I rant pages 41-45
Shooting someone
Today I was thinking, you know one person can't really solve all the worlds problems...they can't save the rainforest, stop ozone depleation, cure global warming. It's all out of our hands really...the only thing we can really do is our own little small things. Something small that will make the world around you a better place, like shooting someone. Shooting someone has numerouse benifits to the world around you. First and formost our green and blue ball of love is very over populated and has been for quite some time. By shooting someone we would help aliveate this worlds population problem AND help reduce world hunger. After all if there are less people to eat food then there will be more food for everyone. HUZZAH!!! Also by shooting someone you can help prevent the depeltion of the ozone layer. Humans emit CO2 which is damageing to our rapidly deteriorateing ozone layer. If the human is no longer breathing then the human is no longer depleating. Lastly we help the local economy by shooting people. Look at everything that is involved when you shoot someone. First you have to go buy a gun. If you buy a gun then that means people that make guns will have jobs. Yes by just the simple act of buying a gun you are already well on the way twords makeing the world a better place. Then you have to buy the bullets for the gun which also provides jobs for people acrost america. Alright now you've gone and shot someone...lets see what happens to the body. It gets put in a funeral home, which costs money...then it is put in the ground and burned which costs more money. Also if the deceased had freinds and family they will rent out a church and a minister to say some words over the burial. With just one bullet you have help supported numerous small buissnesses. What better way is there to support your local ecomonmy. Well what are you waiting for go make this world a better place today...ahem alright don't take that to seriously I'm not sure what came over me.
Smokeing
You know recently I've been hearing more and more anti smokeing stuff and quite honestly it's starting to piss me off. First it started with thouse TRUTH comercails. I never found them very funny and I still don't, thier redicloulse atempts at trying to apeal to me makes me want to vomit. It's funny it's so much easyer to tell us what is cool than what isn't cool. The thing that bothers me most about anti smokeing is the whole it dosn't look cool thing. Well excuse me but since I am not a brainless droid I decide for myself what looks cool and what dosen't and I think that smokeing looks cool. My imaginary freind smoked when I was young and everyone around me smoked and yet I do not. This is because...well never mind that I don't want to get into it. The main point is that I think smokeing looks cool and I don't apreaciate some low life government scum talking to me about it. Now then it gets worse recently in skool we were forced to take a 100 question survay. Mine was on smokeing, and how often I do it. Since I don't smoke I spent the majority of the time filling in bubble D I do not smoke. However that survay taught me something health care proffesionals are being encouraged to tell thier clients not to smoke. I was like what the fuck. Alright no one forces you to smoke, it is your choise and your's alone, you can point the finger and say your "freinds did it" or "comercials" made me do it but that's just as stupid as blameing the TV for violence in todays culture. If someone wants to smoke than they should be treated just as if they were someone that didn't smoke. I don't aprove of all this harrassment and what not. What drew the line in the sand was there is a 4 hour course you must take in order to get your driveing permit. You need a permit before you can get a license. This is primarly a safety course you know don't drink and drive. Recenly they added a 5th hour, now no one really cared about that or enquired what that 5th hour was for. In truth they thought it was just more safety. Well I discovered that the addtional hour has nothing to do with driveing at all, in fact the word driveing is mentioned all of twice thoughout the entire thing. That addtional hour is nothing but one massive anti smokeing ad. I dunno it pisses me off, the way to help something is not to force it. That will just make it worse. In fact the only thing this anti smokeing crap has done is make me wanna start smokeing.
