213-DU WERDEST EINE KRANKENSCHWESTER BRAUCHEN

I Doubt It, I Dwove

What an excallent night, started off with us all getting a basically random type of alcohol, some different pops, and then mixing and matching until a nice buzz was had by all. Then went to the casino, where I was actually up $30, so that was all good. If only a certain beautiful female was there to spend it on, and by some drinks for... but alas I guess instead of her, I'll have to get pizza and garlic fingers.

Drinking every time you die in Halo is rough.

I almost feel like ranting, but I'm actually in a good mood for tonight, so I guess it'll go without. I need to be angry when I rant, or in my case I need to be in my usual mood.

But at least we invented a drink called "The Inside of Curtis' Lunchbox" man was that a bad idea that nearly killed me.

Whoever missed tonight missed out, and you know who you are, and I know who you are. So really, damn, you suck.

Gayly Retardaqueer

Guess what I bought? I'll give you a hint, it's Jesus Christ:Vampire Hunter

Recently there have been more fruit flies then there should be in my room. It did make me wonder why, but I was never really too concerned. But I accidently found out why today, it turned out I had left what I think was an apple core in my lunch box, and I haven't used that box since before I moved into my current place.

Oh No, Bette Midler!

Well, the Sox pulled it off, I can't believe it.

I had the worst piece of pizza that I can ever remember having today. It puts that whole "Sex is like pizza, even when it's bad, it's good" theory to rest. I tell you, if I ever have sex that's as bad as that pizza I'll just have to kill myself. That'll be it, there'll be no point in living. Seriously, it's making me physically ill to think about it even now, almost 12 hours later. The thought of eating any pizza at all is revolting. If this doesn't pass then I may just have to end it all anyway, because I don't think I can live in a world where I can't eat pizza.

On another note, I realize that a good or happy day for me is when I only want specific people to die, as opposed to everybody.

Ironically, my other shoulder blade also hurts now, and all the other pains I had, I made worse. I think I need to stop injuring myself, and start injuring more Cleary, and whoever else gets in my way. Or even stands off to the side, not really bothering anybody.

What The Hell Is Kwanza?

My blog has said I'm on my 102 and second post for about 5 posts now. I guess the others didn't count for some reason? Maybe it felt I can do better? Maybe I wasn't drunk enough? In any case I sick of this stupid thing judging me, death to the blog, death and kittens.

So I have a class, History of Science, where going to it is about as productive as not going to it. Seriously, I never have any idea what the hell the teacher is talking about, where he's going with it, or whther it's important to remember. Today I managed to get 2 things out of the lecture, which I can sumerise in two sentences.

1) We owe the survival of many great, ancient works such as Homer, Plato ect to the Islam community. (Which I knew)

2)The Islam cummunity went through a period where science was very prevalent, before that that died down. (Which I did not know)

That's it, a freaking hour and a half for that. Even at the end of the lecture, there were about five points that he seemed like he was wrapping up, before proceeding to ramble on, and actually go over time.

Now, I'm not the sharpest spoon in the drawer, but I can usually understand what teachers are talking about, in history at least. So either this guy is talking way above my mediocre level of intelligence, or he has no cohesive structure to his lectures.

The worst part is probably that I only took the course because I needed a 3000 level history, all my first choices were taken, and that was at a good time. I had very little interest in the subject.



In any case, I think my shoulder blade (proper name the Scapula, I at least know something) hurts. Never had that happen before. Actually I hurt in lots of places, I think I would need the mother of all massages to even make a dent in it. None of the sissy hand rubbing crap, I need a small asian girl to stand on my back.

Well Thank God For That.

I hope you've all said anything you needed to say to me, because I think I'm going to die tomorrow. After 5 hours of martial arts training, I meant to come home and do some homework. Instead I went and did more training, which involved getting pressure point on my calf hit until the point when even standing is painful, and now I'm going to play Hockey which will end close to 12 PM, and then I have to work tomorrow at 7 AM, and then I have class, and then I still have the friggin homework to do! And then more martial arts! Agugbuggaschoo

Man whatever happened to the days when I sat and did nothing all the time. And drank, can't forget that. Glorious days.

Well, it could be worse I guess. At least I can take solice in the fact that nobody will be able to beat me up as well as I can. And that the story of the Spear in the Sack has hit a new province. That alone makes it all good.

Though The Package Is Empty, The Message Is Clear. Play Santa Again, And I'll Kill You Next Year.

So I found out another fun addition to my pointless night of drinking. When I went to go to bed last night I noticed some dark goop on the floor beside my bed. Turns out I must have thrown up, into my raditor of all things. And discovering this at 2:00 AM, when I had to be up for 6:00 AM, and after it had sat there all day didn't exactly help things.

