Wednesday, November 30, 2011

A little perspective in a fucked up world.

I know I haven't posted in a long time. Anyway, I just had to get this off my chest.

After class today my mom picked up my brother and I and we headed in to town to get dinner. Afterwards we went grocery shopping. When we first walked in a threw a pack of doughnuts in the cart. IT had about five, just a small pack for 75 cents. We continued to shop and ended up getting the bigger bags of doughnuts for breakfast and stuff. I don't know why but I didn't put the small pack back. I thought about it but I didn't. After we left the store my brother wanted to go look at the jackets at Big 5 so we drove over. When we pulled up there were a couple homeless people, one was behind the pillar and I couldn't see him and the other one was picking through the trash can. There were to doughnuts left in the package, we shared them. I walked over and gave the two doughnuts left to the lady who was picking through the trash, I wasn't thinking about anything I just figured I didn't need them nearly as much as they did. As she took them out of my hand the other guy walked out from behind the pillar and it was a young kid my age. I used to be friends with him. His name is Anthony and his parents kicked him out a while back. I heard he was on the streets but I didn't expect to see him, it took me by surprise. I was in such shock I could barely look at the guy. I shook his hand and we had a brief conversation and both went our separate ways.
Before he saw me, when he was walking toward the lady I handed the food to he was smiling. He was happy. It just makes you think, who are we to complain? Who are we to be pissed off because we didn't get enough sleep that night or because we forgot to eat breakfast or because we're having a bad day. How can it be that the ones with so much don't realize it and the ones who've lost it out are the kindest of us all. The only ones who really have a clue, the only ones who can be grateful for what they have. It just gives you a bit of perspective and I think sometimes we all need that.

This is going to sound unrelated but it's not. In one of my classes part of our final was to do something "philanthropic" (Something nice for someone) and do a presentation on it. So pretty much give someone less fortunate food or money or whatever, take a picture, and present it in front of the class. Later that day I was talking to the teacher and we got into a debate about it. I argued that it wasn't philanthropic because kids were only doing it for the points and the definition of philanthropy is doing something with the knowledge you won't get anything in return. He thought about it and the next day he announced to the class that the assignment was no long mandatory. It won't count against you, only for you.

I know what you're thinking, that's the only reason I gave them the food. You're wrong, I wasn't even thinking about that. I can honestly say the thought didn't cross my mind until the ride home. I didn't think about it in a way that I could use for my benefit, not at all, I don't want the points because then it's meaningless and only for the points. I was thinking about how fucked up of a person I am for convincing him to not make it mandatory. I mean, he had the entire class doing something good for the less fortunate, those who need it and yes it would have been only for the points but you know what? Either way it would have helped someone out, whoever it may be and I just ruined that for them. I'm feeling like a genuine ass hole right about now because it's 100% my fault. I wish there was some way I could take it back because I know most the kids aren't going to do anything anymore. Fuck this world.

- Jacob.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Blind children at the zoo.

I like muffins.

I stole my grandma's Pink Floyed records and have been playing those.

P.S. I got my record player set up in my room.

I don't feel the need to write on this blog.

like. ever.

I'm thinking about deleting it.

So yeah.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

45 Necklace

I saw something like this online for $10 so I just made one myself. For those of you who don't know what it is, it's a 45 adapter so you can play 45's on a turntable. Yes, I listen to records.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

My incredibly shitty day. Enjoy.

Well my day started off as usual and got progressively worse. I swear there was a curse placed upon me. It wasn't actually today, it was yesterday and it went something like this:

I woke up and went to school, simple enough.

1st: period, nothing happened worth remembering.

2nd: Same.

3rd: Same.

4th: Same.

5th: Same.

6th: Same.

7th: Sa- OH! Wait, no. Here's where things get interesting, or rather shitty. The one day I choose to dress out for P.E. it happens. I put my bag on top of the lockers, put my pants with it, my phone, and my iPod. Now, mind you I'm standing not even two feet away. I sit down on the bench that's still less than two feet away and when I stand back up my iPod is gone. Fuck people. That's what I get for dressing out.

Okay, things can't really get worse it's already pretty shitty, right? Yeah, no. I got on the bus to go home and call my grandma at the bus stop, her car won't start. So I was stuck there for a while and I finally just decided to walk home. I walked up the road and my friend gave me a ride to the end of the road, she was going right I was going left. So I got out and started walking, actually I had a skateboard so I was skating. I got to the elementary school and my Aunt pulled up so I got a ride the rest of the way. Not so bad.

