Hello city - you found an enemy in me

I will give you an update before I start ranting. I lost my fingernail. That's right, the nail I caught in a window two months ago. Finally gone. I have a little new one now. There we go. I can start my rant.

My notes about blogging in school said not to write when you're in a bad mood. But what can you do when this stupid city gets you down constantly. Number one city to live in? Ha! Not in a million years.

I don't know how to put it into words that can explain exactly what is wrong with this place, when so much seems out of place. It's like the city has a hidden, filthy wound that you notice after living here for a while. I am sorry that I can't move away right now. I don't like it here.

What gets me down the most is obviously the people. If people were okay, this city would be okay. Not great, but okay. I have no idea who planned this city, and if anyone took any time to plan this city, because it surely doesn't seem to be functioning in any kind of way. Nothing works, people are completely incompetent, nobody knows what the hell they are talking about and how things are supposed to work, and you are left crushed between the wheels of the machinery, slowly dragging everyone out to sea, to certain doom, drowning us all in cold, black water, and we could all be saved if we just took the time to look each other in the eyes, figured out how to set rules and standards, how things should work, and drag ourselves back onto land. But we don't. We don't give a shit about anything but ourselves. I am going completely numb to others just by living here. Nobody makes way for you when you walk down the street. Nobody smiles. Nobody says anything. People listen to loud music on the bus trying to isolate themselves from everybody else, then shaking their umbrella over you or just plain crashing into you, not caring who gets in their way. Complete zombies in lululemon-attire. And don't get me started on the drivers. They are the biggest reason why I feel frustrated right now. You have no idea how many times I've seen people blatantly disregarding stop-signs on Main-street. "Oh, big deal, it's just a stop-sign" you might be thinking. But it's not just a stop-sign when I am just about to cross the road and it's free until an idiot driver pulls up in front of me, blocking my path, despite them actually not having any right to, and so I am forced to change my path, I walk around the goddamn car, and stare angrily at the idiot driver, most likely talking on their cell phone. Hell, I almost got ran over just now walking home, by a girl trying to make a right turn while I had a green light. And this happens about three times a day. And it's even worse when they do it on a busy crosswalk with lights, thus forcing you out in the path of traffic. I don't get it!!! What is wrong with people? Is there something in the water? Something wrong with the school system? Maybe nobody actually listens in driving school? People here are complete idiots! And I hope I don't have to tell you that yes, there are obviously exceptions, and I know some lovely people in this city, but why are they so few and far between? What the hell?

I need to get out of here.



All we are is entertainment
Caught up in our own derangement
Tell us what to say and what to do
All we are are pretty faces
Picture perfect bottled rage
Packaged synthesized versions of you

The new place

Heeey! I'm back. I know you missed me. I've been busy! The move went well, and we're settled in, and I'm hanging out in our little basement slash log cabin slash spider haven. We live underneath a couple (he is a lawyer, she is a pianist), and we can hear them walking around really loud, moving chair, talking on the phone, and now, PLAYING JAZZ! Aaargh! Make it stop! I had to put on some loud Anti-Flag so that my head not explode. God. If there is anything I cannot tolerate, it is definitely jazz. It is just so all over the place, and the bass goes like dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum without stop. God. Agh. Pain and misery. Thank goodness for punk rock.

So yeah! The move. We got a lot of help from Chris' parents and step-parents, which was aaawesome because it is quite hard to move using of overcrowded buses. I will post some PICTURES in this blog entry! Woohey! And check out the map I made! In Illustrator! And we haven't even covered Illustrator in school yet! Look look! ;)



The scale is completely off, I just wanted to give you an idea of what this place is like, layout-wise. For example, we do not have that much space behind the computer desk. We have like half a meter. And our kitchen chairs are all the same size. And we do not have a jumbo size washer and dryer.. I just wanted to make something fun. It's not like I have homework to do or anything... Wait, yes I do. But it's easy photoshop stuff! What is not as easy however is css. It's logical, but man, it takes time to make anything function the way I want it.

But enough rambling - here are the pictures I promised!