my financial deed for my life. Really, 70% of me believes the guy. But, what the hell, I coulda done so much with that seven dollars and I hate helping people when it costs me. Grr… Let’s just hope this adds to my karma and pushes my math marks up on the provincial. Why am I still so bothered about this? Next time a stranger talks to me, I walk away and say NO, not listening to their story.

Fuck, I am so fucking pissed off. Well, life’s a learning lesson isn’t it? I’ve been painting all day and then I decide to use some superglue. I press lightly, glue doesn’t come out. I press a little harder, nothing comes out. I press really hard now, and the bottle exploads all over my berzerker and my hand. Fucking gross, I could feel that shit burning my skin as it bonded. Had to scrub it down with water for one hour and it’s not all off yet. Not to mention, my berzerker got all coated it glue, peice of shit now I have to throw the fucker out.

Hahahah, I cook the worst eggs… it doesn’t even look like an egg… its this ugly mess with flakes sticking out of it.

Three more days, two more tests, one final provincial exam. Every single number, sign, word, and graph with any relevance to math is to be forcefully be sent into a air-tight, sound-proof chamber. The gas is released, the flames are lit, the ceiling falls, crushing every ash and bone into a one by one millimetre cube. The execution of Math 12 and rejuvenation of mind is complete. This burden will be put to an end, I will kill those who stand in my way.

I’m physically and exhausted to the extream. Grouse Grind was a little more than I anticipated, even though I’ve done it twice before. Whenever I climb that lump of dirt my intuition commands me to sprint as fast as I can, which isn’t much of a problem if it comes to real concrete stairways. However, when it’s a friggen ugly mountain with makeshift stairs and rocks scattered all over the place, I get worn out a little more. Hopefully if I do this a little more often I will be able to do it alot faster than ever. Plus, I really shouldn’t of taken breaks to enjoy the scenery and a tiny little nap. Yes, I napped for a bit soon as I got to one quarter of Grouse Grind. Hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

The Celebration of Light Grand Finale was pretty awesome, let alone crowded with 400,000 individuals alone at English Bay. China’s music went so well with the fireworks this time. You know how many songs have a certain climax of euphoria, some songs more than others. There’s always a certain point in the song which feels really sensational. The fireworks enhanced the enlightenment of the music, especially when it’s synchronized on the dot. Nothing can compare to fireworks, not even a audio visualizer. Sweden did great aswell. Spain on the other hand was much of a dissappointment overall, I expected them to have a really fancy, explosive, and festive display of fire, yet they seemed to use much more calm, quiet, and slow moving shells. What a let down. Sweden won as expected, the end.

Math 12 is pretty much the most stupid provincial examinable course that you could take in your entire highschool life and beyond. If your career won’t involve much if not any math, only 2% of the course will be useful for you, if not less. Just imagine a huge jumble of numbers and awkward signs that you have never seen before! Now, imagine those numbers and signs taking upon physical form within graphs and such. Imagine a world where you have to actually learn all of this and memorize, embedding it within the depths of your cerebrum. Tucking it neatly and carefully to be used on one single provincial test to never be seen again. Not to mention, this course is sitting upon a throne on the top of the mountain of exuberantly useless studies.

“Don’t take Math 12 kids, you would have much more fun by being slaughtered and mauled into an iceberg by a polar bear. The broken bones, severed sinews, loss of blood, and roughshod would teach you a much better lesson, if you survive that is. However, it would be better that you avoid surviving at all costs. Even if you get your head ripped off, you’d be much happier! Trust me.”