I get home, sit down at the computer and find there are ants crawling all over the keyboard and on my arms biting me. Again, can't get much worse, right?

Later my mom leaves to go to the local bar and I was alone with my little brother. I walked into the kitchen and then headed to the bathroom. Slipped and fell back into the toilet. The tank thing on the back, yeah it shattered. The water spilled everywhere and then the water started shooting out of the pipe because the valve wasn't off yet and it flooded the bathroom. Luckily I got the water shutoff and cleaned up the mess. Meanwhile my little brother went back to play video games. Just wait, it get's better.

After the toilet tank shattered my brother had come to the door and once I shut off the water I noticed there was blood all over my hand. I washed it in the sink and found no cuts or anything. My brother sarcastically made a comment saying "maybe it's your butt" I remembered hitting it and so I turned it toward the mirror to find a big hole in my boxers (because I wasn't wearing pants) and opened it a bit to find a gnarly gash. My brother flipped out, screamed like a little girl, and ran to the living room. That's when he sat back down to play games and left me to clean up the mess even though there was blood dripping down my leg and he knew it hurt like hell.He's selfish, I'm used to it. My mom wouldn't answer her phone so I finally called her boyfriend and he had her call me. They came home a bit later, maybe 20 - 30 minutes and I ended my night going to the hospital getting stitches in my ass. Luckily I have a sense of humor and made all the people in the hospital laugh while they were dealing with my ass which was still gushing blood after an hour and a half or so. I stood up and there was blood on the chair in the waiting room so I was like "GAH! They're all gonna think I'm on my period!" The doctors/nurses all laughed the entire time and cracked jokes back, fun group. Hopefully I made their night better. I left at one in the morning but on the way there I got a chocolate muffin and that was the highlight of my day. Now I have stitches in my ass and it kinda hurts, but I'm okay. It's not big, just really deep. Gah. I'm done typing. And feel free to send me money to put towards a new iPod because now I'm using a walkman, yeah, that thing that plays cassette tapes and radio stations, it's all I have and the only stations that come in clear here are Spanish stations or country, fuck the mountains. I'm starting to miss my iPod.

See ya, hope this made your night slightly more entertaining.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

If you really have nothing better to do feel free to read these.

1) Who inspires you most? 
I'm not inspired.
2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

A clone of myself.
3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.
"the northward. It was now very distinct, and appeared as a much darker hue." 
4) What do you think about most?
Waffles & Muffins.
5) What does your latest text message from someone else say?
"Ok"
6) Do you sleep with or without underwear on?
I sleep in whatever I want to sleep in.
7) What's your strangest talent?
I can fly.
8) Girls.... (finish the sentence); Boys.... (finish the sentence)
Girls have cooties. Boys do not.
9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?

I dunno. Poem, yeah.
11) Do you have any strange phobias?
Toasters.
12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?
All the time.
13) What's your religion?

Atheist.
14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
Skating.

15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
Depends, are you filming a porno?

16) Simple but extremely complex. Favourite band?
At the moment? Psychedelic Furs.

17) What was the last lie you told?
I don't remember, I'm always lying :]

19) What does your name mean?
Wolf? :]

20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
Strength: My unicorn. Weakness: The fucking toasters

21) Who is your celebrity crush?
Sid Vicious

22) Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
Nah.

23) How do you vent your anger?
I break shit and then sleep

24) Do you have a collection of anything?
Pokecards, Records, "Notices of Discipline", Pins, safety pins, patches, studs.
25) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

Talking in person or writing notes/letters.

26) Are you happy with the person you've become?
Mostly, just not happy with the era I'm forced to grow up in.

27) What's a sound you hate; sound you love?
I hate the sound of alarm clocks and toasters.

Love the sound of music. 
28) What's your biggest "what if"?
What if things change?

29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
It would be impossible to not consider the possibility of aliens considering the vast amount of space there is and the trillions of planets. I doubt they'd be green and giant like in the movies but there could very easily be another planet with simpleton life forms living on it.

Ghosts, I guess. I actually find the concept of Aliens (Or life on another planet) easier to believe though. 
30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.
Empty soda can. Wall.

31) Smell the air. What do you smell?
Oxygen. Yes, definitely oxygen.

32) What's the worst place you have ever been to?
Earth.
33) Choose: East Coast or West Coast?
West.

34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?
Avril? Siouxsie? I dunno.

35) To you, what is the meaning of life?
42.

