You've Got To Start Somewhere: 1:50am wednesday, February 5, 2003

15 minutes ago, I got the brilliant idea to start a journal on my homepage. Which then leads us to this, my first journal entry in my cunningly name "Online Journal". Some of you might ask why I am starting an online journal. To tell you the truth, I have been asking myself that for the last 15 minutes. Over the last couple years I have been filling a series of books with my writings, ramblings, drawings, and just plain weirdness. I believe I am on book 9 right now. But back to the question, and the answer I am getting to eventually. I have shared these books-whose contents would most likely get me commited or at least watched by various authorities-mainly with those I like to call my friends. The few, the proud, the ones that share to some extent my insanity. The reason for this Journal therefor, is simply to share my ramblings with all the people that for various reasons have been deprived of this pleasure. The other driving motive for this journal is boredom, which I will get into later. Now that I've explained all that, I can get on to other things.

Well, having nothing better to talk about right this second, I am so bored. Many of you out there have no idea how bored I am, yet. Let me educate you. I am in north eastern British Columbia. For those unfamiliar with canadian geography, B.C. is the western-most province. I also happen to be about 24 minutes from the nearest town, 15 minutes if you happen to drive at speeds well above the posted limit. To my constant horror, the nearest town happens to be Dawson Creek. With a population of roughly 12,000 people, many of who are extremely hickish, there is not a whole lot to do in Dawson. When you add in the fact that I spent the first 19 years of my life here, that completely eliminates any chance of there being something I haven't done 15 million times before. Some of you are now starting to grasp the level of my boredom, but let me go on. I spent the last 2 years of my life in Grande Praire, which is about an hour and a quarter away. GP as we call it for short, is a major improvement over Dawson Creek having around 32,000 people. Another nice thing about GP is that it is always growing, where as Dawson hasn't changed all that much in 19 years. Now a good question to ask would be why the hell did you move back to Dawson Creek if GP is so much better. One simple word with a not so simple meaning, MONEY!!!! or my lack thereof. Many of you understand this cruel master we must all pay homage too. I spent a good 2 years partying before I had to move home because I was broke, so I really don't think I did that bad. Yes, there would have been smarter was to spend my time, but none of those ways would have been near as fun. How much fun you ask? Well let me just put it this way, I had much more fun than you can legally have. And that is a gross understatement. I had the type of fun you can only have when you are completely out of control, with a group of friends who are likewise out of control, and all of you have a lot of money to blow. We partyed so hard that no one can party like that anymore, not in a egotistic "we are the best!" type way, but in the sense that the police don't let people get away with it anymore. All of this ties in of course, to my original statement of how bored I am. If you can't figure out how bored I am after that long winded explination, you don't deserve knowing.

One More Thing I Would Like To Know: 3:12am wednesday, February 5, 2003

Has anyone seen my Clue? I've been looking for a long time now, and I still can't find it. When I find out which one of you morons hid it on me, that person will pay for their insolence. Really guys, its not funny anymore. How would you like it if someone had hid your clue on you? You probably wouldn't have appreciated it at all. So why did you do it to me, you know who you are. Just know this, I will find you!

Got Wang???: 4:54pm Wednesday, February 5, 2003

Penny Arcade is Fucking hilarious!!!! Thats about all I need to say. No matter who you are, you will find at least some of the comics funny. Everyone should check this site out. I like this site, can you tell? Visit it, you won't regret it, if you do, whats wrong with you?
I've been looking at penny arcade comics for a couple years. They have a wonderfully skewed view on reality. Comics are especially relevent if you are a gamer. If not, oh well, your loss. ;)

That White Powdery Substance: 5:57pm Wednesday, February 5, 2003

After finally getting to sleep, I wake up at the ungodly hour of 2 in the afternoon. To my further horror and dismay, the ground outside my house is still blanketed in several feet of snow. Good for snowmobiling I guess, but a constant source of agony for a person still yearning for a warm mexico beach. To add insult to ingury, there was this great big bright thing hanging in the sky and reflecting off the snow sending daggers of pain deep into my brain. I've just been informed that this thing is apparently called the "sun". Whatever it is called, I don't much care for it soon after waking. How am I supposed to adjust to being once again awake with that hell spawned light shining down on me. I tell you I won't stand for it. Something must be done about that "sun" thing. Luckily for me, I was able to retreat back into the comforting darkness that is my bedroom. A room that is heavily shielded from all sources of natural light, and which contains my queen sized bed. Both of which I desperately needed at the moment. After donning my sunglasses I cautiously stepped foot outside my room, where I was instantly drafted to help clean the house and do various things outside under the previously mentioned demon sun. Good morning my ass! The one bright point so far has been that I was able to waste a good hour ripping around on my snowmobile, thereby putting off doing a great deal of work. Something I am very keen on doing so soon after waking.

