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"Understanding Slings and Arrows"
Blade slung over backwards,
Pointing to the sky--strung out like diamonds,
Can't find solace in something that-
Something that isn't there,
Free me.
Burn it down
Boil it red
Tell the folks that I'm not dead
Break it off
Tear it away
Tell em that I won't stay
Shattered metals lies front,
Thrust into the ground--bent up like wires,
Can't bring me down into this place,
Don't let me fall again,
Kill me
Burn it down
Boil it red
Tell the folks that I'm not dead
Break it off
Tear it away
Tell em that I can't stay
Remade into something new,
Brought out from the forged--Glistening like new,
Blood drips and I'm left with nothing,
I won't fail again,
Bleed me
Burn it down
Boil it red
Tell the folks that I'm dead
Break it off
Tear it away
Tell em that I'm here to stay
negativeFlux at 11:08 AM So, I didn't die.
I'm tired as hell.
But I didn't die.
On a side note
Will someone please run a game in the WoD setting. I'd kill to actually be a player in a WoD game. I don't care if it's Mage, Werewolf, Vampire, Mortal stuff doesn't matter. I just want to be a player. I'll even let you use any of my source books and I have everything else on pdf!
!!!!
negativeFlux at 10:42 AM Wish me luck everybody.
Working from 8:00am to 5:00pm at Ryerson then from 5:3opm to 11:30pm at Silver City.
Should be interesting to see exactly how crazy I go. I feel bad for whoever is working at Pizza Hut while I'm at Starbucks...
*cackle*
negativeFlux at 2:09 PM So I just got back from Tristan's awesome place in Port Bruwell, Ontario and I must say it was a very awesome weekend. Musical jam sessions, drinking, fireworks and fire pits... good times were had by all.
But as I get back I have this distinct foreboding feeling coupled with a fair amount of apathy. Not really sure why but I'm just feeling rather bored/careless with pretty much everything at the moment.
Maybe it'll pick up later in the week.
negativeFlux at 11:55 AM LMAO
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
negativeFlux at 10:55 AM So many things in this world I don't understand.
So little time to figure everything out.
So many things I really really want to understand.
No idea how to go about it either.
So I guess, in order for me to understand everything, I'll have to figure out a way to live forever.
negativeFlux at 2:18 PM Crisis averted.
All situations normal.
Was under my bed!
negativeFlux at 12:21 PM
Not only did I get sick on monday and feel like shit both emotionally and physically for the entire day but I also seemed to have had my wallet lost and/or stolen.
On the first topic of note, had a rough day at work that was coupled with a seething ache in my stomach that happily presented itself while I was out in the plant. After I got home, I laid down in hopes that perhaps it would abade so as I could go hang out with Natalie that night. No luck with that, the cantankerous pain built up inside my stomach/large intestine was too strong and I begrudgingly succumbed to the slight relief that is pepto bismal. I gave Nat a call, unknowing if she'd understand, and cancelled said rendevous. Then went back to lay down, only to have my mind wrought with the idea that I pissed her off intensely and that she hated me. I had no rational reason to think any of this other then the stewing beast basking in my bowels. So, the rest of my night was spent in a vicious battle with my own psyche.
Peachy.
Luckily, she called me later that night and assured me that I was, in fact, a blithering idiot and it was all in my head. Self-imposed disaster subdued and destroyed.
Today, well moreso this morning but I digress, I was greeted happily with the whizzing whirr of my alarm clock which is becoming increasingly familiar as a sign that I'll be sweating buckets on my way to work. (For fuck's sakes, it's almost 40C out) I get up and do the whole shower, eat, brush teeth regiment that is accustom to my mornings and I get ready to head to work.
-Laptop
check
-Cell phone
check
-Car Keys
check
-iPod nano for Tom
check
-Wallet
....
Where did my wallet go? So I spend the next 45 minutes or so looking for the dreaded piece of molded leather only to find naught but a hint of it's moorific existence. I panic.
Everything is in my wallet, Social security number, credit card, health card, driver's license, birth certificate, health insurance for out of country stuff, my DCI membership. Balls.
I wake my Dad up, ask him in a brisk tone if he's seen the shred of leather to which he quickly replies, 'No son, did you check your car?' So I go off into the massively awesome german piece of machinery that is my automobile and dance merrily around as I look for that stupid piece of leather that seems to contain all the nessicary documentation of life. Oooo, french fries from Sunday night... world of darkness books... DND character... guitar picks. No wallet to be found. Nope.
I head back into the house and make a call, "Hello Tim, It's Matt... y'know that idiot you employ for IT services at your place? Yeah, well I'm going to be late today... oh I kinda uhh... Lost my wallet. Yea... sorry your printer problem will have to wait a bit. Sorry" With that harrowing phone call out of the way I wake my mom up to see if she might be on the down low.
