Spud's Rambling Rants

Sorry, I've been procrastinating and putting off doing my Whistler review. I'll make an effort to write it tonight.

Oh, yes, if you were here earlier you might have noticed a rather rude but nonsensical comment written by some guy who write his name in "n00b" language. I deleted it because it was offensive to some people, although I dunno why he posted it, but all I know is that he was an idiot.

So don't post that agian, you bastard.

Well, anywho, you'll hear more of me later.

Below is my composition mentioned in my previous post. I think it isn't bad. The style of writing will make a lot more sense if you've read "Catcher in the Rye".

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is what my lousy day was like. My days are always lousy. From my view, anyway. It’s never my fault. No, there’s always someone out there who’s the cause of my troubles. And these people make my days lousy.

I’m sensitive. And melodramatic. It’s a bad combination, ya know what I mean? Especially in today’s world. I mean, that’s one of my theories: Kids are idiots. Almost everyone has an idiot side to them. A cynicism, a mean streak; call it what you want. Even I do, but frankly I don’t think I’m that bad a person. I’m not bragging; who would brag to other kids about how goody-damn-two-shoes they were? It just goes against what I just said. I mean, kids will do anything to save face. It’s really everyone else your own age that gets you down. Anyway, I take crap from other people fairly hard, if you get my drift. And, as I said, it goes bad with melodrama. A bad combination, but boy-oh-boy, it mixes well. After I get depressed, which happens often, mind you, and first after I’m over my crap depression, I go into a sort of self-pity mode. I could imagine myself doing something brave and then dying and then getting cried over and then I’d feel better, for some odd reason, but then I know that I’m another self-assuring idiot who’s just a fake and that sits in the background; the "worse" portion, I guess. And did you ever read about the ancient Chinese? They believed all things were made up of six elements: Earth, Water, Fire, Wood, Air, and Consciousness. I think Consciousness is the only way to describe what I feel. I guess I get all philosophical and have some weird existentialist thoughts. This really connects to melodrama, I suppose. It’s stupid and nostalgic in a way, but I suppose this whole thing is, too.

My "lousy" day was pretty good, if you ask me (which you haven’t, but I couldn’t care less), in my terms of what makes up good days, anyway. School is pretty much full of phoniness: the people, mainly, but both kids and teachers. But my school is so odd. The social dynamics are hard to explain; it’s like there was something missing that was filled in by nothingness. That really applies to the way people speak, too. So much sarcasm and double negatives, if you know what I mean. Typical stuff for high schoolers. It’s like what old-timers explain what they don’t like about swearing; they say people say bad words because they’ve lost their ability to think of anything else to say. That kills me. Swearing is such a taboo topic yet it’s all around us. It’s like religion. Man, if there’s one thing I can’t understand in life, it’s religion. It screws everything up. I don’t have a problem with religion. Actually, I do, it’s that I don’t have a problem about other people and their religious life. I’m not an atheist or anybody like that. I just don’t involve God or any other supreme deity in my life. I mean, why do you try to steal away natural logic to explain things with weird mysticism and then conclude with the fact that the little questions that people have left can’t be answered, especially because some people’s lives are based on something that people can’t hear or see or smell or touch. They believe because they want to believe. Remember, don’t get me wrong. I’m not against any religion. I just don’t see the point of it. The only thing I really detest about religion is devout people. They creep me out. They’re like the little kids who are obsessed about Pokemon cards or something like that. But the difference is that little kids treasuring nothing but their Charizard card for a year is different because they’re little immature children who are actually playing with something tangible. It’s scary to watch adults who constantly refer to how "Jesus is their saviour" in casual conversation. I guess they’re the ultimate phonies in life. I tend to stay away from anyone who’s like that. Frankly, they seem primitive.