The other thing I wanted to mention was that a certain someone mentioned to me that they had bought me something, then refused to tell me what it was. If your reading this, you know who you are, and you know how much it bugs me when people do that. One of my virtues/drawbacks is a very powerful curiosity. Which explains why this foul act bugs me so. They say that curiosity killed the cat. Compared to me, the cat was mildly disinterested and wasn't really paying very close attention. My curiosity has already started to eat away at me, and therefor I feel it only fair to warn you that it is quite likely that you will get bitten next time I see you. I could just tell you that I am going to bite you, but posting it on the internet means you may not have any warning. Which makes it a little more sporting. The fact that you don't have a computer and therefor no internet, and that you might not even know the address of this journal, only tip the odds in my favor. But don't say I didn't warn you. :P

(Insert Cleverly Worded Title Here): 7:24pm Thursday, February 6, 2003

I'm sick. Now before you go jumping to conclusions, I mean that I am ill. Ok both. My throat has been getting sore, and today I woke up feeling like crap. I know this has no real effect on any of your lives, I'm just fishing for simpathy. After all, why should I be the only one that feels bad for me. I'm pretty sure someone out there will feel a fleeting instant of compassion, no matter how insincere. Thats all I can really hope for... that and for my miraculous overnight recovery. Hey, I can hope can't I. Until I do recover you can all feel sorry for those unfortunate souls that have to put up with me. Why should I be the only one to suffer!

I Could Just Scream: 5:04am Monday, February 10, 2003

As many of you are probably aware, Valentine's day is nearly upon us. How anyone could be oblivious to this -with the constant media blitz of commercials, ads, sales, and specials- is quite beyond my understanding. It is rare that 10 minutes go by without something reminding us. Why all the fuss? Who is this Valentine anyway, and what makes him so special that he deserves his own day. Lets face it, most people have no real clue who or what Valentine was or is. Like most things in this information age of ours, the meaning has been lost, or better yet, sold by the marketing gurus behind almost everything we see and hear. I honestly believe that love is indeed a special thing and cause for celebrtation, but what about the rest of us. It sure is nice to have someone to share this day with. Unless of course you happen to be one of many people who don't have such a person. In which case, Valentine's day kinda blows. There is nothing quite like being bombarded with images of happy couples to remind a person that they are alone. So on behalf of all these people. Thanks a bunch! Isn't it nice to know that all these companies are willing, no eager to make people feel bad as long as the "happy people" continue to give them money. That is todays commercialized business ethic, aint it great.

It does seem that I have left out one group of people, and having spent a great deal of time in this group I feel that they deserve mention. This group is made up of all those who aren't sure if they are in group A or group B. The joys of not knowing. I must say that this group is hardly ever fun to be in. Usually when it becomes fun you've moved onto another group. Pretty much everyone has experianced this, and if you haven't yet odds are that you will. Such is the way of the world. Unless you luck out and find your true love on the first try or live your life as a hermit, you will at some point be a member of this group. Even the first situation doesn't guarentee that you won't visit this group. For all of you who have yet to experiance this group, this is your warning -not that it will help you in the least- and for all of those repeat members, you'd think we'd have learned by now or at least we hoped we would.

Derailed: 6:42am Thursday, February 13, 2003

Ummm..... what was I gonna say again? Shit! Hate it when this happens. I had something to say but I can't remember what it was. Oh well, it will come to me eventually.