"Mom, hey.... sorry to wake you up... but have you seen my wallet?"
"No... did you check behind your computer?"
AHA! I never thought of that, perhaps that sneaky piece of deceased bovine wriggled his way behind my PC... and off I go!
Nope, just headphones and a tangle of wires that look more like a bird's nest then anything resemebling a computer system.
God damnit. No license, not safe to drive.... I wonder how much the old man likes me today.
"Hey Dad, you wonderful guy you, what with the strong muscles and amazing mascu...."
I was cut off.
"What do you want, Matt... you only say that if it is somethign that'll either piss me off or cost me money."
"Can you drive me to the gas station where I last remember using my wallet? And then perhaps to work?"
"Yea, sure. Let me get dressed... fuckit I'll buy you a coffee too."
"Dad, you're awesome."
"I know."
Off we go to the PetroCanada which I happen to fuel up at most of the time. The distinct roar of his newly rented Chev Malibu preens happily as we coast along highway 42. With a screech we pull up to the the seemingly deserted gas station and I hop out, sauntering in my black t-shirt and bluejeans.
"Hello there miss, I'm wondering if you could help me with a little problem I'm having?"
"I'll try" smiled a slightly smug gas-station attendent, who couldn't have been more then 16. She pushed her dirty blonde hair over her smudged glasses.
"By any chance have you seen a small squarelike piece of leather, fabricated in such a way as to hold a cornucopia of cards and identification papers?"
"A wallet?"
"Yes, a brown one."
"No, can't say I have."
"Well thank you kindly and you have yourself a nice day."
Disheartened I trudged back to the purring Malibu, shimmeringly goldly in the early morning HEAT (It's 9 am... and its 35... seriously what the fuck.) I hop into the nicely chillded mobile.
"No luck?"
"No luck."
"Coffee?"
"Coffee."
And we drive into Tim Horten's, the brew doesn't sait my anguish in the slightest. As a wise man once put it... "Balls"
I pull into work, unload myself into my office, explain my situation to my ever-so gossipy co-workers and sit at my desk. Pouring my heart out onto this electronic piece of marvel known only as my blog.
So what have I learned from this experience? Being that I'm a firm believer in Karma, negative and positive energy and all of that fun stuff.
I'm an idiot.
negativeFlux at 9:36 AM
Blade slung over backwards,
Pointing to the sky--strung out like diamonds,
Can't find solace in something that-
Something that isn't there,
Free me.
Burn it down
Boil it red
Tell the folks that I'm not dead
Break it off
Tear it away
Tell em that I won't stay
Shattered metals lies front,
Thrust into the ground--bent up like wires,
Can't bring me down into this place,
Don't let me fall again,
Kill me
Burn it down
Boil it red
Tell the folks that I'm not dead
Break it off
Tear it away
Tell em that I can't stay
Remade into something new,
Brought out from the forged--Glistening like new,
Blood drips and I'm left with nothing,
I won't fail again,
Bleed me
Burn it down
Boil it red
Tell the folks that I'm dead
Break it off
Tear it away
Tell em that I'm here to stay
negativeFlux at 11:08 AM So, I didn't die.
I'm tired as hell.
But I didn't die.
On a side note
Will someone please run a game in the WoD setting. I'd kill to actually be a player in a WoD game. I don't care if it's Mage, Werewolf, Vampire, Mortal stuff doesn't matter. I just want to be a player. I'll even let you use any of my source books and I have everything else on pdf!
!!!!
negativeFlux at 10:42 AM Wish me luck everybody.
Working from 8:00am to 5:00pm at Ryerson then from 5:3opm to 11:30pm at Silver City.
Should be interesting to see exactly how crazy I go. I feel bad for whoever is working at Pizza Hut while I'm at Starbucks...
*cackle*
negativeFlux at 2:09 PM So I just got back from Tristan's awesome place in Port Bruwell, Ontario and I must say it was a very awesome weekend. Musical jam sessions, drinking, fireworks and fire pits... good times were had by all.
But as I get back I have this distinct foreboding feeling coupled with a fair amount of apathy. Not really sure why but I'm just feeling rather bored/careless with pretty much everything at the moment.
Maybe it'll pick up later in the week.
negativeFlux at 11:55 AM LMAO
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Moderate |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very High |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Moderate |
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
negativeFlux at 10:55 AM So many things in this world I don't understand.
So little time to figure everything out.
So many things I really really want to understand.
No idea how to go about it either.
So I guess, in order for me to understand everything, I'll have to figure out a way to live forever.
negativeFlux at 2:18 PM Crisis averted.
All situations normal.
Was under my bed!
negativeFlux at 12:21 PM
Now, I'm not normally one to be angry but the past two days I'm fairly certain I could strangle and throttle a certain person into oblivion. That person being myself.
Not only did I get sick on monday and feel like shit both emotionally and physically for the entire day but I also seemed to have had my wallet lost and/or stolen.
