“The best thing in life is being free of obligation…
otherwise you lose your ability to gamble.”
-Setzer Gabbiani, Degenerate gambler, womanizer, and zepplin owner, FF6
I love that line, (not to mention who said it). I’m not a sentimental person, if you were to compare my room to any other person my age , you’d be astounded by the differences, probably the only things the same would be that both have a bed, both have dirty clothes on the floor. I don’t have any posters on my walls, no t.v., no pictures, no computer, etc. The only things I have in my room (in addition to what I mentioned above) are a desk containing a bottle of single malt Scotch (Not that I drink regulaily, but I do enjoy nice single malt now and again), and a bookself full of esoteric litrature, RPG source books, and print outs of bootlegged texts.
This has always suited me fine, I don’t spend much time in my room. But people always seem put off when they see it, one time my cousin made a joke “So, when are you moving out?”. I didn’t get it. In self reflection, my room is a suiting reflection of my life, I don’t have any community ties, I’m not close to any of my fammily members, I don’t have a job (at least durring the school year), I’m only part of orginations that have very flexible obligations, or clubs that meet infrequently. Jokes on them though, because of my, let’s say ‘detached’, life style I’ve been able to (was the only one able to) accept a position in my uni’s student exchange program! So (on condition that I can push through the paperwork in time) starting this January, I get to go to Chico state for a whole semester.
-Ciao
In Dexter’s Lab!
Short little entry.
No not the delightful cartoon with the strange accented boy genius. But, “Showtime’s hit series” I’m about half way through the first episode, and I like it. From what I can gather about his “Code of Harry” it was the right way to raise him (some people just have evil tendencies, I for one CAN NOT LOOSE at Super Puzzle Fighter II Turbo); at least if you are a utilitarian and posses a bit of a macabre sense of dry humour.
Ciao
P.S. Funny bit of info: you know those high school year book captions some people got (best dresses, most likely to succeed, etc. and what not)? Well, my final year, the year book comity was made of pretty much all French immersion (I was in French Immersion, and even as distant as I was we were all still really close) kids, so they decided that everyone of us (the FIs) deserved a couple of these captions. Long story short(er) mine ended up being Most Likely To Resurrect a dead Technology (I have a thing for Zeppelins), Most Likely To Secede (I’ve always wanted to annex some small piece of land [hmm... maybe Nova Scotia, is is a beautiful country side...]), Most Likely To Be The Worlds First Super Villain and/or Bond Villain (don’t ask me, I don’t know why I got this one), Most Likely To Be A Contributing Factor To The End Of The Wold (I think this has to with the Super Villain thing), and finally Most Likely To Be A Serial Killer or Lead A Criminal Syndicate (I guess that’s what a enlarged sense of apathy and macabre humour rooted deeply in the works of H.P. Lovecraft and Franz Kafka gets me. Can’t say I’m not proud about the Criminal Syndicate thing, that sound like fun)
People aren’t worth it!
I am a prolific lover of airsoft; beautiful game really, when played for fun, as I did today (with a group of people from my uni). In doing so though I had a splendiferous time, but also a reaffirming slap in the face.
Women aren’t worth it!
Its not that I don’t understand their thought process, but some times its that I believe in its nonexistence. For example, there is one girl, lets call her Lucky, anyway Lucky hates me; that special kind of hate that you reserve for very few people you wish to see burn in hell. The thing is I have no idea how this happened, I only met her last year, we’ve never spent prolonged time together, we don’t oppose on issues/beliefs. Now i don’t mind a little hate, you can’t be everyones friend, but I at least like to now what causes enmity towards me, so I can at least try to minimize the actions or behaviour that cause it (after all if one person hates it, it probably annoys ten others). But much to my dismay she hasn’t let anyone in on the secret source of her ‘deep-rooted’ hatred. The strange thing is (and this is why I believe the thought process behind it is shaky, not absent), is that after about three drinks; so enough to have some effect, but still far from drunk; Lucky has absolutely now problem with me, none, at least once she even forgot who I am.
