"Helpless hysteria..." - Dream Theater, Panic Attack
What a ridiculous week. I can't remember what happened on Monday, but I am sure that it was the cause of a long string of self pleasure and cocaine abuse stress and anxiety. There was a unit test in philosophy yesterday, which went smoothly enough, as well as a new physics assignment, and although my middle finger on my right hand is now indented in from all the writing, I feel that much academic progress has been made since mid-terms. Who am I kidding, I just watched Office Space and Fight Club today, I'm clearly slacking off even more than before. Tack on a unit test in geometry tomorrow, as well as a chemistry quiz, and we've got ourselves one behemoth of a brain-raping day ahead of us. I've studied for said test ever since Monday, but it was pushed back to Thursday. Damn the assembly schedule! Remedios taught us a whole unit, both chapters, in eight days. Well, I shouldn't say taught, but if you call monologuing in front of a blackboard for five minutes per class and pulling some random homework questions out of your ass at the last minute teaching, then maybe she does teach, you be the judge.
I can't wait for this Christmas holiday. It seems that my family and I, along with a sufficient cluster of friends, will be congregating at Lester B. Pearson Airport this season to fly to God knows where, and relish in the pleasure of a cruise in the Caribbean. Since when has a boating expedition ever been dull? I expect it to be absolutely phenomenal, and the lack of need to shovel snow is also an appealing bonus. A week filled with meals that would exhilarate any gastronome, tan lines, getting wasted, and just general havoc, is surely a sign that this should be a winter holiday to remember.
It seems as if going through all those lifesaving courses has finally paid off. After two months of work, I have made myself a tidy sum of 400 dollars. Sure, it may seem as if it's not much, but working two hours a week for two months doesn't require much effort either. I love working at the pool, I pretty much throw kids into the water and teach them mundane skills, such as turning backward somersaults in water and retrieving rocks from the bottom of a 2m-deep pool. But they enjoy it, so I suppose it's an agreeable system. The kids jump around, and I get paid. Fair trade. Hopefully I'll be able to get some more shifts in the winter. Who knows? I may be able to afford something nice by the end of the year.
The Sin City extended edition is coming out on December 13th. Although it will most likely cost a kidney, I am certain that people will still buy it, and I will do my best to hunt down a copy before they are all sold out. This special edition DVD includes 20 extra minutes of footage, as well as some, or rather, an assload of other special features that I am quite looking forward to. In a world of numbers, work, rules, Jay Chou, and metal music, it's nice to see a film that throws it all away for 2+ hours of a few guys beating the shit out of each other. And what better way to do it than with a town of prostitutes, lots of firearms, swords, grenades, toilets, saws, wires, and bare hands. And let's not forget that 90% of the girls in this movie are absolutely gorgeous, led by Jessica Alba and Alexis Bledel. Any way you look at it, Sin City is violence and sex. It's not quite Requiem level, but it's up there.
I'd like to thank Dream Theater for being the best band ever (in my opinion, anyway). Anyone who hasn't listened to them, please do. Believe me, you may not like metal, but to stereotype Dream Theater into the heavy metal image would be proposterous. They're more like progressive rock, bordering on metal. Some of their stuff, indeed, is heavy enough to make you shit your pants. I'd recommend the track "Another Day" to pretty much anyone who listens to music. When you feel brave enough to try out their heavier stuff, check out the stunning "Panic Attack". Either way, Dream Theater have been with me ever since the seventh grade, and have gotten me through some dark times, mainly by blasting so loudly in my ears that I don't have to put up with assholes who try to talk bad about others to stir up some drama. Fuck that, let everything go, relax, and enjoy the ride through the best years of your life.
Well, I do have two tests tomorrow, so it is about that time for me to make my exit. Sayonara.
- Ben
I can't wait for this Christmas holiday. It seems that my family and I, along with a sufficient cluster of friends, will be congregating at Lester B. Pearson Airport this season to fly to God knows where, and relish in the pleasure of a cruise in the Caribbean. Since when has a boating expedition ever been dull? I expect it to be absolutely phenomenal, and the lack of need to shovel snow is also an appealing bonus. A week filled with meals that would exhilarate any gastronome, tan lines, getting wasted, and just general havoc, is surely a sign that this should be a winter holiday to remember.
It seems as if going through all those lifesaving courses has finally paid off. After two months of work, I have made myself a tidy sum of 400 dollars. Sure, it may seem as if it's not much, but working two hours a week for two months doesn't require much effort either. I love working at the pool, I pretty much throw kids into the water and teach them mundane skills, such as turning backward somersaults in water and retrieving rocks from the bottom of a 2m-deep pool. But they enjoy it, so I suppose it's an agreeable system. The kids jump around, and I get paid. Fair trade. Hopefully I'll be able to get some more shifts in the winter. Who knows? I may be able to afford something nice by the end of the year.
The Sin City extended edition is coming out on December 13th. Although it will most likely cost a kidney, I am certain that people will still buy it, and I will do my best to hunt down a copy before they are all sold out. This special edition DVD includes 20 extra minutes of footage, as well as some, or rather, an assload of other special features that I am quite looking forward to. In a world of numbers, work, rules, Jay Chou, and metal music, it's nice to see a film that throws it all away for 2+ hours of a few guys beating the shit out of each other. And what better way to do it than with a town of prostitutes, lots of firearms, swords, grenades, toilets, saws, wires, and bare hands. And let's not forget that 90% of the girls in this movie are absolutely gorgeous, led by Jessica Alba and Alexis Bledel. Any way you look at it, Sin City is violence and sex. It's not quite Requiem level, but it's up there.
I'd like to thank Dream Theater for being the best band ever (in my opinion, anyway). Anyone who hasn't listened to them, please do. Believe me, you may not like metal, but to stereotype Dream Theater into the heavy metal image would be proposterous. They're more like progressive rock, bordering on metal. Some of their stuff, indeed, is heavy enough to make you shit your pants. I'd recommend the track "Another Day" to pretty much anyone who listens to music. When you feel brave enough to try out their heavier stuff, check out the stunning "Panic Attack". Either way, Dream Theater have been with me ever since the seventh grade, and have gotten me through some dark times, mainly by blasting so loudly in my ears that I don't have to put up with assholes who try to talk bad about others to stir up some drama. Fuck that, let everything go, relax, and enjoy the ride through the best years of your life.
Well, I do have two tests tomorrow, so it is about that time for me to make my exit. Sayonara.
- Ben