Something that really kills me is people with disabilities, or old people who can barely walk. Well, not so much those people, but what’s just right to do or say around them. An example, when you’re talking with a group of people in a room. In a worse situation a group of adults. Suddenly, a young man with Downs Syndrome walks in and starts friendly shaking everyone’s hands and saying high in what most people call a "retarded" voice. Some one, a parental guardian or a parent, comes in and, very embarrassed, comes in and herds the indignant invalid away. Unspoken ethics (or at least adult ethics anyway, but you’ll see later that it isn’t quite restricted to adults) say that you pretend it never happened. That’s the part that kills me. It just does. I hate the unmentioned part, even though I realise that you have to shut up and I would never talk about anyone behind other people’s backs. But it’s like…like letting a huge one in a silent washroom with about four other people in it. You just can’t say anything. In fact that leads to another thing: people mincing words. I mean, if someone farts, you don’t say he "broke wind". That is, in my valuable opinion one of the stupidest phrases every invented. I just hate anyone who tries to mince words. Once, or twice, before, I’ve just felt angry with people who have to tell someone as lightly as possible that their third cousin twice removed has "passed on into a better place". I can understand "passed away", but not anything with religious connotation. Anyway, there’s someone in my French class who has a speech problem. A very serious stutter actually. Feel sorry for her because nobody says anything when she goes up and presents to the class and stutters for fifteen seconds on every third syllable. The odd thing is, and this really kills me, nobody in our class mentions anything. It’s sad really. I’ve gotten used to it, I guess.

I don’t like any sappy birthday or get well cards. They just bog me down with too much melodrama. I once found a card that looked all sappy and heartfelt; you know the type. I think it was for someone’s older birthday or something like that. On the front, with a big ray of sun on clouds, was the message:

INSIDE THIS CARD IS A MESSAGE FROM GOD

I opened it and inside it said, in loopy cursive writing:

SEE YOU SOON!

I think I almost laughed and cried at the same time when I read that. I mean, here was one card that really, as I felt, anyway, captured what life and existence was about. It just was a good literal interpretation of life without much of the cynicism that is so normal to people like me, ya know what I mean? Oh, that was definitely the best card I have ever seen. It killed me, but in a good way.

I think if I was on the street and bought a hot dog from a hot-dog stand nearby and then saw a homeless man I would probably give it to him, IF I had the money to buy a second one or I wasn’t that hungry. I guess that’s my melodrama, but it’s balanced out by the slight greed for stuff, even if nobody else has it, if you get my drift. Still, I think I realise what people go through. It’s like those puzzles where you’re supposed to complete the puzzle from an object that’s on the box’s point of view. I’ve been through some mildly rough times, so I think I can learn to accept and help other’s plights. It’s geeky, but a quiet, good sort of geeky.

One of the best comics I’ve ever seen was a bit similar to some of my other experiences. An old Garfield strip – man, I love Garfield; what a goddamn messed up cat – had Jon (you know Jon, everyone knows Jon) displaying a half-filled glass of milk to Garfield. He then says "Garfield, observe this glass of milk. Is it half-empty or half-full?" Garfield answers with "Depends. Do you have half a cookie?" That cracked me up. That was the anti-phony, I guess. I can see it now. No "Think outside the box". Man, I hate that line. It’s so damn cuddly. I suppose if we all had half a cookie it would be our choice if the glass were half empty or half-full, you know what I mean?

Eh. Write what you think. I need to do my Whistler review.

Sorry I haven't written in almost a week; that's a major lapse for me. I haven't started on my first entry of my other blog, either. I'll try to get commited, anyway. THis week I'll get to work by the end of the week-end. So....

Reading Catcher in the Rye for English. We got assigned a small composition to write about our day or thoughts Holden Caulfield-style. It was 200-300 words and I wrote of course, 1400. I needed to get that kind of writing out. Maybe I'll post it later.

Anyways, for now, see ya.

I came back from Whistler a few days ago. Pretty fun. Can't wait till 2010.

To all my regular readers, I've gotten around to starting a new blog: Spud's Great Things To See And Do, at review.blog.com. It's just an offshoot blog dedicated to things and events that I've enjoyed doing or seeing and that I want to share with other peopple. My first entry will be based on my trip to Whistler, appropriately.

For those who had a hard time surviving over the weekend without my oh-so-fulfilling rants, I'll just do a small one here. Today the same carpool that I complained about in my previous rant picked me up five minutes before school was to start. And it's half an hour to my school. At her speed anyway (60 km/h, woohoo!) Selfish bastard.

So that's my update for today opver the weekend I missed. I'll get to my normal routine later.

God, I hate it when I have to be a part of a stupid carpool with little kids. Damnit I find little girls between the ages of five and nine so damn annoying. Boys can be irritating, but never as much or in the same way as girls.

A large factor of people I hate are people who feel the have to try to make everyone happy so they can feel happy. My mum knows a woman who, being bubbly and a mother figure, tries to please everyone. If she's invited by a person to a coffee at Starbucks for a long, personal chat a week from then, and then gets called a day later by someone else asking her if she can come to something around roughly the same time as her first event, then she'll try to arrange it so she can go to both. She'll call up the first person and say "Sorry, I got something I had to go to, I'll be an hour late", usually at the last minute.

