Communications Breakdown

While words can be hurtful, a lack of words can be just as bad or even worse, sometimes. Such is the case of my family, who never seems to say anything about what they feel. It’s kept bottled up inside, waiting to explode for who knows what occasion. I’m not saying I’m exempt from this, since I am my parents son and they’ve passed on their ways quite well, I suppose. Still, though, I crave communication. Maybe if people said what’s wrong, they’d actually FEEL better.

Augh.

That’s all I have the patience to write for now, since I’m currently frustrated with my situation.

Hopefully your morning has been better than mine.

Cheers,

-Louis

You worry too much.

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Visit this site. Be amazed, be enthralled, be grossed out, it’s your choice to make. If you don’t feel like browsing the site, well I’ll give you a summary. Someone who called themselves ‘worried’ brought up the “problem” of internet blogs, myspaces, and vampire freaks pages and has called them dangerous and disturbing. They have said that it has contributed to alcohol and drug abuse and maybe even a murder or beating. No one stood up (Except for one person, who actually presented a very good argument that the adults almost completely ignored) for the kids and what they’re doing. They also laid blame in entirely the wrong spot. Allow me to explain:

It is not the internet’s fault for your kids’ alcohol and drug abuse. Do you remember the sixties? No? Well, to be honest, me neither (me being sixteen.) From more honest sources, though, it sounds like kids were doing pretty much the same thing as they are doing now. Smoking up, listening to “hard” music to spite their parents, and generally making a slew of crazy mistakes. You know what, though? Such is life. When you’re young, you’re crazy and cool, and the LAST thing you want is to be like your parents. Then you grow out of it at some point, but by that time you don’t care.

“Don’t let school get in the way of your education,” said the famous author, Mark Twain. The reason being is that life is a learning experience. You don’t have to be perfect, you just have to learn.

Let the kids live their lives, please. Being a teenager is difficult enough without some stranger trying to interfere (if that’s the right word for making remarks behind a computer screen) with the social standing of some individuals.

The last thing I’d like to say is that the original ‘worried’ is laying blame and concern in exactly the wrong spot. It is not his or her place to voice concerns about other people’s kids. That’s the parents’ job. A note to parents: Kids are confused. Perhaps instead of hanging about on the internet, trying to audit their kids’ online activities you could tell your kids that they’ve done something well, or something. It might be appreciated.

I don’t know if I’ve got my point across or not, but hopefully I’ve given you something to think about.

Cheers,

-Louis

3 cheers for getting into CEGEP

After much frustration, cursing, and hurling books at fragile objects, I finally finished registering for Vanier. The silly automated phone system was really quite a nuisance. It was perpetually busy because everyone was trying to register at the same time. The same could be said about the help line. What finally ended up happening was this: I had to register for ONE more course, because the music department decided I didn’t need one of the courses it was offering (and didn’t tell me,)  so I was desperately trying to find one that fit in with my schedule. I finally found a humanities course that sounded mildly interesting, so I called. Busy. I tried calling again. Busy. Busy. Busy. I attempted to gain access to the line for two solid hours untill the end of my call time (I couldn’t call past two O clock.) So I finally registered at one minute past my call time, in a flurry of touch-tone numbers. Exciting, huh?

Other than the eye-watering, blazing success of my registration, the only other cool thing that happened was the party I had (or get-together, whatever you want to call it, it’s the same to me.) Quite fun, really. I’d like to have another one soon.

I am counting down the days until I start CEGEP. I am very excited about it. It’s sort of like “Guitar? For marks? NO WAY!” for me. I’m also very much looking forwards to meeting new people and very likely starting a new band.

Writing this makes me feel self obsessive. I don’t know why.

Cheers!

-Louis

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Don’t you just hate those automated voice systems? They piss ME off. My college has one to register with. Half the time, you can’t get through because there must be only like 7 lines. What is this? I’ve tried calling like 85 times in the last 40 minutes. Why do people have to take so long when they’re listening to the guy talk in a robot voice? Do they like it? I just called now. It’s still busy. This does not bode well.

Well, I’m too frustrated to write much more.

Cheers

-Louis

Everyone’s sending a message

…But no one’s listening. Every individual on this planet has something to say to someone else. Whether the message is “I’m Lonely,” or “The world needs more peace,” the fact is that there’s not enough people listening. When you turn on the television, you see nothing but advertisements trying to get inside your wallet.

Without a segue, what I’m trying to say is that there’s too much self importance in the world. People say “ME. Listen to ME” instead of listening. It’s because there’s too much broadcasting that the message is lost. Maybe. Perhaps I’m just another disillusioned teenager writing about things that he doesn’t understand. If I happen to be right, though, I wouldn’t be immune to the behavior. I broadcast all the time. Listening though, is a favourite activity. If you need someone to listen, I’m your man.

I think that ever since they’ve been focusing on improving the way things are transmitted, the art that’s being transmitted has been lost. In the effort to make movies HD compatible, they’ve been less artful. While trying to get a ‘live’ sound from music, it’s becoming more and more commercial and less diverse.

Commercials. The bane of cultured society. Every time one sees a commercial, they die a little inside. Maybe. I do, at any rate.

I can’t think of much positive to say.

At least it’s possible to take refuge outside. No one’s made trees or nature commercial yet. Take advantage of the one free ride.

I’m not very coherent today, sorry.

Cheers!

