Dreading Christmas and not because of the Grinch.

I dunno if I ever mentioned this but I hated highschool. Everything about it repulsed me. In highschool there was always this ugly cliched nature that followed me. In grade 9, I much like Corrin, listened to rap to fit in, but it was to no use we both were lost and hated ourselves later in life for the fact that we so openly lied to ourselves…

I’ve never liked rap, ever, but when I was in grade 9 it seemed alright to try to fit in. But to what end will you lie to yourself to fit in? I like old movies, I love westerns, i love 80's pop, i love bowie and flcok of seagulls, and I purposely and subconsciously love things that other people hate or despise. It may be a poor attempt at grabbing for attention- which is common among most “misunderstood” university students. when I was young I used to entertain that idea that I could be cool. And in fact I’m not cool, but I’ll stab you in the face with a soldering iron if you say otherwise…

In highschool I’ve effectively blanked out everything that happened during that time, people will ask me if I remember such and such event that happened and I will stare at them blankly… all I remember is that I had some good friends and that luciuk was my favorite teacher and only because he was able to lie and make up stories, and yet because of his ability to lie was a very influential history teacher...

Anyway my point is this, I’m not looking forward to Christmas, and not because my uncles cheer on stink-bomb from the world wrestling federation… heh (inside joke, though I’ll never give her this address). But because A) it’ll probably be a highschool reunion as it was in September and to my viewers note I probably have about 6 friends from highschool followed by about 6 sorta friends that I don’t mind associating with, but that is all she wrote. And B) because my uncles and aunts will go on about my dad’s state of health, which I can’t stand, I can’t stand when people put on those fake looks of concern, because i don’t even care about my dad’s state of health why should people who think maybe once every blue moon about my dad pretend to care? It’s garbage.

… funny thing I’d never give this address to someone i’d want to be the closest to, not because she would think I was a conservative prick from reading this, but instead because this site does not represent me other than the things I satirize… the unfortunate aspect to that is I don’t even know what I’m satirizing anymore. As I never really strictly believed in anything. I love playing the devil’s advocate, which probably explains the strong resentment I get in most of my classes…