A portion of these people fall into the catagory of "Yuppie Mothers Who Feel That They Need To Go Out Of Their's And Other's Ways So They Can Serve Their Selfish, Bastard Children"

My school is a 20 minute drive from my house. Sometimes 25 or 30 if you're slow. But does my carpool go straight home? Nooooooooo, they have to drop little six year old Melissa off at her friend's beachfront house. Normally this is a 10 to 15 minute drive. But (why not?) does she HAVE TO DRIVE AT 60, DAMMIT? And for you americans, this is sixty kilometres an hour, not sixty miles. And that's just one way. For the love of god, wherever he is, can't you idiot parents just stop coddling your kids ahead of the promises you've already made. I left the parking lot at 3:20 and got home at 4:30. What a damn crock that is. An hour and ten minutes in their stupid yuppie minivan. And the whole way (the WHOLE way, i mean it) her little four year old sister is saying Mummy, mummy, mummy over and over again. And her mom just ignores her have the time!. And then when she does answer her questions the four year old asks them again IMMEDIATELY afterwards. Bloody hell, it makes me so mad. 

There, I've vented all I can. Time to finish my Socials essay before I go to Whistler. =)

The following is an excerpt from the book The Gospel According to Larry:

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Sermon #93

Slip on your Gap jeans, your Nike T-shirt, your Reeboks—or maybe even your Cons if you think that makes you cool and ironic in a Kurt Cobain kind of way. Grab your Adidas backpack, ride to school on your Razor, drink your Poland Spring, eat your PowerBar, write a paper on your iMac, slip on your Ralph Lauren windbreaker. Buy the latest CD from Tower, check the caller ID to see who's on the phone, eat your Doritos, drink your Coke. Stare at the TV till you're stupefied.

Is there any time of the day when we're not being used and abused by the advertising companies? Can we have an inch of free space, do you mind? Some ambitious kids rent their head space—the outside, not the inside (although the inside space is certainly emptier)—to local companies by shaving ads into their hair for all their friends to see. It's just a matter of time before corporations figure out a way to sell you stuff while you're sleeping. Maybe some kind of vitamin that releases visual and sonic enzymes that run like a ticker tape through your dreams—ALL THE LATEST RELEASES NOW AT BLOCKBUSTER ... CHEESIER NACHOS AT CHILI'S . . . BY THE WAY, YOU'RE SNORING. . . .

Am I the only one who sees the irony of sitting in lit class reading 1984, having a discussion of Big Brother watching out for us like it's some time way in the future? Some science fiction nightmare that's never really going to happen? Hel-lo? Our lives couldn't be more dictated by the corporations if they gave our schools A/V equipment in exchange for making us watch commercials in class.

Oh yeah, they do that already.

Never mind.

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Wow, I enjoy this every time I read it.

Don't you hate it when you make a simple yet silly mistake that you can't go back and change? Today I got a difficult math quiz back. Only one person got perfect, and I got 20 out of 21. Everyone else got like 14 and 15. The only reason I lost a mark was because I accidentally skipped a question and completely missed it. I didn't even check the answers so I could play games on my TI 83+ faster. God, what a fool I am. I hate when I do that stuff.

But I guess I should be happy for my mark =)

I'm writing this now from IT class; we have a very slack substitute.

Today took a change for the better; lot's of fun stuff happening today and I leave for Whistler for Thanksgiving Saturday afternoon. Haha, I can't wait for Whistler 2010. Being two hours away has its perks =).

Lately, I've had a lot of little things to complain about, but they must be not very important because I keep forgeting them.

See all of youse later.

Wow, I had a crappy day today.

Not only did I fail my Planning quiz, but because Planning started so late in the year my midterm mark only includes my quiz, which means my midterm for planning will be about 17%. And, I went to my school senior soccer game. Left at 2:00, missed French class, went to a field an hour away, played for 15 seconds, and then went back to school, arriving there at six o'clock. And now I get to have an hour-long tutorial at lunch to catch up on what I missed in French. Goody. Plus, my "friend who is a girl" (see my post "Frustrating Females") seemed to generally ignore me today.

Luckily I have commited myself to my homework (more or less), and I am going to have a snack and go to bed. Maybe I can have a good dream or something to make myself feel better. *sigh* =\\