I Get Along I Get Along I Get Along ( exhales)
I went on a rage again awhile ago, and I'm glad Vince is still supportive of me, for I think I kinda bullied him by letting all my rage out on him. I sent him really whiny text messages , stating "WHAT THE FUCK DO Y'ALL WANT FROM ME"? I got really pissed at my dad and that teambuilding on sunday that he wants me to join in. Nothing against the people in his office, I just wish he'll leave me alone and stop thinking that I'm in need of some help. Aside from that, I remember that asshole from The British Council named Mike. I think he's a really really bad person and sometimes I wish I was a corrections officer everytime I think of him. Not very prestigious thing , all right. But when you're a corrections officer, you beat people up for a living , hahahahaha. With all the pain I'm feeling, whether it may be my pain or the pain I feel for other people that hurt, sometimes I'd love to beat inmates up for a living. But let that happen in an amoral world where it'll be all right to beat the crap out of anybody who's getting into my nerves or is making someone else's life miserable.
Anyway, Mike is pissing me off and if I cannot punch him in the face, then I hope someone would. I just couldn't stand a guy who admitted on picking on a couple of kids who they perceive as different . I told him how I was picked on as well, and the son-of-a-bitch asked "Why didn't you ask for help? Like Counselling?" I really hate this guy and if I was a minor that happened to have physical monstrosities such as big biceps or something, I'd really beat this guy up. He doesn't deserve to see the light of day. So there... Two people have already led to my early morning/noon time rage. My dad and this guy. I'm currently minding my mother's store and watching episodes of my hero, Nardwuar The Human Serviette. I'm also bracing myself for the first few pages of Seven Plays anthology of late Swedish playwright, August Strindberg. I apporach his works with caution for it deals with the issue of the two sexes, and the struggles men and women. But what really disturbs me and makes me reluctant to read Strindberg is his fate with a lot of his female significant others, who seemed to apply feminist ideals, prompting them to leave him. I mean, I'm so into feminism and not just feminism but the ways and means a woman would do to cause a drastic change and cause a crack in this horrible patriarchal society we're living in. I admire and I could relate more to the history of feminism now, for I consider myself an oppressed or a broken man. Or maybe I choose to be an outsider by choice and I want to be the predecessor that would help create a new feminist movement, like the Abolitionist that inspired early American feminist Elizabeth Cady-Stanton. Okay, now back to Strindberg. I'm paranoid. What if the things that had happened to Strindberg had happened to me? I guess there's Shulamith Firestone and Simone de Beauvoir and Venus Zine to stop me from worrying. I'll just read on.
Another thing that I'm a bit worried about is my plan to interview former Sleater-Kinney guitarist Carrie Brownstein. I sent her a message last week, requesting for interview. She hasn't responded yet, and what worries me more is that I might creep her out. That would be very heartbreaking for me.I always end up scaring a lot of people by simply minding my own business. Don't let the muscles and the regiments at the gym fool you. I'm wimpier than a lot of nerds. I scare people away, yet I'm not an anti-intellectual person. I guess I just happen to grow a little muscles. I'm not a jock. Still, I hope she'll agree with the interview. Sleater-Kinney was my inspiration, onstage and even offstage. On a lighter note, I've read Carrie's interview with The Colbert Report writer Laura Krafft. Reading about Krafft and her job inspires me to work on that storyline for StarCinema. Now I don't care if that writing job doesn't pay much. It'll lead me to greener pastures, and maybe a reinterpretation of the Sermon of The Mount. Good Bye!
Anyway, Mike is pissing me off and if I cannot punch him in the face, then I hope someone would. I just couldn't stand a guy who admitted on picking on a couple of kids who they perceive as different . I told him how I was picked on as well, and the son-of-a-bitch asked "Why didn't you ask for help? Like Counselling?" I really hate this guy and if I was a minor that happened to have physical monstrosities such as big biceps or something, I'd really beat this guy up. He doesn't deserve to see the light of day. So there... Two people have already led to my early morning/noon time rage. My dad and this guy. I'm currently minding my mother's store and watching episodes of my hero, Nardwuar The Human Serviette. I'm also bracing myself for the first few pages of Seven Plays anthology of late Swedish playwright, August Strindberg. I apporach his works with caution for it deals with the issue of the two sexes, and the struggles men and women. But what really disturbs me and makes me reluctant to read Strindberg is his fate with a lot of his female significant others, who seemed to apply feminist ideals, prompting them to leave him. I mean, I'm so into feminism and not just feminism but the ways and means a woman would do to cause a drastic change and cause a crack in this horrible patriarchal society we're living in. I admire and I could relate more to the history of feminism now, for I consider myself an oppressed or a broken man. Or maybe I choose to be an outsider by choice and I want to be the predecessor that would help create a new feminist movement, like the Abolitionist that inspired early American feminist Elizabeth Cady-Stanton. Okay, now back to Strindberg. I'm paranoid. What if the things that had happened to Strindberg had happened to me? I guess there's Shulamith Firestone and Simone de Beauvoir and Venus Zine to stop me from worrying. I'll just read on.
Another thing that I'm a bit worried about is my plan to interview former Sleater-Kinney guitarist Carrie Brownstein. I sent her a message last week, requesting for interview. She hasn't responded yet, and what worries me more is that I might creep her out. That would be very heartbreaking for me.I always end up scaring a lot of people by simply minding my own business. Don't let the muscles and the regiments at the gym fool you. I'm wimpier than a lot of nerds. I scare people away, yet I'm not an anti-intellectual person. I guess I just happen to grow a little muscles. I'm not a jock. Still, I hope she'll agree with the interview. Sleater-Kinney was my inspiration, onstage and even offstage. On a lighter note, I've read Carrie's interview with The Colbert Report writer Laura Krafft. Reading about Krafft and her job inspires me to work on that storyline for StarCinema. Now I don't care if that writing job doesn't pay much. It'll lead me to greener pastures, and maybe a reinterpretation of the Sermon of The Mount. Good Bye!
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