Yay it's that time of the year again! Since we represent like 0.035% of the world, I didn't think this belonged in general. Anyway I was just wondering what you guys were doing for this faithful evening!
I wanted to attend the big celebrations in QC City but it's too far and I'm too lazy. So a nice fire in the woods with lots of alcohol is basically what's going to happen for me. So if any of you are lamers and/or nerds and have nowhere to go, PM and I'll invite you down in my hood! (Laval)
I usually never really speak about my private life on the Internet, but this is something I'm not really willing to share with my friends as it is extremely embarassing. If you don't want to read something with probably lots of angst and venting, stop reading now.
My father and I always had a close relationship. When I was younger, we would do sports together, watch T.V. together, hell pretty much everything together. He was my hero and my idol. I thought we were so alike and always pretty much thought the same way (despite our huge age difference) and that he was the only person that could really understand whatever I'd go through. Until 4 years ago when it all started. My father retired when he was only 52 and I assume that really hit him hard to feel useless. For the first 6 or so years, I was too young to realize who my father really was, as I had always seen him as a thoughtful and intelligent man.
When I was finally old enough to realize that my father got shit drunk every fucking night and went to bed at like 7:30pm every day, I started to see what was going on. One night he actually got so drunk that he fell and punctured his right eye. I just turned 14 then. My father is an average sized man, so my mother and sister weren't able to carry him. I did. I had to drag my father, drunk as fuck and hurt badly to the car and escort him into the hospital. The fucker even threw a fit a the poor doctor who asked him if he had been drinking.
Anyway this is rather irrelevant, but it kinda gives you a general idea of what I've been going through with that man. I used to think it was not my problem and that he was only hurting himself and that he was intelligent enough to realize his wrongs. In two days I will be turning 19 and things have changed for the worst. My father still heavily drinks every night, but now he has changed. He's not the same father that I used to love and look up to. He has turned into a bitter and malicious person who envies my youth and has no regard for other people's emotions. My sister is now 26 so she's not living with us anymore, so now my mother and I have to deal with this.
Life here has become almost unbearable when he's awake. All he does is tell me to do everything in the house when I fucking go to school everyday and try to build my future. Now this I wouldn't mind normally, as I'm sure most of you have heard your father constantly harassing you to mow the fucking lawn etc... But it's not only that. This man as taken it upon himself to make our lives as miserable as his. He gets drunk and then starts to harass me or my mother on the dullest fucking things you can imagine. He usually goes after my mother as he's kinda scared of me and the way I could react. I would never physically harm my father, but he doesn't know that.
Recently, when I was at school, my father got drunk again and started his usual routine... only this time a lot worse then what my mother and I are used to. He took advantage of the fact that I was away to really try and hurt my mother(not physically) by calling her the most awful names you can possibly call your wife. I then came back from school exhausted as fuck with a pile of homeworks to do only to find my mother crying on the sofa. I don't want that to happen again, but I'm not sure where to start.
He completely denies his alcoholism and when I bring up the subject, he accuses me of not being thankful for all he has done for me when I was young, and him sober. I can't have a conversation with that man without him trying to impose his thoughts on mine. I can't even ask him "father to son" questions as he uses it to humiliate me and turn them against me. Basically I live with a very loving mother who's always so sad and a pale shadow of what used to be my father.
I'm 19 and I have a certain amount of money and I could leave but I don't want to let my mother with this man. But worst, I don't want to abandon him into the dark abyss he has surrounded himself with as I still love him despite what he has put us through. But I can't live like this anymore. I know it may seem like a small problem compared to what other people's experiences, but I hate it. I feel like I'm constantly walking on egg shells in here. He doesn't want to hear anything about any sort of exterior help and I don't want to be his watcher and make sure he doesn't drink all the time. He's an adult god damn it.
So any thoughts, ideas or anything really would be appreciated.
Thanks for reading, it helped to write down what I had built inside for so long.
I know that this blog will probably go unnoticed as it isn't signed with a popular name or attached to a great serie of blogs such as Manifesto's and Hot_Bid's, but whatever, this is what blogs are for: to give any dumbass the opportunity to be read. And I sure am a dumbass and therefor qualify for the position.
Anyway, some of you might know that I'm from Montréal, Québec and last week-end, we were celebrating our "national" day. I hate big holidays like this. Why do you need so much fucking preparation? If you want to go to a fun place to celebrate, you NEED to be free for 4 days, drive for 3 hours to go to THE party. I obviously couldn't get a free week-end for this so I ended going to my city's party with a girl from where I work.
Thanks for reading up to here, now it gets good ^^.
So yeah since I'm cheap and lazy, I don't own a car nor have my driver's liscence, so we ended going by bus. A bunch of already drunk kids were already in there, waving Québec flags like there was no tomorrow: the festivities had already started.
I couldn't help but notice that some people in there were out of place. 2 black males, probably cousins of Chamillionaire (they looked like twins to me), were in the back and didn't seem too happy with the ambiance on the bus ride. For a reason still unknown to me, they got into an argument with a rather fat white guy. Obviously the argument didn't last for long as neither of them spoke the other's language.
This is when the shit hit the fan. Manly black guy #1 hit fat kid in the back with 3 fists full of anger. Seemingly unfased, the white guy turned around and was like "Kessé tu veux calisse?" (What the hell do you want?). Then the black guys, seeing their low rates of getting out of the bus ride alive, decided to pull out the ultimate weapon: the pepper spray!