Well at least I got to buy Futurama season 3 today, and then proceeded to watch it for 6 hours or so. Glarg.

No, You're Thinking Of The Star Wars Trek

Well needless to say I was quite drunk last night, which is in and of itself not that abnormal. However what was strange was that I drank alone, for no reason whatsoever. None! in fact, my midterm today was a good reason to not drink, yet I did anyway. I just wanted to have a beer or two because I wasn't really tired but wanted to go to bed and get up early. So I was going to have a few, watch an episode of Futurama, and go to bed. Instead I drank 6, watched 4 episodes, then got the unfortunate urge to blog, and drink more while I was blogging! I drank a pint of Vodka straight, I didn't even think I could do that anymore! And then my first blog got erased, and it was the better one because I was still somewhat aware at that point. It was about how much the movie Day After Tomorrow sucks, and done from the dubious perspective of somebody who's never seen it.

So then instead of going to bed, I stayed up and wrote more, and some of what I said makes no sense whatsoever even to me. And today I feel weak as a kitten, and my arms hurt! What the hell is up with that?

God, I need to not do that again. It was just generally bad all around, though at least it makes a somewhat amusing story I guess. Maybe even the basis for a T.V movie, where I can be played by Tom Cruise, or at least Tom Selleck.

Ug, I need a girlfriend at times like this, just somebody to baby me when I feel so useless. Or a kitten, that would be good too.

FUCK

So here I am, having written an entire blog about stuff. And then having had it erased for no reason that I know of.

So just assume some things.

1) Disaster movies are stupid, ALA The Core, and The Day After Tomorrow. I can argue stupid points in either, don't doubt me please.

2) That's the main point I got away with before It got erased for a random reason. It was a good blog, I think. But the main thing is the points of it.

Kathryn, give me the order and I'll kill. Seriouusly, I have that skill in abundance, and really if I have it I might as well use it. And I have it, just tell me. Do it, just do it, if there is something I find completely unacceptable to me it's problems with girls I know. People who try and pray on those then think weaker then themselves are the lowest of the low. Lower then me, or even lower then CLEARY.

Seriously, I can physically destroy people such as this. Please ask me for help if you need it, becasue I won't care if I have to skip 1 class, or 10 million, though if I Had to skip class, awesome. I hate class. But I wuv you, yet your idea of Wuv confususes and Inruriates me!

In any case, do what you need to, and I will support you, with a Vengence! Like the kind of thing mostly thought about in fictional situations, I'll swear your position under highest court kind of oath! And will do so with a smile on my face, a cigar in my mouth and and "Word Life" kind of attitiude

Amy, post more then phone numbers, I love your posts. I'm sure you can do better then quotes and phone #'s , what with your overwhelming intelligence. Do it!, just do it!!!!

Kaitlin, you're hot, among other things, I guess.
You know I've always thought you were quite hot ever since I've known you, you've just been a rose in bloom the whole time. And thus you can never get worse looking. Justy more aged and better, like a fine wine really.

Oh Mellisa, I hope Mike dies in the a terrible horrible way. Hopefully in some sort of way that inflicts terrible pain upon him. And for Graeme's sake too, he's a good guy and deserves that too. So may many terrible things happen too him. Because you're so so awesome. And deserving of many more great things then you are given. So make them happen. And if not, then make me make it happen!

Kelly, I don't know whgt else to say about you really. I'm sure you've long forgotten you were my first love, but you really were. So despite the weirdness of it(ie Brother/sisterness...ewww)
of it all I hope some awesome things to happen to you. And if they don't, I will punish people. Something I sometimes wonder is if you consider me a boy friend of your past, but that's s something for a different time.

Suzanne would I suppose you would be next. Well in any case, the most importantthing is that you're adopted and I don't like you.

Well that would make Ben's blog's, close to the lasts, well that happenes. I hate studying, which is great.

And last is Andy, for this drama. So the the importantent thing is that he moves on fairly well,






Well anway, stuff sucks, people suck. They are worse then me. Ewwwwwwww

Do your best. I'll fight what stops you.

Curtis: Still Marginally Better Then A Hard Kick In The Face

The world would be a much better place if I had a lisence to beat the stupid out of people. I mean seriously, I wouldn't even abuse it. I swear. Just use it on people who were worse then Cleary, which wasn't something I thought possible. I mean sometimes I would tell somebody they were worse then Cleary just to insult them, but I didn't think I'd find so many people that it actually applies to.

