On Wednesday, I had my regular 4 hour lab for my biomechanics course, and naturally, I had to deal with the assholes in my group. Well, usually they never help me out, but taht's fine because I don't ask them for help, ever. This week, however, I was having problem with a lab, and I needed their help. Well, they indirectly refused by stating that they didn't know how to do it. Right after saying that, they hand in their finsihed lab. Then one of the fuckers in my group doesn't give me the data for the current lab that we were doing because he said that I wasn't there when they were getting the data. Well, I was busy trying to finish up my previous lab, which you fuckers wouldn't help me on, AT ALL, and that's why you won't give me 2 pieces of data to do my next lab report?! I was so close to snapping. I haven't officially snapped at anyone in my life aside from family, but man was I close. Fucking punks.

Now personally, I don't believe in fate. I don't think that everything happens for a predetermined reason and/or that god is responsible for everything. I guess it would be easy to blame god for all the inequities and injustice in life. But I guess that's why Satan was conjured up in a cunning attempt to salvage a coexistence of religion and humanity.

Perhaps relationships are not fated, or impending relationships for that matter. If you were to ask someone out and upon being rejected, decided to forget the situation and break all contact off with said person, you could just hold god responsible for your fate and agree that it was never possible anyways. The idea being that you didn't have enough control over your own decision such that to render your fate changable. But what if you refused to take "no" for an answer. What if you convinced that person to change her mind and go out with you, leading to a hypothetical, long-term and happy relationship? It's quite interesting how many people make mistakes that they inevitably regret. Perhaps in rejection you find success. Isn't that what people want to believe? that the life that awaits them is not predicated on their own actions, but the actions of a higher being? that when they fail, it will help them out more in the long-run because god intended it to be that way? But what if it's not? what if everything is predicated on your own intentions and actions and that you are surely in full control of the little things in life that could one day proliferate into something much bigger?

Some things are certainly fated; some things can't be controlled, but a lot of things can be. Perhaps changing your fate, by yourself, determines exactly what your life is supposed to be about. Perhaps the excuse that, "god wanted it that way" doesn't quite apply to all situations whether or not you believe in him. Decisions like these don't come easy and don't reflect well during dire straits. I guess sometimes when one reflects the poor decisions he/she has made over the past, they reflect on the alternative hypotheticals that could have been. It makes failure much more acceptable and continuation far more probable.

I'd like to think that we control a lot of what comes about in our lives, and that makes hope more realistic. Perhaps having rejected someone or having broken up with them doesn't impede progress but sustains it. Perhaps knowing that you can control your decisions and that things just don't happen because they are meant to be that way. It's an easy way to cop out for your own mistakes and I guess that's because people like feeling sorry for themselves. It's a simple solution to a complex situation. It's easy to regret results and shun everyone away in hopes of eradicating the problem at hand. Everyone is guilty of this, but that's nature's way of giving us the middle-finger salute.

Take a moment to reflect before dismissing something important. Opportunities don't come by everyday and not everyone is entitled to a second chance. That's where the intangibles come into play. You can control only so much, but it's that particular moment in time when everything just comes together that you can only hope for. You can neither create it nor control it, and perhaps that is the fated result that we accept by the grace of God (not me, though). There are far too many anomalies to account for in life and I don't think it's wise to dwell on a higher being for help. Sometimes shit just goes wrong, and it may or may not be fate dictating any of it. Eitherways, everyone controls a lot more than they believe they do. Though in the end, you either luck out or strike out, and that's the story of life.

Today was my interview for a security-type job at SFU and went in completely unprepared. The problem? it was a 2-panel, half-hour interview which totally took me off guard. I think it went okay, being that I nailed some questions and blew some other ones.

I watched Knocked-up today with Reuben, and that movie was an absolute riot. Reuben claims it to be the funniest movie he's ever seen, and I don't disagree; however, my only real qualm with the movie was that it seemed to pace itself poorly at times even though it might have been necessary to do so. Either ways, mega thumbs up!

Afterwards we ventured off to a McDicks for some of the worst food I've ever had in my entire life. I knew there was a reason why I'd boycotted McDonald's twice before. The fries they fed us were shit and it pissed me off. While I remained unhappy, Reuben ravaged his set of re-heated fries with his behemoth-sized hands, over stuffing himself silly. It wasn't even the shitty fries that pissed me off; it's the fact that I had intentionally super-sized my fries to sustain my hunger by compensating for the puny burgers that they fed us. I was even more pissed at the fact that I had wasted about 1/4 of the fries as a result, negating the intended effect of sustaining my own hunger. Menacing irony at its worst. I was ready to throw the fries at the fucking bitch employee's face, but in an attempt to savour some dignity, I didn't. If they ever re-heat my fries again, I will not hesitate to tear them some new assholes.

