"To the ultimate duel with the best of the best!"

Okay, enough Yugioh nerdery. Back after waaaaaay too long, hoping to throw some photos up soon.

Not Sparta. But it -is- epic. 300 pageviews, finally. =p Butanyways, found an awesome spot when I was out with my mate the other day, and we're going again soon with a camera. So... look forward to photos of awesome. =D

Hallowe'en is my and my mate's anniversary. Pretty awesome, eh? We've been together for a year, but it feels like just a few weeks. There's a zombie-themed rave on Sunday, which is epic, 'cause we both fucking love zombie movies and games. She was in the hospital earlier this week with a high fever and abdominal pain. Not the first time, either. She finally got a diagnosis. Turns out she has some viral infection that swelled up her abdominal lymph nodes. They can't give her anything to treat it, but gave her some Tylenol 3s for the pain. Soyeah, she's gonna be fine. Phew. I was fucking scared for a while. Turns out that she was asking for me whenever she was conscious, but her parents wouldn't call me, despite the fact that her mom was in and out because she works at the hospital, and her dad didn't want to stay. Kinda pissed at them. But they've been feeding me two or three times a day for the last couple weeks, 'cause there's no damn food in this house. I don't know where I'm going with this, really. Its just been a while since I updated my journal, and life's been shit lately. She's all I've got to look forward to. God, I love her...

I don't have anything particular to say, since I'm not an artist or a part of any community, except the obvious. I suppose I'll do the usual, and talk about random recent events.

I went to church on Sunday morning. I shaved, took all of my piercings out, and wore plain black jeans and a matching undershirt, a white button-up shirt, and black sneakers. I still got ogled at every turn. The average age in the congregation seems to be about 60 or 70, which explains alot. But the younger people, who I used to go to school with, or were their parents or teachers, all commented. (long story short, I attended private school until grade 11, when I was expelled) Anyways. Everyone was saying I got so tall since they last saw me, which is a lie. I've been 6'1" since grade 9. What -has changed is I've lost literally a hundred pounds since they'd seen me. Of course, all of the girls who had ignored me were fawning and flirting, but I made sure to mention I've been dating someone for almost a year. Because the church/school community are mostly Dutch, everyone is as tall as fuck, which explains why our 'official sports' were basketball and volleyball. I was alright at them, but I could never make any teams. I didn't try, and I got fatter, and the vicious circle continued. But now I'm more muscular than 80% of the guys who used to laugh at me when I collapsed in a wheezing heap during the 12 minute run. Life is fucking sweet sometimes.

I graduated highschool last June, but my mate still attends the same school. As does my ex-mate. She and I dated for about four months when I was in grade ten and she was in grade eight. I'll spare you most of the details, but we had a number of fights over some vey fundamental differences in beliefs and broke up on bad terms. When I came (read: was forced) to the public highschool, She tried to talk to me a few times, but I was a pretty huge asshole to her and whoever was with her. Last year, when my current mate and I would hang out together at school, my ex would give us the dirtiest burn-in-hell-you-fuckers glares I've ever seen. But since I graduated, she's become civil with my mate, and actually started asking about me. Whether or not she's sincere, I started to feel like this whole thing needed to be addressed. As cheesy as it sounds, I sent her a message on facebook to apologize for being such a dick. She hasn't responded yet, but I've got my fingers crossed. I just hope I haven't awaked a shit-storm of epic proportions, because my current mate and my first anniversary is coming up,and I'd really like it to be meaningful and enjoyable, which is difficult to do with shit hanging over our heads.

Speaking of our anniversary. Its Hallowe'en. >=D She's gonna borrow some of my metal clothes, and we're going to go to a place called Tomasso's. Its a little Italian place, pretty ritzy in this backwoods town. Definitely not taking a cab, though. We attract alot of attention normally, just because we're such an odd couple. me, tall, skinny, blond, and wearing all black. Her, glasses, short, brunette, stacked, videogame nerd (Mario / Pokemon shirts, -always-). So if we're both decked out in all black, and both of us have our collars on, we could bring a leash. >;3 S'gonna be pretty cool.

Oh. hee'sthe single greatest thing that's ever happened to me. My mate and I were drinking a slushee and eating A&W in the paring lot, and some hics in a picup truck drive by and yell

"Y'got a nice ass for a faggot!"