Now I have nothing against self-defense and all, but I think it should be illegal to carry a pepper spray can if you're not a woman. But I have to give him credit tho, he still tried to be manly and/or gangster like while spraying his stuff. His can was inclined on the right side as if he were holding a gun, like a true gangster and shouted:
"WHAT'CHA GONNA DO?"
So basically everyone started choking and crying because he must've sprayed his entire bottle to get out of the bus alive, except me. Being the Starcraft player that I am and high strategist that I think I am, I cleverly opened the window and took a big breathe of fresh air. Miracle! I wasn't choking or crying! Seeing how manly I was, I covered my friend's eyes with my arm and told her not to worry. I immediately took my mind off her so I could watch the whole scene: People crying, choking, swearing and some of them were still drinking.
So after spraying his thing, black guy #1 and #2 had to go over like 20 drunken people to get to the door or they would get slaughtered. I still don't know how they both managed to get out, but they somehow did. A moment later, I saw the funniest image I've ever seen in my life. 20, maybe 30 white guys with beers and flags ran after the two black guys. It was rather short lived. Black people don't win Olympic medals for nothing. Boy they can run. Since the white guys knew they couldn't catch them, they went back to the bus.
The bus driver made us exit the bus for obvious reason. When we got back in, I couldn't help but notice that the black guys' dates were still there; 2 white girls too frightened to say anything. I also noticed another black guy in there. It must've been the worst day of his life. He didn't do shit, but was in a bus filled with drunken and angered white kids screaming "I'M GOING TO KILL THOSE NIGGERS!" through tears. So after a very emotion filled bus ride, we finally arrived at our destination.
Then it happened. Black guys literally came out of the bushes and surrounded the bus. The white guys were going absolutely nuts. My friend was absolutely terrified. She had tears in her eyes and made one of those facial expression you never forget. I was like "Don't worry they like white women."
Anyway, the black guys were on the left side of the bus and we were going out from the right side. I took my friend by the hand and walked out of there like I had a protoss shield. A bunch of aggressive black guys passed by me and I looked at them in the eyes. I was twice the size of them all, so they obviously didn't bother me. When my friend was finally safe and had calmed down, I snuck a peak behind me.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR! Holy fucking shit like 20 black guys and 20 white guys were fighting for their lives! Beer bottles for the white guys, knifes and probably pepper spray for the black guys. Fortunately, no one used weapons. A good old ass whooping! The cops were finally able to seperate everyone. It was the most awesome thing I had ever seen in my life.
Thanks for reading!
BTW I'm sure some of you remember the fat kid who drank a whole bottle of epicac. He strikes back (with a shirt on this time) in a nice little prank I wanted to share with you guys.
Holy crap. As I was writing my previous entry, I threw the content of my ash tray into my trash. I was then typing aggressively as if I feared I'd lose my line of thought, and it happened. Apparently something was still burning in there so it caught on fire with paper.
My first reaction was to find someone somewhere on the Internet to talk to and then say "afk fire". Unfortunately I only found out that smoke annihilation isn't a good thing. I ran upstairs to get my fire extinguisher. I thought I was so clever. Oh my god the mess. My walls, my floor and my hair are white. My trash can is white. My keyboard is weirdly yellow/brownish.
Anyway when you have a small fire like that, use water. Fire extinguishers get a .
So I thought of a commercial for recycling. Don't ask me why.
The guy wakes up, goes to the door and finds that yet again, he didn’t receive his newspaper. Same guy goes into his mailbox, pulls out lots of “LAST WARNING” letters and decides to put it in the recycle bin. He then walks into his kitchen and next thing you know, he finds his newspaper there. There he could both smile and say:
“Recycling rocks!”
He could also just smile and some text would say “Recycling makes good things happen.”
Then whatever you want to put afterwards.
Suggestion: The guy should be an African-American with a morning beard with a few white hair.
I'm sure everyone has experienced something like this. I don't feel too good today (not sick, just not in the mood) so I decide to build up a good lie and call-in sick today. Before I did, I wanted to have a good grasp on how to do it correctly. I've done it countless times before but I felt like it wasn't convincing enough and really felt like a lie. Since I like my co-workers, I wanted to come up with something they would all believe. This is how I found this website: http://www.wikihow.com/Call-in-Sick-When-You-Just-Need-a-Day-Off
If you have time, these are some pretty nice exemple on how to have a quick day-off without hearing the annoying sighs of your boss and co-workers.
Anyway, as I pick one good excuse to be able to go out tonight, my boss completely catches me off guard and calls me before I have the chance to build up something. Worst part is that she asks me if I can get to work earlier. I'm like "Euh no I don't want to come earlier." And she's like "Okay then, see you at 4!" and she hangs up.
I have just endured this painful wait time. It is painful, but you can do stuff while you wait. Here's a quick list I compiled to hopefully help you in your need:
1. Go watch T.V. Anything really. As long as it's able to hook you long enough. Cartoons are awesome for this.
2. Look for more porn. What a better way to notice when your download is over when you keep downloading more? I feels like instant download in a way.
3. Put something in the oven. Something that takes like 30 minutes to bake. You'll be happy to have some hot meal to eat after you're done.
4. Write anything that crosses your mind and do it.
This will probably be the only normal post I'll ever do on this blog. Have you ever noticed how many thoughts (tho most delirious) someone can have when he's high? Plenty. I felt like posting those in the high thread would have been a waste so this blog will now become the window to my pot-filled soul.
Don't worry, I'm not trying to be lame like Chibi. My articles as I will call it will take you in lines of thoughts further then you could imagine.
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