Anyway I'd just pull out the beating thing on special occasions for that person who really needed some negitive reinforcement to set them straight. Like today for instance. Fuck a lot of terrible things seem to happen to girls I know. This is why I need to become a ninja. Maybe even a cybornetic zombie ninja. With a lazer attached to his head, you gotta have the lazer attached to your head. I would even have blue hair....for some reason.

Kathryn came up with a great idea for a holloween costume. A stud muffin Santa. Just with red pants, a tank top and the hat, and with candy canes to put down girls cleveage. It is a great idea, as you would probably have hot drunk girls sitting in your lap all night, and you could tell them they were on your "Naughty List". It is a great idea, but somehow I don't think I could pull it off without more drinks in me then I care to think about. Instead I'll probably just sit in the dark and cry that night, just like a emo person.

That reminds me, man I hate emo. I mean emotional? Most, if not all humans, and many animals have emotions, it's not really anything special to start a movement around. And having websites devoted to telling you how to not look like an emo poser? The whole thing is gayly retardaqueer.

But where was I? Oh yeah, I'm going to start my own amusement park, with blackjack, and hookers. In fact, forget the blackjack.

I forget if I said this before, but at work now we have carts where the wheel locks up when they're taken past a certain point. And now I watch with amusment as these stupid lazy people furrow their brow in frustration as they try to figure out what happened, instead of just reading the sign that's attached to every single cart telling them what happens if you try to take them. And some people try and fight it, futily dragging the carts a few meters or so before eventually giving up. Some people have apparently actually lifted up the carts to take them, which is a great idea until you realize that the carts are actually kind of heavy, meaning now you not only have to carry the weight of your groceries, but the extra weight of the cart on top of that. Is it too much to ask to carry your stuff? I do it all the time, I just bring a book bag to help. And if I can walk a friggin hour to work and another back then I'm sure most people can manage to walk to their house with a few food items.

But at least I can watch them struggle now. And I even get to wear a cool thing around my neck to unlock them. But the thing probably weighs a pound, is huge, and swings all over the place. And the first day I got it my neck was killing me already. Because nobody rubbed it for me, like a politely asked some people to do, and they agreed to do, and then never did. Because they hate me.

So I might actually try and write some papers ahead of time. I mean with all my class skippage, I should probably at least try and do something well. I'm pretty sure I could write a good paper given enough time, but I really do need a proofreader as my grammer you could kindly call terrible, if only I knew some smart arts students.... oh well I guess I can pay somebody to do it.

You know who's hot? Kaitlin....apparently.

What Killed The DinoSaurs?

MEEEEE

Spent $80 dollars last night, good thing it wasn't all on me or I'd probably be dead. Well, maybe it was a good thing.

So tonight was Shaun Goodhew's bachelor party, well bachelor bar hopping. Fuck, I can't believe somebody I know, who is younger then me is getting married. I can't imagine finding a girl who could tolerate me for 5 consecutive minutes, let alone a lifetime. I need a drink.

I might be able to write a paper about Geekbeer, that's pretty cool.

On my way home, somebody tried to pee on me and I dintinctly heard the words "We've got to go, he's got a tire iron.

Fashizzle

You know, sometimes people ask me why I don't jusy tell girls how I feel about them. Tell them I'm attracted to them instead of just not doing anything about it.

Well, I'll explain. Ladies, close your eyes for me. And imagine this, I am confessing a great and undying love for you.

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..

...


Yeah that's what I thought.

So if the girls who know me better then most wouldn't want me, then really I can't expect others to.

Well, at least I have the Curtosh. And if you don't know what that is consider yourself lucky, or maybe unlucky. In either case consider yourself something that exists in a real sort of way.

Pizza is great.

Homer Simpson, Smiling Politely

Woke up today feeling like a drill went through my head, And since I had to wake up at 6 that wasn't fun. Took some IB Profin, helped about as much as a kick it the face.

At work we got some new carts that lock the wheels if you try to take them past a certain point, to discourage people from taking them. I had a device that could unlock the wheels, but while I was on my break somebody came along and said they needed to test the thing out some more. Then nobody saw him again for an hour. It was legit, but man it would have been funny if a piece of anti theft technology was stolen on the first day it was used. I was rather disappointed it wasn't.

Breaking The Habit

Well, tomorrow I work at 7 Am, and it is now 1:30 AM and I am very drunk. So most likely it will be a rough morning. Oh well, I'm tough. On the plus side I may have found out some very good news for somebody.

I'm reminded tonight of how protective I can be. I am basically very good at one thing, and that is hurting people. I've always been a natural, and now with training I've become somebody best not fucked with. So when somebody, particulary a girl I know, has something bad happen to her. I want blood, and not just from somebody, I want to inflict it. Too many bad things happen to good people I know, and it makes me want to take vengence. I just need to get over these morals of mine. Damn things, always holding me back.

