Stupid

I've been stupid. Okay, not very stupid, but slightly stupid. See, I was trying to download Snatch , because my parents took my "hard copy" of the movie with them. I should have made them leave it here. Oh well. Anyway, so I was trying to download this for hours! I am not even joking! I literally spent three hours trying to get a copy of the movie that actually worked. Sad? Very. As soon as I realised how sad this was, I researched some movie download sites. I landed on one that had a one-year subscription to downloadable movies for 19.95USD. I found this reasonable, so I took it. Ok, maybe I didn't find it reasonable, maybe I just wanted to use my shiny new credit card online. Maybe I was stupid! Point is, I got a one-year subscription of which I was very proud. Oooh, look at me all grown up. I just used my credit card! I was proud, but nervous like the geek I am, but then I thought to myself, hey, it's my credit card, it'll be my money, no one can ever call me on it. So I got into this site and do you know what they tell me?? They tell me to download ARES!!! I was annoyed, but I did it. AresULTRA 1.0.1. Ok, now what. Now, this site tells me, download whatever movies you want on Ares!!! Why thank you very much!!! At first I thought they'd scammed me, but then I saw that AresULTRA is not a free service, so I went on and downloaded the movie. The download went well, so I was happy for a while. But then when I tried downloading others, they wouldn't download!!!! I was back to where I had started from, 20 dollars (american!) poorer! Which is when I realised that I share my credit card with my dad. And he's gonna have some questions about this purchase....CRAP. *Sigh* I'm muy frutrated.

P.S.: RiS has been updated.

Well Then

Well here it is. An update on my life as it stands now. I'm 18 (19 in December) and I'm currently in the CEGEP II at Marianopolis College. Now, funny thing about Marianopolis, that I thought I should mention as an aside, is that it has this teeny tiny thing called a reputation. It's supposed to be one of those hard-ass competitive, leave no prisoners kinda institution. Marianopolis students are supposed to be the cream of the crop, the cherry on top of the sundae so to speak. We are supposed to be the most responsible, ambitious, intelligent almost-adults out there. We are the ones sacrificing our teenage-hood (I guess you could call it...) so that we can get somewhere; more specifically, McGill. You'd think that Marianopolis was one of those doctor/scientist-producing machines that just does not quit! Except, and here's the shocker, it isn't. We're not the most responisble students! Hell, we're not even just plain-old responsible half the time! We don't study our teenage years away. If we did, you wouldn't be reading this right now. Most of us, are just normal people who genuinely care whether our friends succeed or not. No, we are the Draco Malfoys of CEGEP students, making other people's failure our motivation to succeed. And no, we don not ALL want to be doctors! Disregard me, I am obviously an exception. Went in considering a future in physics, came out being unreasonably nervous about getting accepted into pre-med. I shiver at the thought. Okay, so maybe just the word (or is it two?) "pre-med" is enough to reduce most of us to being ambitious zombies, but we get over it. We do realise that McGill med-school isn't exactly our Holy Grail. And yet, year after year the reputation stands strong. Year after year McGill lauds and praises the quality (and quantity) of Marianopolis students. This has me thinking, having a reputation is a goddamn lottery. You don't have to keep it up, as long as other people think you are as good as you say you are, the future is yours! Of course, it goes without saying that my college does have a basic sense of what churns out a good student and what doesn't. I'm not trying to portray it in a negative light at all. In fact, it is one of the better schools I have been to. I merely want to show how important keeping up your 'rep' is. This is a philosophy that I try to implement in my own personality. Any of my friends will tell you that when it comes to my intelligence, I am the least modest person in the world. I maintain that I am a natural genius who never spends more than a day or two studying for an exam. While the latter part is true, people must be really stupid to believe that I am a natural genius. Far from it. For example, in my math class this term, I have given up on trying to even begin to understand what the hell the woman in the front of the classroom is rambling on about. Although, I suspect this might be due to the woman in question and not my own ability to grasp the subject. Nevertheless, it's only because I portray this over-confident exterior that people actually think I have some sort of intelligence. And you know what? I begin to think so myself. Which is not exactly a bad thing. And hence, my reputation remains as strong as that of my college. All this to say that yes, I am in fact in my second year at Marianopolis.

That was point one. Point two: I have officially begun my life alone. The world of adulthood is now open. Except not really, because I certainly don't feel like an adult. I miss my parents enourmously, my brother as well. Though I would die before I admit anything. Uh, well, not die die, but you know...figuratively. I was rather looking forward to this chapter in my existence. Thinking that, finally, I would be able to make my own decisions and mistakes. Finally, I'd be able to live and grow like I wanted to. My first step into this fantasy world was, quite anti-climactically, accompanied by the thought, "I miss my mommy!" Again, figurative death ensued. The first few days went by in a sort of daze (heh) and I just thanked god (or whoever) that school had strated. I don't know how I would have survived without college life. But then things got...not better, but routine. And like clockwork, I fell into it. And I got more and more used to it. And I suspect that I'll keep getting used to it until I don't even think about it. The only problem is, there is one thing holding me back. My house. This damned house that will just not get sold on the goddamned Montreal market because of the stupid elections! Separatist bastards! Not that I have anything against them personally (Vive le Quebec et cetera), it's just that, do they have to put the fear of a referendum in the hearts of the population now??? I take that as a personal attack. I need for this house to get sold! As sweet as it is having a huge friggin' house with a pool to yourself, it really sucks when said huge house is totally devoid of any other life form. *Sigh* I wish I had a dog. Talking of dogs, I'll need to find a pet-friendly appartment when this $#%##$^ house gets sold. Because I'm getting a dog. A Husky. With gray eyes.

Long Time, No Post

Ok, I pretty much too tired and sleepy to go into too much detail here, but I've had this inspiration for a story. A very vague inspiration. So vague in fact, I'm not even sure whether to write it as an original piece or a fanfiction. The latter because I've been reading fanfiction lately, and I always get sucked into that world. Anyway, I have update it on "The Rest Is Silence". For now, I'm going to leave that as the title. We shall see what happens with that.

As for talking about what's happened to me...I shall leave that to a say when I'm not feeling this exhausted.

Peace out.