36) Define: Art.


art Noun /√§rt/

Synonyms:
noun: craftskillscienceworkmanshipknack

arts plural

  1. The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power
    • the art of the Renaissance
    • great art is concerned with moral imperfections
    • she studied art in Paris
  2. Works produced by such skill and imagination
    • his collection of modern art
    • an exhibition of Mexican art
    • an art critic
  3. Creative activity resulting in the production of paintings, drawings, or sculpture
    • she's good at art
  4. The various branches of creative activity, such as painting, music, literature, and dance
    • the visual arts
    • the art of photography
  5. Subjects of study primarily concerned with the processes and products of human creativity and social life, such as languages, literature, and history (as contrasted with scientific or technical subjects)
    • the belief that the arts and sciences were incompatible
    • the Faculty of Arts
  6. A skill at doing a specified thing, typically one acquired through practice
    • the art of conversation




37) Do you believe in luck?
Do you believe I believe in luck.

38) What's the weather like right now?
Dark, and not too hot. Stars are bright and I don't know what the moon is like at the moment.

39) What time is it?
9:20 p.m.

40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
Nope. Nope.

41) What was the last book you read?
I am currently reading Go Ask Alice and The Zombie Survival Guide.
42) Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Yes.

43) Do you have any nicknames?
Chynna calls me Jake, Jen calls me Candy Man, Haley calls me Airwalk. Other then that, no, not that I know of.

44) What was the last movie you saw?
I don't know, but I just realized I have to pee.... Nope, to lazy to get up.

45) What's the worst injury you've ever had?Strangled myself on the slide in kindergarten. Tied a jump rope to the top and the other end around my neck, then slid down.
46) Have you ever caught a butterfly?
Nope.

47) Do you have any obsessions right now?
Eating babies.

48) What's your ?
What's my question? "Why did you just ask me a stupid question?"

49) Ever had a rumour spread about you?
Yeah, I suppose.

50) Do you believe in magic?
What do you consider 'magic'?

51) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
Yeah, sometimes.

52) What is your astrological sign?
That one you get if you're born in September.
53) Do you save money or spend it?

Spend it. I buy monsters and clothes. :|

54) What's the last thing you purchased?
Plaid pants.

55) Love or lust?
Neither.

56) In a relationship?
Yeah.

57) Are you a virgin or have you had sex?
Yes, I'm a total slut.

58) Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
No, but I can do other stuff with my tongue... :]59) Where were you yesterday?
Roller rink.

60) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
Yeah.

61) Are you wearing socks right now?
Yeah.

62) What's your favourite animal?
Unicorn.
63) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?
Throw my phone at their head..(:

64) Where is your best friend?
His house I presume.

65) Spit or swallow?
What are we referring too??
66) What is your heritage?
I don't know, I'm from all over the place.
67) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?
Watching Tommy Boy at my Aunts house.

68) What do you think is Satan's last name?
Testicle. That's why he got pissed off and became a total dick.

69) Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?
^^^ <-- Heh, 69 :]

70) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?
Yeah, I'd have someone to do stupid stuff with.

71) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?
I'd get the dog without hesitation.

72) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
A) I wouldn't tell anyone.
B) I'd wee on a cop, Break a lot of stuff, And take a shit on Sebastian's desk. 
C) Nah, I'd be having fun. :]
73) You can only have one of these things: trust or love.
Trust.

74) What's a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
Pretty much anything by The Aquabats

75) What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?
7Wq3.

76) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?
Peanut butter & Jelly.

77) How can I win your heart?
I like how you just assume I have a heart.

78) Can insanity bring on more creativity?
Depends on what type of insanity you're referring to.

79) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?
Not dying?80) What size shoes do you wear?
11 1/2

81) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?
Fuck off, man.

82) What is your favourite word?
Bugaboo.

83) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word: heart.
Beat. (Boring, right?)

84) What is a saying you say a lot?
"What's the worst that could happen?"

85) What's the last song you listened to?
New Order - Blue Monday.

86) Basic question: what's your favourite color/colors?
Black.

87) What is your current desktop picture?
A collage of The Gorillaz I made forever ago. Here. Hang on.





88) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?
Dillon Moran. 

89) What would be a question you'd be afraid to tell the truth on?
Number 89.

90) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren't really doing anything, they're just standing around your bed. What do you do?
Start a mummy cult.

91) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?
The power to control time & space. 
92) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

Roller skating this weekend, I guess. 
93) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
The time I shit myself in 1st grade and got stuck in the bathroom. The principal came with some other people. I wouldn't come out and the principal offered me his pants. I said no, but man that guy was willing to give anything. I liked him.

94) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
Sid Vicious.  
95) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Ireland. 
96) Do you have any relatives in jail?

Probably.

97) Have you ever thrown up in the car?
Not that I recall. I peed in my dad's Mercedes. Twice in the same trip. I ended up walking in the house naked and my mom asked what happened so naturally I ran to my room crying.  
98) Ever been on a plane?
Yeah.

99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?
I want a muffin.

100) Put your iPod on shuffle, give me the first 17 songs that come up.
1) Circle Jerks- Operation

2) Def Leppard - Tear It Down
3) Reel Big Fish - Big Star
4) Beck - Summertime
5) Millencolin - Knowledge. (Look them up, like, now.)
6) Depeche Mode - I Feel You
7) Adolescents - Monsanto Hayride
8) SS Decontrol - Star Wars
9) The Buzzcocks - Sixteen Again
10) The Bouncing Souls - The Something Special

Sunday, September 18, 2011

That's all for now.

I don't know what to write about. Nothing significant. Nothing important. That is all for now. Good bye friends!

Tuesday.

Tuesday. Not much different about Tuesday, my plans consist of, well, nothing quite yet. The only thing that differs Tuesday from every other day is the fact that it has a label. Yes, Tuesday, September 20th is my birthday. I shall turn 16 which is lame because I'm 6' 3" and a Junior in high school which means I'll be a 16 year old Senior and I'll graduate when I'm 17. LAME! Oh well. Anyway. I want to go rollerskating with some friends at some point.

I'll be right back, hang on.

Okay, I'm back! Anyway, my birthday. I have to go to school so I'm thinking perhaps I should get on the bus and go to Destany's house because her mom doesn't trust us enough to let her walk to town with me and then come over to my place. I hate it so much, we can't do anything unless her mom is watching us like a hawk. I understand she has her reasons but still, she can't do that to her daughter. I can't wait until we can leave this shit-hole. I hate everything. Fuck, there I go bitching again. New post! Go!

[Insert Title Here.]

Well hello! I fear time has gotten away from me and we haven't talked in quite sometime. So! I have decided to write about some stuff that's been going on.

First thing on my mind is Nowhere Girl by B-Movie, look it up.

Next, would be Friday. Friday? No, Thursday, I do apologize. Anyway, Thursday I decided to wear the jacket I almost always wear. The sleeves are torn off, It has a Ramones patch pinned/studded to the back and a shit ton of buttons involving Zombies, The Misfits, Ska, and so on. (I realize at this point in time what I was wearing just seems insignificant, but it is just bare with me.) Anyway, this particular Thursday I decided to wear an old Ramones shirt that I cut the sleeves off of so my arms were showing which isn't normal for me because I have scars from when I used to cut. I regret it, and I did stop quite some time ago actually but I hadn't thought about the scars when I got dressed. Hadn't thought about them all day actually until sixth period my teacher was handing out some worksheet I'm probably suppose to do and when he got to me he looked at the scars, looked back at me and had the most judgmental look on his face like I was nothing. I just looked back at him with that "What the fuck are you looking at" look we all know so well.

I'm tired of bitching about this, or bitching in general for that matter, lets find something new to post about.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

It's up to you, it's up to me, it's up to us our dynasty.

Greetings. Forgive me for it has been quite sometime since I've written. Or thank me rather, for not boring you with my words! Anyway.. Hang on, I need to pick a song.. The Addicts - Dynasty. Gotta love 'em.

Anyway, I just thought i'd update a bit. Schools's been alright. Kind of a drag sometimes. Kind of want to drop out sometimes. I don't see why not I mean I'm not taking college credit classes so what's the point? But I really don't want to drop out at the moment. I do however want to leave this damn house. I never stop fighting with my family. It's just a constant battle, an eternal war zone. I hate coming home. Oh well.

My birthday's in 16 days or so. I'll be 16. Yes at the moment I am indeed a 15 year old junior. Ridiculous, eh? All I really want is duct tape and sharpies. I don't really need anything. I mean, I have clothes (Speaking of which I just got a new Bad Brains shirt. Must wear tomorrow!) and I have food. usually. so really I don't need anything.

I don't know what else to say. So. umm. Yeah.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Running from trouble.

I told you I'd post parts 2 - 4 but I lost interest and decided to not. Deal with it.