[GRAMMER CORRECTIONS at the behest of pretzelboy] She is not the only gril like this I know (and not all the examples involve them hating me [I not that bad, I don't think.]) but she is the most extreme example I could think of.[/end of Corrections]
Example of it in action at tonight’s airsoft game: So waiting in the lobby for the game to start, Lucky was sitting on the couch (a very long couch), I had gotten there much earlier ’cause I had some maintenance to do. I was tired of standing so every so discreetly and nonchalantly as I could I sat down on the far end of the couch, she made this evil throat sound and got up and walked away, I didn’t even make eye contact. Later, near the end of the match I was sneaking around when I saw some opponents rip for the picking, I snapped around the corner of the main corridor and tap, tap, tap, I took out three (really nice shots too) looking at the other end, I advance to their position, saw one of my guys had pegged down some more opponents; I check behind me, tap, got one more that had wandered behind me, dash around the corner, close-quarter-killing (calling an opponent ‘out’ without shoot them, only doable at close enough range that shooting them would be a dick move, performed buy pointing you’re gun at them and shouting ‘Mercy’) three before they could get a shot off, spin around to the sound of an empty gun firing, there is Lucky, I’m thinking “I’m not getting shot, she must be out of ammo”, so naturally I’m going to close-quarter-kill her to, but to be fair and give her a chance to realise she’s out of ammo, and maybe close-quarter-kill me I say ” I think you’re empty. Mercy!” now she almost got me but I called her out just as her first syllable was leaving her lips. At this point I figure “eight was a good run” and not wishing to incur any additional ill will I also call myself out. I swear to God, I though she was going to club me with her gun.
Men aren’t worth it!
Most men are after only after two things, you know the first, the second it to best other men in the most boyish fashion possible. Alcohol can supplement or replace either of the two things.
’nuff said.
The moral of today’s story is:
Venting to people (even though very few people to date have read this blog) on the Internet is cathartic.
Ciao
God I love Halloween
I love it, love it, love it, I love everything about it the crisp weather the costumes the parties, the candy, oh the candy (I don’t get my candy untill November 1st though.). But the thing I love the most about it is, and I know how corny this sounds, that you can put one something as simple as a mask and for twenty four hours your king, you can do what you want, talk about what you want, go where you want and the most you get is an raised eye brow. I know that the girls take adventage of this, and use Halloween as a day to “slut it up” without repercausions, I personnlly don’t care for those costume, I’m a firm believer that a good costume needs a essence fear (more in a bit), I think it’s worrible that our society has such a difference in between how other individuals expect us act and how with think society wants use to act. Not to beat a dead horse, but look at television, an individual were to live thier life as dipcted in (almost) any random show (i.e. how with think society wants use to act), they would be shuned by most ‘respectible people’. But again we’re ridiculed about not aspiring to be those people in the shows.
I do love costumes though and I want to brag a bit about mine the last few years
This year: Chest burster from Alien; I went to the party in normal clothes, so a casual suit, then about half way through the evening, after every thing had gotten into a groove, I ‘collapsed’ on the floor and started ‘convulsing’, as soon as someone bent down to check on me I pull the release and POW! a bloody, six inch, sharp tooth alien larva snaped out of my chest. Feaked EVERYONE out, Had a couple screams and one faint, the girls who bent down to check on me fell three feet back. good year.
Last year: Spec Ops: Full dark camoflaugue, a shemagh, combat boots, gloves, reflectinve sunglasses. Very intimidating, plush zero flesh showing so you coun’t even fathom who I was underneath.
Year before: Generic ‘Tears of blood’; I did two hours of blood work on my eyes, even found some skin safe gloss varnish so the streeks looked wet all day, I got one scream and alot “you look pale’, that I found funny because I didn’t put on anything to lighten my skin. I also perfected my ‘creepy gait’ that year, so of what you would expect a horror movie monster ‘thats fast but never seemes to run’ to have.
Ciao
P.S. I think it’s kind of weird that I really like Halloween now, because as a child I can vividly remeber being sick (to some degree, ranging from bed ridden, to “I only want to do two blocks, three tops”) fot it every year.