-Louis

The Moose’s Excuses

This, contrary to the statement of the title, has absolutely nothing to do with moose. The title was an elaborate ploy to try and gather some poor sap’s attention and keep it here for a little bit. Which is not to say that some people won’t come here willingly to see what sort of things I’ve contrived over the past few days, but really, I thought the title sounded good, too.

Now to the point.

Yesterday I watched an excellent movie called Zeitgeist. It was a documentary about the government, religion, and terror. Now I already got some crap from this Christian person, who, before I tried to explain the similarities in some religions, he said “You’re talking to a Christian here, so,” In a tone that suggested I should stop talking. Despite that, I dredged on. I skipped the religion part though. With some people, it’s like you can’t talk about anything related or about religion without getting them offended. Oh well. Anyways, the movie is quite frightening because everything it says is more than plausible. It’s mostly stuff you don’t really want to believe, but it’s saying things that make more sense than income tax.

Oh yeah, here’s a news bulletin. This just in. Breaking straight from the scene: I am tired of working, but it’s MY LAST WEEK! So it’s not all bad.

Smoke Meat Pete’s this friday night! Be there or be a boring four sided shape!

Cheers!

-Louis

12:44

Well here it is, quarter to one in the morning, and I’m not sleeping. You might ask, given that you’re of the curious type, why I would be awake at such an obtuse hour. The answer is, that I can’t sleep. The 26th letter of the alphabet is not about to appear over my head, and all the sheep seem to have left their pastures to find better ventures (Now I can’t count them, you see.) So instead of wasting my precious time tossing and turning under the increasingly uncomfortable covers of my bed, I decided to do something slightly more productive, which is this.

Lately I’ve been working so much I haven’t had time for anything else. That’s alright, though, I suppose, since I’m just waiting for some friends to get back anyways. One of them is in Italy and she sends me emails frequently. Apparently things are pretty nice over there. Sometimes. I won’t lie about this: I miss her and I want to see her again. That’s the truth. Peachy, eh?
I haven’t heard anything from my other friends who are away. I assume everything is going swimmingly, even though I have no way of telling. They do say, though, whoever ‘they’ are, that “No news is Good news.”

I don’t think I agree with that saying. There might be a lack of news in any circumstance that means Bad News. Maybe someone will be unable to send a letter because they ended up stuck behind a refrigerator or they’ve accidentally stepped into an alternate universe where there seems to be a general lack of postage stamps. So why is it assumed, then, that “No news is Good News?” … I just answered my own question in my head: Because it’s an expression. Expressions don’t often express good notions or values.

Random fact: Collar-bones are weird. They ‘jut’ out and look odd if you single them out. I discovered this today looking in the mirror. Not that I was incredibly bored or anything, I just happened to notice it because I was in a heightened state of perception (maybe.)

Quote: “I would have liked my first words to have been ‘Quote’ and my last words to be ‘End Quote’ so that I could have the longest quote in the world.”

Pardon me for the seemingly unorthodox fashion the train of coherence this post has taken. It was, though, quite entertaining to write. I hope it is equally, if not more entertaining to read.

Cheers,

-Louis

Impending doom

As I write this, I’m about ten minutes away from going to work. Hence the title, Impending Doom. I guess I don’t really want to complain, since I’m getting paid for the mind numbing boredom of the Toy Section of that big blue corporation. To tell you the truth, I’d feel much more at ease working inside a music store, away from the grips of middle class bourgeoisie that visits the store I work in so much. What can I say, though? It’s a job. It’s also my FIRST job. I’ve heard some mythical discussion that all first jobs are supposed to suck. Maybe it’s true. It certainly proved to be accurate in my case.

Well, Anyways, I must be off, to the boring stretches of time that fill up one third of my day. Wish me good luck and happy thoughts.

Cheers!

-Louis

What’s it called?

I’m having a memory blank. I’m searching for the word you use when you’re missing someone. I’m sure there’s a specific word, but I just can’t place it. I would say that it’s on the tip of my tongue, but it’s more likely to be on the metaphorical cerebral tip of my brain. How weird is that?

Today, I enjoyed doing basically nothing. It’s my day off, so I figure that I’m entitled to being lazy for a day. I didn’t really have much to do, anyways. I fiddled alot with my new laptop. I still think it’s pretty awesome.

Right now, I’m watching “The Bourne Supremacy.” It’s one of my favourites, I think. I just realized though, that this is taking a turn for the uninteresting. Like a road unexpectedly turning into gravel, maybe.  I’ll cut my losses to where I’m at, I think.

All I really have to say else is that one of my friends just left for Italy for 10 days. I’ll miss her for sure. Hence the looking for the word, earlier.

Ah well.

Cheers!

-Louis

A whole new post on a whole new computer.

Well I finally got my laptop. It’s intensely awesome. Mac has got the user interface down, I tell you. It’s fun and cool and full of impressive visuals…

I don’t really feel like talking about it that much in detail, because its sort of one in the morning. My writing skills went out the window about half an hour ago. But yes, it is cool. More later.

I went to a cool “Get together” today. (Yesterday?) and we watched the most pointless movie in the world. It seemed to have a plot, but I think it was disguised by all the random things that happened. I had a good time though.

Oh yeah, and I discovered that my facebook account was HACKED by an immature badger-minded goofball.  Who then proceeded to write a twisted status for me. Which I can’t remember and won’t repeat. Stupid hackers.  I felt violated… Oh well, it’s all good now.

Cheers! Don’t get hacked!

-Louis