Anyway, First week of school I've already gotten Saturday school twice AND I got out of it both times. Quite complex, I'll explain.

First time: 7th period gym. There is two classes and when we split up halfway through I ditched my class and went with the other because, well, Destany is in the class and yeah you get it. Anyway somehow they caught me and called it ditching, which it was I'll admit. I told them I was confused as to where I was suppose to be, lied my tits off to them and got out of it. My teacher made me run a badger which is an insane lap around this dirt trail overgrown with weeds and it's just really shitty, but I did it. Simple enough.

Second time: Yesterday. Let me start by saying I got kicked out of geometry, not for the day, for the year. I made the teacher hate me so much the first week he dropped me from the class. So, I walked in Monday and he said go to the office and switch classes, I did. I walked to the office and they told me the councilors were in a meeting and wouldn't be able to see me. So technically I'm suppose to go back to my geometry class, but knowing me, I didn't. My train of thought was "The teacher thinks I'm in the office and the office thinks I'm with my teacher.. Interesting.. *Evil grin*" But I really didn't do anything bad, I went to Mr. Rich's class, he was on his prep period so he was just hanging out there. I did my history homework and was there the whole time. Anyway, somehow, I don't know how but they caught me again. They called me up at lunch today and made me sit there through lunch and half of sixth period waiting to talk to Adney, the vice principal. So finally I went back there to her office and told her I was in Riches and I wasn't sure if I was allowed back in Geometry. She sent me to talk to Kernaghan, my geometry teacher and explain to him what happened. I did though I hate that prick he told me I have to go to Rich and get him to write a note saying I was with him (to verify I wasn't off smoking pot or whatever) So I did and I took the note to the office. Then they sent me back to Kernaghan to get him to sign a different piece of paper verifying that he was okay with me getting out of trouble. To my surprise he did and I was off the hook. I took it to the office and made it to gym on time.

I feel productive, had a good day. Although this is rather routine for me. All within the first week, that's a new record for me! I'm so proud.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Part 1 of 4

I don't feel like writing, however I have a lot of shit to say.
First, I went to a concert. Motley Crue, Poison, and The New York Dolls. New York Dolls kick ass and I love them. I'm not a poison fan so that was kind of shit until they played Every Rose Has It's Thorn then I missed Destany even more so it got shittier. Afterwards Crue came on and were fucking epic. Tommy Lee (Hot ass mother fucker) plays the drums and the whole set was hooked to a roller coaster loop thing and he played upside down, that's right, upside down. I think I only had a good time at that point because the guy next to me lit up a joint and all the smoke was going right to my face. I love that smell, go ahead, judge me. I don't know why but I really wasn't hyped up to go to this concert, or afterwards even. I don't know why but whatever, that's all I have to say about that.

I had more to say in relation to Albert Vela, Leaving this shit-hole town, and school, but I don't feel like writing anymore right now. I'll do it in parts, I shall call this part 1 of 4!

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Yet another adventure in the land of McDonalds

For the past few days some lads from corporate, supervisors I believe have been coming up to see how we're doing. The first time was yesterday, some guy came in; Didn't say much but he was leaving as I was starting so I didn't think much of it. Today I was starting as a different supervisor was observing/working with us. He was terrible at working, couldn't keep up with a damn thing. Anyway, as I started I was still in the box making waters/tea/bagging food/making fries/handing shit out and I heard him talking to one of my managers looking right at me and say "What's his name?" my manager told him my names was Jacob. He asked how long I'd been working there and after my manager told him he said "He's smug" then my manager said "Yes, very smug" I was ready to punch the guy in the face because I know he knew I could hear him. About a minute later he walked over to me and said "Do you know what you're doing?" In a smug voice and I said "Yup" in an unamused way without looking at him. He said good and told me to clean up something. What I REALLY wanted to say was "Yeah, do you know what YOU'RE doing?" Because like I said he was an idiot who couldn't keep up. Damn I hate that guy. Fuck corporate.

Friday, August 12, 2011

A day in a world of fatty foods and dead animals on a bun (McDonalds)

So I've been running the drive through box which means I hand out food to people, make their drinks and bag the food when it's not busy. There's always a few ass holes that come through but I usually just don't give a shit. However I've given up on putting on a fake smile all day and wishing people a good one. I'll smile when I fucking feel like it and wish you a good day if you deserve it. Anyway, today was just wonderful (sarcasm) Some chick was driving through in her fancy car with her fancy phone talking to somebody on it. When I handed her her drinks she looked at me like she was offended that I interrupted her phone call so when I got her food I just held it out the window without saying a word to her or even looking at her for that matter (With an unamused look on my face) and before she drove off she said "You don't have to be rude about it!" In her 'snotty I'm better than you' voice so I got down in the window and gave her a death stare while saying (In a rude tone of voice, I'll admit) "You were on the phone I didn't want to disturb you. She got all pissy and said "Screw you!" and drove off. I was amused actually. Made my day interesting.



