Story time!

When I was in Junior High, the majority of the students were Aboriginal kids. We got along pretty well, and because of the large number of kids that shared a cultural heritage, there were classes and extracurricular activities that taught us about where most of us came from.
Traditional dance and art, that kind of good stuff.
In my last year there, the old principal retired and a new one was hastily hired. Mr. Roberts.
I will never forget the slow train wreck of his first and only year at that school.
So a kid shows up for class, and he proceeds to make that poor guy walk around the perimeter three times to "restore the sacred harmony of this sacred learning institution". In his words, the words, the grandmothers and grandfathers have been enraged by his impudence. Never mind that he was a good kid and tried to get to school on time.
Robert had a whole idea of what the kid's culture was from movies made in the fifties probably. He used to bang a drum at assemblies and sing gibberish. He killed a rabbit and made soup out of it, and tried to feed it to the school. Totally ignored me when I said that most of us didn't eat animals with little hands like rabbits in our culture D:
Three teachers left that year, after they found out he spent the entire budget on a stereo system so he could play flute music continuously throughout the school.
Oh, and he had one side of the school painted to look like heavy metal art of a native man and some eagles :s

creepypasta

Wow, I haven't written anything here in a while.
But an entry every month was never a promise so whatever. ANYWAYS!
HAVE SOME CREEPYPASTA.

During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time.Although the scene was originally labeled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm's well (which had apparently dried up earlier that year).Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. For the remaining 45 minutes of video, until the batteries in the camera died, it remained in its stationary position.To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well, or why the height and stature of the woman in the video didn't come close to matching the body they'd found in the oven.

Until next month, bye!

My wife, my captor

Still an hour for me to write a post for January.
Esposa is wife in Spanish.
Esposas is handcuffs! They share the same etymological root so there ya go.

Good enough for me ♫

This is the greatest song ever. Who's gonna argue with me?
I WILL FIGHT ABOUT IT!!!

Good night

I've said previously, that I don't go back and read things I've written. And it's still the truth. Is this because I lack pride, confidence, self esteem, or something else just as depressing?
Eh, whatever. This silly thing that maybe like 4 people look at (half of them bonkers) is just mostly me trying to kill time because I can't sleep.
Seriously, the timestamps on many of these entries say so. But don't really go and check.
I know most of the 4 or 3 loony birds that see this blog probably don't even speak English. And if they do, they don't care about my insomniac chattering.
*fake sob*

I really do need to do something with my layout of this thing. My delicate lady aesthetics are hurt by the similarities I see to c. this era design, so yeah. The links on the side and such...
Sometime this year?
 I'll admit that I went back like three pages to examine old entries. Not much to see! A really terrible picture. My horror at the lack of regard I have for everything I ever learned about writing properly.
I thought this was funny though. I'm going to read the book again before Zzz time.

Tired of this

So, just glance over these.
http://o.canada.com/2012/08/15/canada-among-worlds-worst-of-internet-interference/ http://o.canada.com/2012/09/17/canada-has-almost-third-world-access-to-the-internet-netflix-executive/
True, it's true. I've barely used my Internet connection since I moved, fyi. I downloaded two public domain b/w silent movies this week (they were so good!). At top speeds of around 56 kB/s these roughly 700 MB files took around four hours to download each.
OH MY GOD I PAY WAY TOO MUCH FUCKING MONEY FOR THIS AND GET BETTER SPEEDS TETHERING FROM MY PHONE BUT IT'S NOT VERY PRACTICAL BECAUSE MY PHONE OVERHEATS.
Go eat a bag of shit, dear ISP.

Nevermind x_x

This is what happened to me.
While I was working on the direction my life shall be taking I went that store icantrememberthename that sells interesting video games and books and saw ときめきメモリアル Girl's Side ダブルパック. But instead of whatever I don't know laughing and buying like...Resident Evil, I laughed at the price and bought ときめきメモリアル Girl's Side ダブルパック. I'm not writing my purchase in English because I'll tell you later maybe not. I've never played a silly 乙女ゲーム before because I really like Resident Evil. And Silent Hill.
Konami made Silent Hill and... D:
The other reason is that my perceptions of people that spend time with Konami's fine non music and scary and ninja games were destroyed by people like this.
That shit is just depressing. He's really a not bad looking guy but then he talks about why he married Nene and his warped ideas come out and *sigh*.
I know more people my age similar to that, than I care to admit.

Anyways! I will say that dude on the right side of the fuf7yru28lnzadkonamigame box is an asshole. He keeps insulting my character (WaT New is her name) already.
What?
Truth be told, I'm not sure what the hell I'm doing. After a mermaid story thing and the verbal abuse I made her draw pictures and read fashion magazines. Because she already seems dim.
I love how skills or whatever for physical appearance wreck the ones for smarts. Smrts!
Then this guy showed up.

Bahahaha! I think he's supposed to be British or something. Too tired and apathetic to try read the dokidoki love dialogue. I have never seen a British guy with such froufrou mannerisms and hair before. My country is merely a former British colony but still.















Hahaha my maiden heart is still merely keeping me alive.
I'm already done with this adventure.
Good night, world. Especially to my birthday friend ^^
And the people in love with fictional characters.