On the first topic of note, had a rough day at work that was coupled with a seething ache in my stomach that happily presented itself while I was out in the plant. After I got home, I laid down in hopes that perhaps it would abade so as I could go hang out with Natalie that night. No luck with that, the cantankerous pain built up inside my stomach/large intestine was too strong and I begrudgingly succumbed to the slight relief that is pepto bismal. I gave Nat a call, unknowing if she'd understand, and cancelled said rendevous. Then went back to lay down, only to have my mind wrought with the idea that I pissed her off intensely and that she hated me. I had no rational reason to think any of this other then the stewing beast basking in my bowels. So, the rest of my night was spent in a vicious battle with my own psyche.
Peachy.
Luckily, she called me later that night and assured me that I was, in fact, a blithering idiot and it was all in my head. Self-imposed disaster subdued and destroyed.
Today, well moreso this morning but I digress, I was greeted happily with the whizzing whirr of my alarm clock which is becoming increasingly familiar as a sign that I'll be sweating buckets on my way to work. (For fuck's sakes, it's almost 40C out) I get up and do the whole shower, eat, brush teeth regiment that is accustom to my mornings and I get ready to head to work.
-Laptop
check
-Cell phone
check
-Car Keys
check
-iPod nano for Tom
check
-Wallet
....
Where did my wallet go? So I spend the next 45 minutes or so looking for the dreaded piece of molded leather only to find naught but a hint of it's moorific existence. I panic.
Everything is in my wallet, Social security number, credit card, health card, driver's license, birth certificate, health insurance for out of country stuff, my DCI membership. Balls.
I wake my Dad up, ask him in a brisk tone if he's seen the shred of leather to which he quickly replies, 'No son, did you check your car?' So I go off into the massively awesome german piece of machinery that is my automobile and dance merrily around as I look for that stupid piece of leather that seems to contain all the nessicary documentation of life. Oooo, french fries from Sunday night... world of darkness books... DND character... guitar picks. No wallet to be found. Nope.
I head back into the house and make a call, "Hello Tim, It's Matt... y'know that idiot you employ for IT services at your place? Yeah, well I'm going to be late today... oh I kinda uhh... Lost my wallet. Yea... sorry your printer problem will have to wait a bit. Sorry" With that harrowing phone call out of the way I wake my mom up to see if she might be on the down low.
"Mom, hey.... sorry to wake you up... but have you seen my wallet?"
"No... did you check behind your computer?"
AHA! I never thought of that, perhaps that sneaky piece of deceased bovine wriggled his way behind my PC... and off I go!
Nope, just headphones and a tangle of wires that look more like a bird's nest then anything resemebling a computer system.
God damnit. No license, not safe to drive.... I wonder how much the old man likes me today.
"Hey Dad, you wonderful guy you, what with the strong muscles and amazing mascu...."
I was cut off.
"What do you want, Matt... you only say that if it is somethign that'll either piss me off or cost me money."
"Can you drive me to the gas station where I last remember using my wallet? And then perhaps to work?"
"Yea, sure. Let me get dressed... fuckit I'll buy you a coffee too."
"Dad, you're awesome."
"I know."
Off we go to the PetroCanada which I happen to fuel up at most of the time. The distinct roar of his newly rented Chev Malibu preens happily as we coast along highway 42. With a screech we pull up to the the seemingly deserted gas station and I hop out, sauntering in my black t-shirt and bluejeans.
"Hello there miss, I'm wondering if you could help me with a little problem I'm having?"
"I'll try" smiled a slightly smug gas-station attendent, who couldn't have been more then 16. She pushed her dirty blonde hair over her smudged glasses.
"By any chance have you seen a small squarelike piece of leather, fabricated in such a way as to hold a cornucopia of cards and identification papers?"
"A wallet?"
"Yes, a brown one."
"No, can't say I have."
"Well thank you kindly and you have yourself a nice day."
Disheartened I trudged back to the purring Malibu, shimmeringly goldly in the early morning HEAT (It's 9 am... and its 35... seriously what the fuck.) I hop into the nicely chillded mobile.
"No luck?"
"No luck."
"Coffee?"
"Coffee."
And we drive into Tim Horten's, the brew doesn't sait my anguish in the slightest. As a wise man once put it... "Balls"
I pull into work, unload myself into my office, explain my situation to my ever-so gossipy co-workers and sit at my desk. Pouring my heart out onto this electronic piece of marvel known only as my blog.
So what have I learned from this experience? Being that I'm a firm believer in Karma, negative and positive energy and all of that fun stuff.
I'm an idiot.
negativeFlux at 9:36 AM
name: matt
age: 20
location: windsor
bday: nov 6, 1985
likes: music, friends
dislikes: tomatos
quote: "it's never just a game when you're winning" - George Carlin