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Psychos Log Feb 20 2003
Yet Another Rant By Me
Hello my fellow
readers in the past 4 years I have been bound and gagged by my life, parents,
and teachers. My friends have abandoned me, my parents have split up, my dogs
were given away, the house I grew up in was sold, and my mom moved into her
fathers house in Niagara falls. My father has moved into this shit-ass little
apartment and all I have known has been lost. Now I'm not complaining, this life
is fine but what I'm complaining about this week is the fact that adults try to
comandeer our lives, By ordering us around, telling us what to do, what to wear,
where to go, and when to go there. Now doesn't this seem a little retarded? I
ask you, should they be allowed to rule our lives. I say no, we will not be
pushed around just because they're older than we are. All my life I have been
told to listen to adults and do what they tell you, well I'm going to throw a
little sentence back in their faces they use all to much: If an adult tells you
to jump off a bridge will you do it? HA! I think not. Now, most adults think I'm
a little hooligan who should get the electric chair. well I say go ahead but
while I'm frying like a piece of Texas toast I ask you to consider the
following. Now about the teachers who think they own us and ride our Asses like
a Donkey. I think they should be sent back to school to learn a thing or too by
teachers just like them, so they can see what they do to us. The teachers who
don't like you and are only interested in cashing their big fat paychecks sicken
me, they go around the school like they're king shit, and they order us around.
Now for this whole thing about not being able to wear excessive piercing's and
not being able to wear more than one chain around our necks, well isnt this a
little idiotic? It's just another way for big brother to screw his little
siblings. C'mon people this is just how we express ourselves, you think that we
are going to mug you or kill you just because we have a Mohawk and blue hair.
Were just normal kids trying to fit in and this is how we do it. One by one the
rules are thickening until finally the long arms of the law throttle us in our
sleep. You adults are going too far with the rules and one day somebody is going
to speak out and say: Hey! What the hell? When that day comes, you are going to
die of a heart attack because you will be so shocked that one of the little
twerps spoke up! Man, you piss me off. You single out the people you think are
freaks then you quarantine them like a Trojan virus on a computer until they
stand up straight, tuck in their shirts, and are little versions of yourselves.
Moreover, whats with the lunch ladies, what crawled up their butts and died?
They act as if we killed theyre kids, they think I'm going to steal something
every time I come in there. Whats with the cafeteria food? If I smacked
Charbonneu upside the head with one of the cafeterias muffins he would die of
severe head trauma.
Psychos Log
Feb 22, Saturday 2003
Yet another
Rant by me
Hello again my fellow prisoners. If you are reading this you
no doubt liked the previous edition of The Psychos Log and remember for a copy
of this edition or any other edition just email me at agent_667@hotmail.com with
the date of the edition you want. Now to get down to business. In the recent
weeks of my life I have been put in a class where the school board has made an
attempt to silence the incessant ramblings of a crazy person. (That would be
me), it sucks like hell because we are cut off from all our
friends/boyfriends/girlfriends, and we have been placed in a world where comedy
is a necessity to keep from insanity. And where we are allowed to listen to CD
players and eat so that we dont go insane with rage and kill the teachers. Think
of it as a bargaining chip. Anyway the class is like being in grade 2 because we
get snack time we get recess and we get potty breaks. Now Im not one of those
people who uses self-pity schemes to get people to listen to me so if you dont
want to listen to me just STOP READING right now stop it! still here eh? Well
shall I continue? ahem. since you're still here I will take on a topic you will
undoubtedly enjoy, the principals. They walk around the school like they are god
and they invented e-mail. Well I got news for them, they arent gods and they
sure as hell arent smart enough to invent anything. And if youre in their office
and getting bitched down by one of them theyre probably saying stuff like "we're
trying to help" you and, "Im not the bad guy, Im trying to be youre friend"
Which is total and utter bullshit! a few years ago in grade 8 I almost
killed a kid and the principal is sitting there bitching me out for 2 hours in
his office when it was the kids fault for stabbing me in the first place! And
thats another thing, do you know why the principals office is always facing a
window and when you sit down in his office you have the sunlight directly in
your eyes? Its because when you have a light in your face and youre being
interrogated in his office you get intimidated by the light and they try to make
you slip up by saying stuff you didnt say just to get you to change your story
and catch you in the act and screw you. Well thats the end of this rant L8er
Jan, 24 2004
Hello my fellow readers, i guess you have noticed that i havent been updating
my page as often as i used to. well this is because i have been "detained".
People seem not to notice me, but i notice them, its quite the opposite really,
people i am friends with i know nothing about and seem to find a new thing out
about them everyday, and people i dont even know, i know plenty about them like
where they went to school, addresses, phone numbers, emails, etc, i end up
finding out so much about them that i feel that i actually know them, like i am
friends with them. But in the back of my mind i know it isn't true. And i am
ripped back to reality by the spine and shoved in the dirt as they rush to
class. Using my "Tools". I can find anybody on the net no matter where they are
as long as they have a source of reference such as a phone number or an
electrical bill. I have attempted to contact these people and become friends
with them but after about 15 minutes of talking they stop and go offline. Never
to be heard from again. Now this may seem sad to you and indeed it is. This is
most likely another factor to the never ending ball of yarn strung by my life to
strangle me. As i sit here listening to my music i can't help but think about
this trueley interesting girl i have known for 5 months. She went to my
highschool and was even in my classs. thats how i came to know her. I think of
myself as a daemon. (Pronounced "day-mon")
This is a computer program that runs
in the background so to speak. it runs without you even knowing but is very
effecient. and is very hard to find. This in a nutshell is me. If you were to
ask somebody who knows alot of people who i was then you might get an answer
like this"i went to elementary school with that kid, he's psychotic" or "who the
hell is that?" These are the reactions of people who have known and chosen to
forget and people who never knew me in the first place, this is the norm and it
will always be. If any of you reading are on certain "drugs" no i dont mean pot,
crack, or any other illegal shit (by the way every body i know is a drunk or a
druggie)i mean anti-depressants such as effexor like i am on. i have been on
this drug for 4 years now and i was only suppposed to be on it for 4 months. I have
become dependant on this drug for my daily life. I was originally put on this
drug because my parents split up. and i didnt react. meaning i didnt cry i didnt
yell, i just didnt do anything. and they thought that ther was something wrong
with that. I can't just bottle it up till i eventually climb a clock tower with
an UZI and pick off a few people before the cops shoot me down just for the hell
of it!!. Anyways i had better get going, last time I wrote one of these rants I
got suspended for threatening the principals life. Incidently it was the one
about Charbonnou getting hit in the head with a muffin. Take that yah dumb
fuck, try to control me will you.