Picking Up Where I Forgot: 5:30pm Thursday, February 13, 2003

I was talking on the phone when it suddenly hit me! So I quickly hit it back. I then went to my computer and started to type before I once more forgot what it was I was going to type. Where the hell has all my shit gone? I left a barbell for my tongue on the shelf in my closet about a month ago. It is now gone. I have looked everywhere I can think of and I can't seem to find it. This is just one more thing on an unbelievably long list of missing items. Where the hell does all this stuff go. I once hatched a half baked idea that all the missing shit we all lose heads done to Florida. Once the idea was finished baking this location moved to Hawaii. If you want to know the logic behind this just ask me and I will tell you. Back to my subject. I have a friend who loses anything he sticks in his pockets. he can be sitting in one spot with out moving, put something in his pocket, and five minutes latteer when we ask it will be across the room under a box. It doesn't make any sense, but it happens. How can human beings lose things like that. I swear the powers that be love nothing more than to move my shit around just to piss me off. Some sadistic form of practical jokes. Just once I would like to find something in the same place I left it. Is that really to much to ask. For me to be able to find my things... after all they are mine. I only think it would be fair. Why does Hawaii need all my shit. really, I'd like to know.

Saint Hallmark's Day: 12:39pm Friday, February 14, 2003

I already ranted about the commercialization of Saint Valentine's day. Therefor I will rant about something else. My mother works in a flower shop on holdidays and I have been doing her the favor of watching her dog. This has got to be one of the least exciting jobs there is. My soul purpose is to let the dog outside so It can go to the bathroom and then let him back in so he doesn't freeze to death. All very neccesary to protect my mothers floors. The stupid thing is that I have been up since about 4 am and have therefor reach quite a profound state of restlessness. I played about as much Fallout 2 as I can stand. Actually I could stand a bit more, but the game is being retarded and not letting me advance, even though I have done everything I was supposed to do. I've also been listening to lots of music. Which is fine, but does nothing to keep me occupied. I even played with my sword -it is a 4 foot long, two handed sword with a flamberge blade. So get your mind out of the gutter- I've almost got bored enough to clean! That should make many realize how bored I am as the last thing you will ever find me doing is cleaning. Now isn't this a wonderful way to spend Valentine's day. I think not, but there is nothing I can do about it right now. Sucks to be stuck here right now. I need to find something to do, before I go even more crazy.

Out Of The Job Market: 1:14pm Tuesday, February 18, 2003

I got a job testing in Fort St. John. Woohoo. now I can make some money. And no more living with my Parents!!!! I was nearly ready to kill my folks. well.... maybe not really, but you get the idea. Wish me luck. I probably need it.

Is That All There IS??: 8:15pm Thursday, February 20, 2003

Well, I think my job is ok. So far this is a typical day... wake up early, eat, get picked up for work, work, get dropped off at home, eat, shower, go to bed early, sleep. Exciting huh! My only hope is that I can do something fun(not work!) on my days off. I'd like to write more, but I have to shower then sleep. Its my bedtime. Yes I know, I am sleeping nights, its not the end of the world..... but I think it is one of the signs. PANIC!!! I mean DON'T PANIC!!!

Home Sick..... Sort of: 8:17pm Thursday, February 27, 2003

Man do I miss my computer. I am forced to use my cousins computer... and man does it suck. I have a 1Ghz Athlon chip while he has a 1.3Ghz Pentium chip...... and man does my computer beat the hell out of his. I'm doing what I can for his computer.... but its pretty hopeless. he even has a 32mb TNT2 graphics card while mine is only a 16mb TNT2. I don't know what is wrong with his comp. Wish I had my computer here. I would take advantage of his ADSL. oh well. I guess I'm stuck using this piece of junk.

The New Guy: 7:28pm Monday, March 3, 2003

So one thing that sucks about moving for work is knowing nobody. I knew a girl named Sam from here..... but I don't know how to contact her. Apart from her I only know my relatives. This really sucks. I moved to Grande Praire two years ago and went through the whole meeting new people thing. After two years there I had got pretty comfortable. Now I don't really want to go through that again. Its a real pain in the ass. No, actually its kinda cool meeting new people, its just the part before meeting anyone that sucks. But I guess it can't be helped. Unless I become a hermit.... it has its merits, its just that whole lack of human contact thing that would drive me crazy. Then again, crazy is part of the whole hermit package. I suppose I could do all the things normal people do to meet new people. But not being normal I have no idea what these things are. I guess i'll get over it. Its not like i'll be here that long. The longest i'd stay here would be till the end of summer, and I don't think I'll be here close to that long. There is only so much oilfield I can take. Not that the people aren't great... they just aren't my people. I miss my people. I think I'm gonna go phone my people. Yup, that sounds like a good idea, because I ran out of things to write that make any sense. As for senseless things, I could go on for days. And I probably will at various points. caio.