You know, Love truly is an odd thing. I just got thinking about it really. On a few occasions I've thought I felt it, and I don't mean love for friends, pet, family, or a fine cuban cigar, but that other kind of love so often written about in poems, plays and television. Yet on retrospect I never really know if that was the real thing, or just something else. My reason for thinking of this, is that there is a girl I may love, who I've mentioned before here I believe. But I never know for sure if that's the real thing, or just something else. Lust perhaps? I wonder how you tell the difference? Something that always bothers me.

She'll probably never return what I feel, which is why I would never tell her. But is there anything worth telling her? I never know for sure. Well at least if she gets that boyfriend I can stop thinking about it, it's probably better for me really. I'm rambling, but it is my blog, so I'M ALLOWED. Hopefully she'll be happy with whatever happens to her.

Ben, Josh and Murph left us at the Grawood, to go with girls. But they didn't tell me. I mean, I can't blame them, but on the other hand, fuck those guys. They had a huge group of girls and then left without telling us, or inviting me? Damn them all to hell, robot hell even. Where everything is hotter just so the robots can feel it.

Well, hopefully ditching me at least got a pickup for them.

Blog fonts and sizes continue to infuriate me, they just never turn out as they are supposed to me. Mr. Blogger has earned a sever Ninjaing that's for sure. And if doesn't exist, then somebody pays, with a vengeful murderisitude that will not be overwhelmed.

Zang! Who is that, running through the icy wasteland! It is Crippler, hands clutching a bladed baseball bat! He howls thunderously:

"Blood and souls for my dark lord! I pillage faster than the super-flu


Sure, why not? Man am I ever glad we're not going out Thursday now, because I actually work 7 AM Friday, I could have managed, but man would it suck.

My back has hurt for days now. I'll give somebody $4000 for a massage. $5000 for a "Massage"

I Need To Know If It's Me You Love, Or The Worms Inside Of Me.

You know, it occurs to me that one way I often convince people to go out, or just do things in general, is to tell them that somebody else they like is going to be there too. Well isn't that just a kick in the junk. Seeing me isn't good enough? What I am I, Cleary or something? You bastards, I hate all of you.

But my student loan is in, so at least I can buy new friends. For a little while.

I Wish I Had Sexlexia

Tomorrow I have a midterm for a class I've only been to twice and don't have the reader for. Being me is not for the faint of heart.

On the plus side I killed Tiger Woods today. He went down easier then Suzanne after a few drinks.

Fuck I hate Farady. If I ever meet him he dies.

Our neighbors had a party last night, it was interesting. Jon desided to leave after some girls started doing coke in the room we were in. Personally I was fine with it, coked up girls might mistake me for good looking. I did actually go back and had a fair bit of fun, getting home just in time too catch the end of Dodgeball. Man Lance Armstrong could motivate anybody, compared to him I'm a whining little sissy.

But I disgress, and go to sleep. Gotten Niche, maybe. Though considering my solid D in German and all that, neither of those are probably real words.

You Ate My Cheetos Didn't you?!

Well damn, I bunted out when I should have swung for the fences. If only I could see these things ahead of time. But alas those vixens will forever be more complex then any formula I could try and understand.

You know, before I start bringing girls back to my room, I should probably get a real bed. That's above the floor, and has "Real" lower back support. I might need it for them in the near future. And by near future I mean the "eventual, maybe, possibly, if a Star Trekesque alternate reality happens" future.

Saluzzo's have new people who cook smaller, worse tasting pizza's. This is completely outraging, in anger.

Girls at work always have boyfriends, the only exception seems to be a very beautiful girl who seems about as dumb as a bag of hammers. She actually likened herself to Jessica Simpson. But she's just so hot and nice it makes me forget that, until she says something like "I thought seeing eye dogs were blind"....?????????????????? What? And there's more stuff but I won't bore you with it, just it's a coincides with that general theme.

Still, if she ended up in my bed I wouldn't kick her out.


Irronically, when I started my blog last night I wasn't in a bad mood. Just thinking about my bank got me pissed off and whenever something else happened to occur to me it just compounded the rage. Though last night I did at least get to meet the girl who can chug more beer then any other. More then most guys even.

In any case, I have to try and get up tomorrow by 10:30. It's 5:30 right now


Well on the plus side, I continue to live in order to piss off the majority of people. Well that's a plus to me at least. Eat it

Curtis

I'm Going To Kill That Fucking Baby

Well fuck is my hatred ever growing. I mean this is approaching a catastrophic level at this point. Literally every single time I got work in a good mood things happen to quickly thrust me into a pit of rage. EVERY FRIGGIN TIME!!!