Our Freind the Government
The government wants to be our freind. So they help us out in freindly little ways. Like the environment for example...why don't you and I take a little look into our governments misguided atempts at helping to save the environment. Behind out house is a park, it's a pretty little park with a small playground and a jogging track, volley ball nets and even a boat ramp that leads into the cannal. Like I said it's a nice little park. On the far end of the park there was a rather large forest, home to a large number of bugs, turtles, froggies and even some foxes. It was a very useful little forest. Well many moons ago the city government got this great idea. They said hey why don't we make it so that any time someone want's to add something to a park or the like they have to do something for the environment as well. This made everybody happy, after all it seemed like a wonderful idea. Recently I saw it put into action and well...ahem alrighty them. Our nice little park some how got the permission to build a roller hockey rink inside it. I've seen it...it's a very nice roller hockey rink all brand new very very nice. Now there is that law about doing something nice for the environment. So they did the natural thing...they bulldozed that nice litte afore mentioned forest and decided to put in a wetlands perserve. When they bulldozed the forest everything ran out and died...in our pool. It was very gross, in an act of randomness we saved two baby turtles. The rest we scooped out with the net. After what seemed like months the wetlands preserve was finnished. However it was missing a couple of things...one of them was the wet part. That stupid thing is dry more often than not. The other thing they just kinda skipped over is that no anmials live there now...except for mosquitos. YAY!!! Well no recently it rained the wet lands became filled and I saw a duck swimming in it...so I guess that's good. HOwever that duck won't be doing much swiming now, you wanna know why? Because they decided they wanted more lights around the roller hockey rink so they bulldozed a massive strip right though the preserve to lay down the cables. Now dose anyone see anything wrong with this picture...anyone at all? Still it's a nice idea on paper.
Ahem
I was just doing something I never ever do. I was re reading something that I had previously written on my rant page...it was the above rant. But I did it for a good reason, so I can write this rant. Right now there is a duck swimming in out pool. Our pool watter is so toxic that not even bacteria can live in it...that's the whole point. That duck swiming in out pool is everything you need to know about the wet lands preserve. Aww my dad just moved the duck...infront of the foxes den. Eh nature is as crule as we are...and we are mighty crule.
Fine
I remeber one time this girl that sat next to me walked into class, she had her head down and the expression on her face was one of the most downtrodden one's I had ever seen in my entire life. As she sat down in her desk she let out one of the most pitiful sighs I had ever heard in my entire life then proceeded to stare down at the desk like it was the only thing keeping her rooted to the earth. When I asked her what's wrong her responce was, "oh nothing I'm fine". Well I don't know what it was but something deep down inside me didn't beleive her. I'm not sure what it was maby it was the ragged edges of my common sence but I...I didn't beleive her. That insident has left a very distinct mark on my fragile psyche. Ever since then I have used the word fine to chase off inqueries as to my depression, and I have noticed time and time again people have done the same to me. It's funny that a word that used to mean I'm okay has been warped into something that basicly means I'm depressed but leave me alone.
A Hair Cut
You know I've seen a lot of bitching going on around the internet. People complaining about this or that and everything else. It never really bothered me before but you know what it's true...it seems like more and more people are useing the interent as a waste sponge dripping out all thier sorrows and mysery upon the screen. So that the indescriminate masses can read it. It's just enough that someone might come by and bare witness to what is written. A vain hope that some one will see these empty words. It's funny I know people read this but I don't think about them when I write, because you never know if they are going to read this paticular part or not. Well if you look at the title of this rant you may be wondering what the hell is going on...well I'm going to become part of the problem. I'm going to bitch. I just go home from a hair cut. Here is a picture of me prior to me getting my hair cut...it's the first recent picture of me in a while. Anyway that's all changed now. The actual hair cut was pleasent...we went to this place that only my dad seems to know of. It was a nice jewish barber shop owned by a man and wife. He was nice enough, he had long hair that streached all the way down the to middle of his back. I really liked his hair, I think he liked mine to it dosn't matter anymore though...background information time. Throughout the years I never paticulary cared about my hair. It was something to be quietly ignored, I never combed it and I was never ever really atentive about getting it cut on any sort of regular schedulal. It would really only got cut when