On a side note: I want to do my hair like this picture but not as thick in the middle and with sideburns.


Thursday, August 11, 2011

Any input?

I have a question for my millions of followers (Sarcasm) But yes, I would love your input. What should I do with my hair? Anything at all really I'm just sick of the same old boring haircut I've had nearly all my life. Ideally I'd like a mohawk but I don't want the sides too short, I just can't find anything I like and/or would look good on me. So send me links to pictures, write up what you think, draw a picture! I don't care, anything will do.

Monday, August 8, 2011

"Snowballed"

Well I started my job at McDonalds (I'm fairly certain I mentioned this already). Anyway I have a bit of a story for all you friends and foes out there; Enjoy.

Okay, so yesterday I was working and got an order for Mcflurry's. Simple enough. Grab cup, fill with ice cream, insert M&M's. Here's the fun part: I grabbed the spoon and hooked it up to the blender machine (It spins the spoon around and mixes the ice cream). Now this particular Flurry was overflown with ice cream so the lid wasn't on completely (However I did not know this at the time.) So I turned on the machine and to my surprise the lid pops off and starts spinning obnoxiously around on the spoon and the ice cream spit everywhere. Basically all you have to do is imagine a blender full of ice cream without a lid.. but you don't have to worry, the ice cream didn't get everywhere.. I blocked it all with my body/face It was wonderful.. just peachy.

Later I told my manager about this ice cream fiasco because we're actually becoming good friends and he said "Oh you got snowballed by the Flurry machine? It's the worst isn't it" Hence the title 'Snowballed.'


Friday, August 5, 2011

Psychology! =D

YES! I got into ib Psych! I'm so happy. I didn't think I was going to get in because last year in my first semester of English I had a D. Fuck I've actually got to do a lot of work for this class.. or work in general. Whatever, it should be interesting, I love psychology.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Hyperactivity

Lets see, my day consisted of getting a hair cut and being stuck in town for a while. So what do I do? Go over to starbucks and get a double chocolate chip frappachino, duh! And what better place to drink it then the cemetery conveniently placed about 100 feet away! Anyway, after that I walked around a while searching hopelessly for Destany on the slight chance that she was in town. She wasn't -_- So I went to Raley's and got an Arizona tea then headed over to meet with some friends. It was Amy, Allison, Danielle, Bridgette, Austin Wyrick, Jacob Neilson, and yeah. They were going to Raley's so I walked back there and got another tea. By this point I had had a starbucks, and two teas so I was super hyper. Then Amy, Bridgette, and Allison left which means it was just Danielle and I and Jacob Neilson and Austin Wyrick. Austin was only there because he wants to get in Bridgette's pants so once she left the other boys left leaving just me and Danielle. (I take back my earlier statement, THIS is when I got the second tea because I got one for Danielle too) So we hung out in the little coffee shop place for a while until our rides showed up, conveniently at the same time. Then I stole a Doughnut.. so I was extremely hyper and felt like I was gonna puke. That was my day, fun eh? Yeah(:

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Fuck being underage, everything suck.

I'm sorry, I don't like to complain on here because nobody needs to waste their time with my problems, people have their own problems and their own lives to worry about. So if you don't want to waste your time, then don't bother. If you have nothing better to do, then feel free to read further into this post.

So let me start by saying before I got this job at McDonalds my mom was encouraging me and telling me I should do it, telling me she'll give me a ride because she works on weekdays and if she can't drive me my grandma or aunt will; Said it will be fine, it will work out. Well, second day of work I got my schedule which was given as followed:

Saturday: 7 - 2 p.m.
Sunday: 6 - 9 p.m.
Wednesday: 12 - 8 p.m.
Thursday: 12 - 8 p.m.

(On a side note, I'm not entirely sure what dates. I mean she didn't say the dates but she gave them in this order going down the list so that means I don't work tomorrow? That means the next day I work is Saturday then Sunday and then Wednesday and Thursday next week? Any feedback would be much appreciated.)

