How I get through work without actually getting violent...

Joy! I can finally go home and vent my anger with my job without actual violence! I only have to lift one finger and the flash animation does the rest! Whoopie!!!

Whack Your Boss!

(Can you find all seventeen? The last one is the most obvious, naturally. hehehe)

Wake up call....

Yesterday in my government class I caught myself nodding off. Don’t get me wrong, the teacher is pretty entertaining and has a cool style I can learn from. The problem I have is my sleep schedule being totally out of whack from my vacation last week. It always happens but this is the first time it has happened when I was in school and it worried me. After class I wait for my ride and think that I should go home and get some sleep. I’m not in the car two seconds and catch this smell that is just awful. Not sure what it was but didn’t care until we were sitting idle in the turn lane and noticed smoke coming from the edge of the hood. Picking up something to eat was out and getting home in one piece was the priority. We get home just in time to see the coolant light come on. That was a close one.

I get in and start my first blog on here. I decided on “Omega” by Cory Taylor of Slipknot and Stonesour fame because of the feelings I share with this poem. Just hearing it is badass because of the performance art-like style it invokes. Whenever I hear or read it I get this feeling of anger and depression. I use to think about it all the time at my previous job and I’m just now starting to think of it at my current paycheck provider. The line that gets me the most is, “Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?” Each time I say it, read it, or hear it a nerve is struck and I rethink my life and what I want to do with it. I want to make video games, or be involved in some form of creative process. That’s what I’ve always wanted…To serve a purpose….

So I spent most of the day on WoW and I go to sleep at 9 PM. I wake up around 6 AM in sheer panic. It’s dark and I’m disoriented from the whole ordeal. My phone is going crazy from text messages, about six in total, and I check them all and respond the best I can. They just keep coming even now as I type this. My day will consist of helping a friend install a new PC, going to class, then heading to my friend Izzy’s house for R & R. A full package of a day considering I have morning classes tomorrow AND reset my sleep schedule for work tomorrow night. All in a day’s work….

So, he fancies himself a poet!

"Omega" by Cory Taylor-Slip Knot; Stone Sour

[All Spoken, Except When Noted Otherwise] What a skeletal wreck of a man this is

Translucent flesh and feeble bones

The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones

Running rampant with free thought to free form the free and clear

And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a Laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, NOW

We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems ripped from the branches of office do you know what your post entails? Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?

Wind down inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned

For the rest of us there is always Sunday

The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book

To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers

A vacation is a countdown T minus your life and counting

Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste

WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR? (*background*WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?) SHUT UP!

I could go on and on but let's move on shall we?

Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs haven't felt like this in years the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse

Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again

That's where you go when theres no one else around it's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?

Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger

CLASSIFIED MY ASS THAT'S A FUCKING SECRET AND YOU KNOW IT!

Government is another way to say better, than, you!

It's like ice but no pick a murder charge that won't stick its like a whole other world where you can smell the food But you can't touch the silverware *laughs* What luck!

Fascism you can vote for *snorts* Isn't that sweet

And were all gonna die someday 'cause that's the American way and I've drunk too much and said too little when you're gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer save face get yourself together and (*sung in the background* SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING!) SHUT UP! (*background* FUCK YOU!) FUCK YOU!

I'm sorry I could go on and on but its time to move on so

Remember, you’re a wreck an accident

Forget the freak your just nature

Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean Shit, snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because in the end everything we do, is just everything we've done.