I'm leaving RT. AGAIN.I'm sorry, i just simply don't have the time for it any more. With school and work, it's just not going to happen. however, I wouldn't delete me from your watch list just yet, I could make a comeback like i already have. Either way, this will probably be my last post for a long time. I'll be seeing you guys at some point in the future, until then, Goodbye. It's been fun.
P.S: I hope to be on at sometime near the end of the year, After school has finished. Goodbye everyone.
It's been something-or-rather that i've been doing on the holidays that prevented me from using the computer.
I don't know, I don't feel like posting a journal because my head hurts, but I know I have to.
On the work side of things, i'm thinking about leaving because i'm not getting enough hours a week, i only get six currently, which is crap. If this isn't rectified i'll be telling the boss that i'm searching for another job.
I'm spending all of tonight with my lady friend, in some type of romantic do-hicky charade, which should be good I guess, apart from that, i really can't think of what to write...
"Coffee is my hot, hot sex..."First I want to apologies for my absence, it is unfortunate that my lack of interwebz has left me high and dry on the roosterteeth world stage, but at last I have returned. Secondly I want to apologies for my next absence, which will be from tomorrow till Tuesday, so for all you non-Australian kiddies, that's a whopping three days. Can you believe it? This is due to a number of reasons, the first being that I am going to visit my brother and my grand parents and as we all know, old people can't operate the interwebz. I suppose I could go to a library, but seeing as that is the equivalent of shooting myself in the crotch with a rusty harpoon, I would rather not go there, Plus rusty harpoons in the crotch aren't the most pleasant of objects to be forced into someone's crotch. Points if you can think of five things that are pleasant, but I guess that would be a tad provocative and now i'm just rambling... however, not all is whimsical in the land of the gumdrop fairies... I've been meaning to write about life in general in a journal, I know it's sad and it's probably the last thing anyone has ever ranted about on the internet, mostly because no one on the internet has one, har-har, but also because it is a very boring topic and I doubt it will win any friends or make me loved, but fuck it, I'll just take the webcomic approach and do it anyway because it's my internetz and I can do what I want. When I say meaning, I really mean that I haven't had time, or that as I think of witty things to say, I get so smug that I metaphorically pat myself on the back and my thought train ends up 50 yards down the track on it's side with the driver standing next to it shrugging and saying "what the fuck mayte?"
So I sit down and attempt to start it with "Well you see..." Or "The problem here is..." and sometimes "Life is a lot like applesauce, but...". And as you can imagine it never ends well. And this has happened on more then one occasion, you see, I have a lot of time to think about myself during work, not think about myself naked because that would be weird, but think about life, religion, the human mind, how annoying my workmates are and how if you try really hard you can spell team with an I in it. The point is, I have time to reflect upon the world and how I affect it in ways and how it affects me.
I'm not trying to be noble of a scholar-type man child, I'm just trying to say that if you sit down and think about things for long enough, you can convince yourself about anything. And I mean Anything. I've given it some serious thought, the world that is. And I've realised that as a person i'm not important and that yes i'm replaceable. A saying pop's into my head when I think about this, "Just because you're useful, doesn't mean your important." And as bleak as that is, it is particularly true. And as I think about this, about how i'm a nobody to some people, I realise that every person you see is no more important then the rest. It doesn't make you important if you're the president of the united states or just a man working for a corporation that fuels the economy, you're equally important then the next person. And people don't get this.
I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume that you've met a complete stranger on the sidewalk, or in a shopping complex, I say complex because yanks don't understand what a shopping center is and I hate saying mall, because mall is a bullshit term. The point is, you've probably just judged that person by colour or religion, or belief or something, hell even the clothes they were wearing probably made you think something of them. But when you met this person did you think that they were important, smart, stupid, right or wrong?
I've attempted to argue this point before but what makes you so much more important then someone else? Is it money? Education? Religion? Power?
Just because you have those things, doesn't make you important. I know I either sound like a broken record or one of the religious knobs you see on the tv at like 4:00am in the morning that can produce miracles, but of course you never see the fucking miracles but the people in the crowd just lap it up like morons, anyways...
While i'm just a simple boy at the ripe age of 17, I think this is a fundamental understand for people, in the way that there is no write and wrong, no good or evil, no heaven or hell, People just think that way because that's what the live by and that's what they convince themselves is correct. Because as soon as you start thinking you're right then you start to stop accepting every other ideology that everyone else has.
Look at Hitler for example, people call him a monster, someone who WAS evil. But he was only doing what he believed was right. Just like Bush, he believed that protecting his country was the right thing to do, so he did it. I don't know whether I am right or wrong about this, but I think that when people start picking sides, it's not because the side they are on is better, it's because they believe that the side they are on is the correct side to be on.
And that is really what is wrong with the world.
On slightly different and hypocritical note, children can go suck a stump because I hate them with a passion. Now you may be thinking that such a hateful thing to say is unjustified, but I assure you it is completely justified.
Let me ask you a question, have you ever had to stand in a room with more then 4 excited 7 year olds? If so you know it can get a bit noisy, now can you imagine standing in a room the size of a small shed with 25 of the little bastards?
I swear to god I was going to be shanked with a crayon. At work we had to cater for a party, yes, a birthday party. I'm sure you can imagine how bad it was. Apparently RT has a character limit to journals so i'll rant more when I get back or i feel up to it.
Checking the barely reasonable amount of journals he missed, Jon.
Depressed.I know it's lame to say i'm depressed on the internet, I know that no one honestly cares anyway, but yeah, I am.
My life has turned to shit and it seems like everything that can go wrong does and the things that don't go wrong are so rare that I swear i'm dreaming when it happens. After this year is up, I'm getting kicked out of my parents house, I won't be able to get the job I want because my Op won't be good enough and I have to move away from Sam.
Fuck life, just fuck it, I'm so sick of everything just going wrong, for once in my life I want something to go right. Sigh.