Okay, so like I said my mom said someone will be able to drive you no matter what, say you're available for all hours. So I did. And now that I have my schedule on the way home this is what I get.. "I can't drive you those times! You need to tell them to schedule your schedule to fit mine. you need to get your grades up so you can get a permit" (Even though I could get a permit, it's just her not letting me. Make sense? Not really.) Then she said if they can't make your schedule fit mine then you can't work until you can drive. WHAT THE FUCK! First she tells me to get a job and someone will always be able to drive you and NOW I get THIS shit! I fucking hate it here. Sorry for my complaints. I just had to get my thoughts out. Thanks for reading and stuffs. Have a great day! *Fake smile used when handing out food*
Bye -_-

Monday, August 1, 2011

A victim of society conforming to the system

Well, today was my first day of work which sounds all fancy and rad but it's just McDonalds. What's a 15 year old kid to do other than work at a fast food joint until he gets the hell out of this shit-hole town? Anyway, I got there and the girl in charge of training took me behind the counter and showed me around. Then showed me the break room that nobody goes to on breaks and then I took yet another training course in the back office (The first one I took was to get my food handlers certificate. That one was 2 hours and all common sense. Plus it cost 13.50). Then after taking the training course which was a little over an hour they put me to work at the third drive-through window which basically means I make drinks and give the orders out. But that's not even the worst part... I have to smile! Yes actually smile and wish them a great day. Even if the people are total ass holes! I mean what the fuck?! Anyway, the girl who trained me was helping me through all this. She was actually pretty rad; she was really nice.
I would love to eventually work in a cafe or something a little slower paced because it's so hectic there and crowded. But it's still money, although I'm underage so the top pay I can make right now is $500 a month, but even still that's enough to get a new skateboard (Mine just pretty much broke today) and take Destany out from time to time (though it's hard not being able to drive). Anyway, it should work for a while until I can start making more and then I can move away.

So, on another topic, how are you? Yes you reading my rambles, I want to know how you are. So answer dammit! Okay, I shall be leaving now. So, I bid thee farewell and all that jazz. See ya!

Friday, July 29, 2011

Adolf Hitler: Unfathomably brilliant.

You would have to be blind, ignorant, uneducated and mindless to not realize the potential Adolf Hitler had, the brilliance of his mind (which is beguiling; nearly unfathomable even) and the drive in his heart;the motivation and persistence he withheld. You people are simply blinded by the blood shed and torture so many had endured. You must look past that, I’m not saying it wasn’t wrong, because yes, it was. However, Adolf Hitler was truly a genius when it came to public speaking, manipulating, and even brainwashing in a sense. But in the end, this man born with such impossible intelligence used that knowledge for a terrible cause, but despite the way he used his intelligence, it was still intelligence none the less and Adolf Hitler was a genius.

P.S. It makes you think if there was a God, he must have been on vacation during the holocaust (and so many other terrible events that have occurred in history and are occurring as I write this.) But that’s a completely different topic.

Change of plans?

I'm ending the only using lyrics as a title from this point on. It's obnoxious finding lyrics that fit the general topic of what I'm writing about so from this point forward, my titles shall be whatever I feel is fit; lyrics or not.

On another note, I've been working on my own rendition of a found poem. For those of you who don't know, a found poem is when you take sentences from a story and put them together to make a poem out of it. However, I'm had an idea to tweak that idea a bit, I decided to take lyrics from different songs and fit them together into a poem. It's harder than I once thought but I promise to post it as soon as I finish.

Also a shout out to my new follower! She's totally rad, so follow her. Here. Now. This second. HURRY DAMMIT! Link! --> http://caroline-albanese.blogspot.com/

Friday, July 22, 2011

The world is black and hearts are cold.