Think about it. there's so many layers of epic and fail.

Does he think I'm a fag because I'm so gorgeous?
Do I really have a nice ass?
Was that supposed to be a homophobic slur, or a bizzare compliment?
Is he aware he just made himself seem both gay AND stupid to whoeve else was in the truck?
WHY didn't I have a video camera with me?

I'm not as hateful as I might seem. My sense of humor is dry, and often quite black or blue. I'm as politically incorrect as they come. This'll be pretty obvious if you've read any of my previous journals, or if we've had a conversation in the past, however brief. So, this particular entry is rather out of character for me. But here goes.

My mate is a teacher's assistant for a locally developed (read: ADD & troublemakers) grade nine English class. The kids are reading a booked called The first Stone by Don Aker. I don't usually bother with books under five or six hundred pages, let alone anything marked as Young Adult (with the exception of the Redwall series, but lets not get off track) or has won meaningless awards, but this'un actually proved entertaining for the evening it took to read. The book panders to the misandric dogma of 'men can only be edeemed and find their worth through a woman', and there's a flaming homosexual character who cuts because his family called him a fag. Throughout the novel, profanity is commonplace, as are references to marijuana, alcohol, cocaine, cigarettes, and other trendy substances.

When you get past the obligatory pandering, the story itself manages to be bordeline provocative. A guy chucks a rock off an overpass and causes a multi-car crash. Noone dies, and only one person is seriously injured, a girl the same age as said guy. She goes into a coma, and comes out after he's been sentanced to live in some troubled boys' home, and do community service. He ends up working in her physio center and they hit it off. He gets a glimpse of her snatch the first time they meet. Its only near the end that the mother clues in, and deletes fucking everything.

Now, I know what you're thinking, and I haven't spoiled shit, so go and read this little pamphlet of a book. Whether you laugh at the juvenile filler or actually get some satisfaction from an over-done journey of self-discovery, repentance and healing, read it. Like you don't end up sitting aound watching whatever the fuck is on TV alot of the time, anyways.

Now, I've been up all night and am going to enjoy a cup of tea before walking my mate to school and then crashing for the day. Peace, y'all.

I just wrote a huge fucking rant about the new Resident Evil movie, but my computer crashed before I got a chance to click 'Go'. So, here goes again.

Don't waste your money. More femme fatale bullshit. Alice gets her powers removed/negated, but she still dodges bullets, survives plane crashes that nearly kill Wesker, runs inhumanly fast, etc. She should fucking die already. I don't go to a zombie movie to see some skinny little cunt dodging off walls and shooting silver dollars out of sawed off shotguns. Crazy as it sounds, I want some realism in my sci-fi.

A fuckload of the content was ripped form RE5. The prison is from Lost In Nightmares, the tanker from Chapter 5, and the eperimental facility has pods on the floor instead of the walls. When Chris and Claire confront Wesker, the fight is motion-for-motion, angle-for-angle identical to the one between Chris and Sheva and Wesker in the game, down to their reflections in Wesker's aviators which he throws as a distraction.

Remember those tentacle fuckers that came out of guys' mouths? Well, they're in zombies and dogs (and Wesker, for some reason), with no mention of -why-. Like a random mutation or othersuch bullshit.

As a final kick in the ballsack, Alice kills Wesker by HIDING A NUKE IN HIS RIDE. Yeah. Spoiler alert. =D

In other news, I prepared two delicious fucking lasagnes, and popped one in the oven for me'n my mate when we got back from the flick.

Currently listening to Adam Lambert and Cancer Bats. Fuckyeah.
1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmXQFwlD7vk <--- 'Cause he's got the right amount of leather and kohl liner =B
2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iE1UHKmwnaE <--- 'cause I'm bloody tired and need some energy

Damnit. This is why I don't read webcomics. Chicks beat the shit out of guys and its apparently hilarious and justified, and every other character is gay or bi, including my favorite character. In Furthia High, which I started reading today, the poet bunny dude brought a guy to prom about fifty or sixty pages in. >=/ Its not just a furry thing, either, 'cause the fandom has a bizzarely high ratio of LGBTs to straight people as compared to the general population. And other comics still have the same flaws. Like, show me a webcomic where out of fifty characters, one is gay or bi. About 2% of the population is gay or bi. So, hate me because I like realism and gender equality, not due to some perceived bigotry on my part.