one of my parents finnaly said that's it you are getting a hair cut. Recently though they have been saying that less and less...and each time I went my hair didn't get cut quiet so short. Eventualy it was starting to get quite long...people liked it that way and in truth so did I. For the first time in a long long time I was actually starting to feel comfortable with the way I looked. I could even stand the sight of myself in the mirror something I was never really able to do. Things were starting to look up for me. Then while we were out running errands my dad said to me that your mother (stepmom) arranged to have you work at her office, you need a hair cut. She works at SupraTelecom. Let me tell you a bit about Supra Telecom. Supra Telecom is located about an hour away from our house...on average we will leave at 8 and get home at 8 more often than not. They are willing to pay me 5 dollars an hour for doing random computer things. MOre often than not I am sitting around watching my boss Theo do things...because well I don't really know enough about computers to be useful. This is my last summer here with all my friends and I will be spending it inside of an office building working for people who beleive in slave labor still. They are planning on opening an office in Mexico because of the $5 a day employment pool. I know things about them that could get supratelecom shut down. I was thinking about leaking some pertinate information to the press but I have my collage education to concider...and once I'm away I'm not comeing back. I'll come down to visit freinds and what not...but I wonder if they realize this is the last they are going to see of me. Maby I'm wrong and I'll end up crawling back to them after a couple of years...but some how I doubt it. So I got a hair cut...I had such nice hair. Oh well what dose it matter anymore anyway.
Orientation
Last weekend I atended the orientation of the collage of my choise. It was nice but it left me with some things to write about which I will do now then go to bed. Because I have work tomarrow. Ahem, orientation was interesting. For the students most of the time was spent on variouse ice breaker activitys, which oddly enough worked. The ice breaker activitys was on a level of stupid that would cause most normal and decent human beings to cringe in terror. Activitys such as walking up to compleate strangers shakeing thier hands and telling them as much about yourself in one breath. Another one involed a sick twisted version of tag...the worst however was when we got a partner, gave them a new name then we had to turn around shuffle posstions, then close our eyes and find that person by calling out thier new name. Like I said before oddly enough this all worked. In fact it was a phenominal sucess. While these activites were going on I observed 4 types of people, there were the types that were really in to the activitys and followed along with them right to the rules. These people reveled in meeting new people and makeing freinds. On the opposite extream there were the people who were not what you would call people persons. Clusters of these people could be found banding together for protection against what was happening around them. These people were the most interesting to watch because while they hated meeting new people they ended up doing it anyway as they tried to escape what was going on. Then there were the people who fell inbetween the two categorys. These people realized the importance of meeting other people but they didn't want to go through with all the sillyness of the activitys. Lastly there was me the kid standing in the middle watching everyone meet each other and thinking of the dynamics involved in such group activitys. On a side note this activty also helped break up people who went to the same high skool. Someone I was talking to latter on said it also got rid of this girl that was clinging on to her because she was the only person she recognized.
Another thing that disturbed me greatly was a story this girl I met told me. We got utterly lost while looking for the area where we go pick up our collage ids. That didn't matter though because we were haveing an interesting conversation. When the topic shifted to utopias and dystopias in literature, of course A Brave New World came up. This is because A Brave New World is a very cool book and everyone should read it twice. Moveing on She was saying that it was required reading for the gifted kids in her skool. The gifted kids were apalled at what they read. They were horrifed by the amount of sex and drugs in the book and the fact that this was suppost to be a perfect society. The KIDS of the skool held book burnings in front of the library and they had a petion going to get the book banned. When she told me all of this I was shocked, I've heard of parents acting like this because...well I keep meaning to explain the reason but I keep forgeting. But to hear of kids acting in such a fasion...I also got the distinct impression that no one finnished the book which really pisses me off because alot is explained at the end. Anyway it disturbedmand it showed me that we still have a long way to go. In an era of Fight Club, and Natural Born Killers we still have a segment of the population going after A Brave New World. Well, maby collage will open up some minds, but I doubt it. All I can do is fantisis thouse people being forced to read 120 days of Sodom.