-9mm:  murder-desu:  Junko Furuta This is the story of Junko Furuta, a 17 year old girl who was held captive by 4 teenagers. DAY 1: November 22, 1988: KidnappedKept captive in house, and posed as one of boy’s girlfriendRaped (over 400 times in total)Forced to call her parents and tell them she had run awayStarved and malnutritionedFed cockroaches to eat and urine to drinkForced to masturbateForced to strip in front of othersBurned with cigarette lightersForeign objects inserted into her vagina/anus DAY 11: December 1, 1988: Severely beat up countless timesFace held against concrete ground and jumped onHands tied to ceiling and body used as a punching bagNose filled with so much blood that she can only breath through her mouthDumbbells dropped onto her stomachVomited when tried to drink water (her stomach couldn’t accept it)Tried to escape and punished by cigarette burning on armsFlammable liquid poured on her feet and legs, then lit on fireBottle inserted into her anus, causing injury DAY 20: December10, 1989: Unable to walk properly due to severe leg burnsBeat with bamboo sticksFireworks inserted into anus and litHands smashed by weights and fingernails crackedBeaten with golf clubCigarettes inserted into vaginaBeaten with iron rods repeatedlyWinter; forced outside to sleep in balconySkewers of grilled chicken inserted into her vagina and anus, causing bleeding DAY 30: Hot wax dripped onto faceEyelids burned by cigarette lighterStabbed with sewing needles in chest areaLeft nipple cut and destroyed with pliersHot light bulb inserted into her vaginaHeavy bleeding from vagina due to scissors insertionUnable to urinate properlyInjuries were so severe that it took over an hour for her to crawl downstairs and use the bathroomEardrums severely damagedExtreme reduced brain size DAY 40: Begged her torturers to “kill her and get it over with” January 1, 1989: Junko greets the New Years Day aloneBody mutilatedUnable to move from the ground DAY 44: January 4, 1989: The four boys beat her mutilated body with an iron barbell, using a loss at the game of Mah-jongg as a pretext. She is profusely bleeding from her mouth and nose. They put a candle’s flame to her face and eyes. Then, lighter fluid was poured onto her legs, arms, face and stomach, and then lit on fire. This final torture lasted for a time of two hours. Junko Furuta died later that day, in pain and alone. Nothing could compare 44 days of suffering she had to go through. When her mother heard the news and details of what had happened to her daughter, she fainted. She had to undergo a psychiatric outpatient treatment . Imagine her endless pain. Her killers are now free men.   I think I’m going to be sick.   oh my god…  People fuckin’ suck. Governments are useless. What the fuck is wrong with the world?

-9mm:

murder-desu:

Junko Furuta

This is the story of Junko Furuta, a 17 year old girl who was held captive by 4 teenagers.

DAY 1: November 22, 1988: Kidnapped
Kept captive in house, and posed as one of boy’s girlfriend
Raped (over 400 times in total)
Forced to call her parents and tell them she had run away
Starved and malnutritioned
Fed cockroaches to eat and urine to drink
Forced to masturbate
Forced to strip in front of others
Burned with cigarette lighters
Foreign objects inserted into her vagina/anus

DAY 11: December 1, 1988: Severely beat up countless times
Face held against concrete ground and jumped on
Hands tied to ceiling and body used as a punching bag
Nose filled with so much blood that she can only breath through her mouth
Dumbbells dropped onto her stomach
Vomited when tried to drink water (her stomach couldn’t accept it)
Tried to escape and punished by cigarette burning on arms
Flammable liquid poured on her feet and legs, then lit on fire
Bottle inserted into her anus, causing injury

DAY 20: December10, 1989:

Unable to walk properly due to severe leg burns
Beat with bamboo sticks
Fireworks inserted into anus and lit
Hands smashed by weights and fingernails cracked
Beaten with golf club
Cigarettes inserted into vagina
Beaten with iron rods repeatedly
Winter; forced outside to sleep in balcony
Skewers of grilled chicken inserted into her vagina and anus, causing bleeding

DAY 30: Hot wax dripped onto face
Eyelids burned by cigarette lighter
Stabbed with sewing needles in chest area
Left nipple cut and destroyed with pliers
Hot light bulb inserted into her vagina
Heavy bleeding from vagina due to scissors insertion
Unable to urinate properly
Injuries were so severe that it took over an hour for her to crawl downstairs and use the bathroom
Eardrums severely damaged
Extreme reduced brain size

DAY 40: Begged her torturers to “kill her and get it over with”

January 1, 1989: Junko greets the New Years Day alone
Body mutilated
Unable to move from the ground

DAY 44: January 4, 1989: The four boys beat her mutilated body with an iron barbell, using a loss at the game of Mah-jongg as a pretext. She is profusely bleeding from her mouth and nose. They put a candle’s flame to her face and eyes.

Then, lighter fluid was poured onto her legs, arms, face and stomach, and then lit on fire. This final torture lasted for a time of two hours.

Junko Furuta died later that day, in pain and alone. Nothing could compare 44 days of suffering she had to go through.

When her mother heard the news and details of what had happened to her daughter, she fainted. She had to undergo a psychiatric outpatient treatment . Imagine her endless pain.

Her killers are now free men.