McDicks gets a resounding thumbs DOWN--again.

Other things that piss me off is when people intentionally save more than one seat in the theatre. You can NOT reserve more than one seat you cocksucking mother fucker. We didn't encounter this problem at the theatre today, but it has happened in the past, especially by some faggot, whose friends were too busy to show up on time, so they made him reserve 4 seats with his salvation-army jacket just to screw us over. I hope they get cancer.

Also, not ALL opinions matter. Bad opinions are still bad opinions. I hate it when people try and justify the principle notion that everyone is entitled to an opinion. WRONG! Everyone is entitled to have an opinion, but get stripped of it when they OPEN THEIR FUCKING MOUTHS! Good, justifiable opinions matter; inane, unscrupulously bad opinions DON'T. If you believe I am incorrect in this regard and believe that even bad opinions have a worthy right to be heard, well then bear this in mind: in my humble opinion, your opinion fucking sucks!

I hate Goths. I think they're worthless, anarchic, anti-Christ-wannabe outcasts that deserved to be hanged. If you want to be unique, then by all means, do so without looking like the play-dolls kids through out onto the streets to watch them get trampled by moving cars. You're not unique, and you're not important. No one cares about your rebellious ways, your distasteful fashion sense or your pseudo-intellectual, anti-government discussions. Eat feces.

I feel vindicated that Victoria Alexander doesn't write too many more reviews on RT because of all the flack she's received for being a shitty reviewer. That and I was the very FIRST one to give her flack and everyone else followed suit. Vindication at its very finest. I hope you rot in hell you car-wash cunt.

For some reason I have nothing to say. I always get this inherent feeling that something important is amiss, but it never gets out correctly. I am not sure how to describe what I feel inside at times, and at times nothing feels concrete even though I feel somewhat sagacious (yes, I stole that word from your blog, bitch).

I am a bit drunk, but I quite fancy the alcohol. I don't take pride in other people's misery, but sometimes I do, and today might just be one of those days.

Let's rant

There's this fucking nigger (yes, I said it) in 2 of my labs for 2 different classes and he's always a prick to me. I feel like calling him a slave-driven asshole that's acting out against me to intentionally vindicate his own racial shortcomings, but I always digress. Like Cartman says, "I am not going to hell, I am not black". It always gets me laughing.

Speaking of Southpark, it rules.

There's also this bitch named Allison that I fucking despise. Okay, that might be a bit strong, but she always has to disagree with me even if she knows I am right. Usually when she figures it out, she'll deviate onto something else. I hate these stringent cunts that take pride in pissing me off.

I feel the need to let off a little steam at people, but I never do. I used to blog about it instead because it gave me some peace of mind, but that doesn't work either, anymore.

Perhaps I am lacking the Reuben-wit that makes posts interesting. Perhaps nothing matters and I've once again concluded the meaninglessness of life and hereby decree my contempt for humanity.

Let's try and think of other things that piss me off:

I hate cheaters. Cheating at anything is despicable and if you're a cheater, I hope you die.

I hate bad influences. Perhaps since I am a bad influence some of the time, it gets to me that I became this way through torrid times.

I hate injustice, and I suffer a lot from it. I am sure that many others do, but this is about me, and it's always about me. You may find that statement to be banal and cocky, but I assure you that given the circumstance, you'd feel the same fucking way about yourself.

I loathe WildCat. It might be the worst fucking beer I've ever tasted and I loathe those who enjoy it--fucking posers.

I loathe hobos. Though I loathe people more--go figure.

I have a distinct hatred for brown-nosers. You assholes always had too much pride to stick up for yourselves, so you joined the ranks of much more maligned assholes within the hierarchy and conformed to their whimsy just to squash the rest of us into oblivion. Eat sodomites.

I think Nathaniel is a stupid name. Yes, I said it, no offense, Nathan.

I think religion has been imposed onto our own moral instincts for the sole purpose of precluding liberation.

I think the world will end, and we will all have The United States of America to blame. Damn them and their devilishly smart ways.

I'd have done the same bloody thing in their fucking position.

I think the worst people in the world are niggers, islamic extremists and uneducated jatts (sikh caste). They have a history of violence and deserve to be maimed.

I loathe trash. Trash is everywhere; mostly represented as human form.

I am out of wine.