My bank, PC financial has managed to bone me three times this week. Which will result in a bounced check to Josh, with a fee, which will likely result in a bounced rent check who's fee I will also have to pay since it would be my fault.

1) I tried to apply for an over draft on my account, just so that the check wouldn't bounce and everything would be fine. But of course they said no. Because I have no credit rating. I mean imagine this hypothetical conversation.

Idiot Fuckwad" Well Mr Jennex, we'd like to give you an overdraft, but we see here you have no credit rating"

Me " Well, I've never needed to borrow money before, isn't that a good thing?"

Idiot Braindeadbitchassfuckingstupidpieceoshit" Well no, that's actually terrible, and now I'm going to go eat some kittens, and you can't stop me!"

Me"What, no! Don't do that

Idiot Whoshoulddieandbeaverycheapfuneral"Bwhahahahhahaha"


Anyway you get the idea

2)I have a 5 day waiting period for deposited money. Which I tried to remove, because it's my fucking money, I should be allowed to have it. But OH NO, of course not because you see, you have to make one money deposit a month for six months in order to change it. Well okay, but I deposit money at least 4 times a month VIA pay checks.

THEY DON'T FRIGGIN COUNT!

Where the hell else do I get money from? My magical bag of money? NO, I GET IT FROM WORK!!!

So to their small simple minds I should get my paycheck, take it out, and then put it back in. Yeah, that makes since

3)So knowing I have this 5 day period, I deposited some money on Sunday, thinking "Okay if it's a 5 business day period, I'll get it by Friday. Since If I diposit something on Monday I get it by next Monday.

Well no, I get mine on Monday, which is EIGHT GODDAMN DAYS!!!

So Because of all this a check is going to bounce and then I'm going to have to try and problem solve my way out of it. Which fortunatly I'm good at.



And some other ways they've boned me

5 day period, so a check can clear. Well it also applies to cash


??????????????????????????????

Alrightm checks need to be cleared, but cash? What you need to verify it's not counterfeit? It's no creased too many times? WHAT?!?!


I tried to pay my tuition, but I can only take out $1000 dollars a day.

IT'S MY GODDAMN MONEY, LET ME USE IT YOU FACIST BASARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!


It's affiliated with CIBC, which means I can use their machines as well for stuff. But not their actual banks. Which got another check of mine to bounce because I couldn't just avoid the 5 day waiting period.

So what are they worried about? PC people might be holding up their lines? SINCE WHEN DO BANKS CARE ABOUT HOLDING UP CUSTOMERS!!!!!!!!!!!! Never that's when.


God damn everything makes me hate. On and on top of that a girl I would give up my right arm to be more then friends with, is probably getting a boyfriend soon. Great, just friggin great. I don't know why the hell I ever try to do much of anything cause it inevitably just comes back to destroy me in every way possible.

The only thing that keeps me going is that I know I'm smarter then the majority of these assclowns. Seriously, my IQ is like 130 and only 5% of people have that or higher. That combined with my Ninjaness means I'm going to be ruling this friggin rock someday, and then THEY WILL ALL BE MADE TO PAY.

AND MY COMPUTER STILL WILL NOT STOP DISPLAYING POPUPS EVER FUCKING MINUTE

Fuckbitchasscuntholewhoredamnchristfuckingbitchassmotherfuckingdickeatingassfuckingfuckstickingmotherwhoringgoddamnwasteofairasspieceofshitshizahfuckingratbastards.









P.S Due to various factors, I've managed to become more enraged since posting that originally, about 20 minutes ago. And I haven't left my room...

Bring Out Your Dead

Off topic: Melissa, I work this weekend but nobody else does, just call.





You know what I hate? Knowing the end to the movie Hero and never having seen it. Fuck message boards.

I also hate when I want to go out and do something, and there is nothing available to do. Tonight for example when I got convinced to do something and nothing happened, so I drank alone. Not that drinking is bad, but when you want to go somewhere and drink and it just won't happen that kind of sucks.

You know what else I hate? Pretty much everything. I could write a lengthy list of it but it might violate copyright infringements. But I know I could think of a extensive list of things if I really tried. Actually I think it would be easier to think of things that I don't hate, if you're among that list consider yourself elite.

Why the hell didn't Wolverine and Collossus kill every friggin person in that place. It wouldn't even have been a challenge. Hugh Jackman is an idiot.

And what's the deal with 2% Milk?

I fucking hate Chuck Norris.

I also hate not talking to Andy, and his blog is so unspecific.

Oh well, hate makes the world go round. So I'm pretty much rotating the world now.