The twists and turns of fate.

I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve rightfully posted on my blog. If I’m going to keep paying for the hosting that keeps this domain up, I might as well make use of it. Anything other than that is just a waste of bandwidth and money.

 So much has happened since I’ve last posted, a lot of which is trivial, but all of which is very taxing on my stress threshold.

 I’ve quit Wendy’s (finally) because of a situation of questionable morals with the managers. A new employee (who is a girl)  got promoted to a manager position in favor of another girl who has worked there longer, is much more mature and more capable, but ultimately less pretty than the girl who found favor in the managers. I, being as moral-bound as I am (which I sometimes condemn myself for) decided to file a formal grievance against the responsible manager, and at the same time, I turned in my two-week’s notice. In any case, nothing changed, and it’s just gotten worse since I left.

On a lighter note, I now work at Waffle House, as a waiter. Hopefully, this will be a temporary postition until I garner enough confidence to move on to be a cook. It seems to be a nice place to work, but I’m going to give it a while to see what it’s like and not run on a first impression. The last time I did that, I got screwed over five times easy.

I’ve also taken on a more cynical outlook on the world. Each day that passes, I become more annoyed, irriated, and aggrivated about people. As unhealthy as it may be for me, I don’t care. I really do hate people, and the the reasons why I should are only renewed everyday. Somewhere down the road, I may choose apathy over anger, but for now, my cyniscism is my key to survival.

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Unusually, the writing of this post has taken place over the last week or two, the delays kept fresh by my involvement in the vocal prgram, my new job, and my hectic life in general. It seems that I have been reminded of a couple of things during the time that has passed between opposite sides of the dashes. There are a certain amount of things that I have done and will do in my life that will go unrewarded or otherwise unnoticed. The effort I put into something can either cause what I’m focused on to flourish into something beautiful, or fail miserably and fall into decay. More times than not, the result will be the latter, and for what what reason? Other than the fact that Fate is an asshole, most people can’t appreciate what they have, or what they can have. Because of this depreciation, what may have grown into something strong and wonderous is now a pile of broken dreams and lost hopes, an obstacle that can be heart-breaking and gut-wrenching to overcome.

Despite this, one must learn to move on. Something that may fail can be viewed either as a roadblock, or a valuable lesson. Hardships will be encountered in life, despite the status you may believe yourself to be. No matter how invincible you may feel, fate can and will find a way to hurt you. Fate will either punish you, or teach you a lesson, the effectiveness of which is exclusively determined by you. No matter how screwed over by fate you may feel, you must always find a way to move on, because if current events are hard to live with, and you dwell on them, you’ll find that they will eat at you, constantly. They will depress you. They will numb you. They will destroy you. Any mountain can be climbed, as long as the climber has the determination and committment to reach the peak, and not let the trials that precede that hinder him. No matter what your sky may be, it can be reached, if you just constanly look ahead, past what may stop you.

Thanks for your time,
Michael

Appearing o’er the horizon, it’s… me!

So, it turns out it’s been quite a while since I’ve last updated my blog, and during my unannounced leave of absense, it turns out that my website garnered an innumerable amount of visitors, and by extension, comments. Albeit, the vast majority of the comments were either spam, or otherwise, very close to spam, although they were so close to actual comments it was scary. It turns out that all I had to do was look at the email adresses, and sure enough, the were resemblant of pornography and various other explicit material not suitable for a standard post. I even though that they may have used a false email adress, just to be stupid, but no; it was on nearly every last one of them. And I say “every last on of them” only for the reason that I stopped looking at them after about the 25th spammed comment. Be that as it may, I’ll leave them there, for they contain of wealth of knowledge and are saturated in deep, profound, messages.

 On a completely different note, life has treated me exceptionally well, albeit chaos-ridden more than once. And on that topic, I am now unemployed (hopefully only temporarily),  because of a situation between the managers and employees that involves sexual favortism, and ending with me filing a formal grievance against the manager with wich most of the fault lies. In short, it has been enjoyably stressful, and it will hopefully be over for a while. But I doubt that seeing as I have to pay two different orginizations $300 dollars, one of which is to go to New York next year, the other to go to Mexico this summer, which means that I need to find a new job as quickly as possible, or my plans will be ruthlessly shattered. But I’ll figure something out.

 Anywho, I’m going to end off here, so enjoy my words before I’m gone for a long time once again (of course, hopefully not). Also, check out my poetry, as I’ve got quite a few new ones I need to put up, all of them new and my best work yet.

 Thank you for your time,
Michael

Well, it has certainly been a while.

Oh my, it’s been more than a week since I let out my anger in a fury of words mixed with annoyance and chivalry, and although I tried to make my rant as meaningful as possible, the effectiveness of it is only as good as the people who read it, and I, unfortunately, have no idea what that number of readers is. I can only hope that someone did read it, and that it did indeed change the outlook of at least some people in this socially-declining world.

Anywho, Lost, on Thursday, was freaking awesome, like should be expected from the world’s greaest TV show ever. We’re finally starting to see some of the many, many, many loose ends being tied up, and in three seasons, I can definately see a great series finale being unveiled, as much as I dread it.

So, I ordered a CD, Dream Theater’s “official bootleg” of them playing their debut album in its entirety on its 15th birthday. It provided a chance for me to hear a song of theirs I previously had known existed, but never heard, called “to Live Forever.” Good song, written back in ‘89, when they still had Dominici. It was a great piece, and I greatly enjoyed listening to the latest addition in my DT collection.

I am also reading Dean Koontz’s From the Corner of his Eye, a book that is quickly proving itself to me a literary masterpiece, and quickly making Dean Koontz my favorite author, all started after reading his Forever Odd. I adore his style of writing, and his multitude of more than memorable characters. He might not be as supernatural-oriented
as Stephen King, he throws a devilish little twist in his stories, and is very persuasive, if inadvertently so. He made me feel sympathetic towards a sadistic serial killer with emotions strewn every which way. Amazing.

Anywho, I’m going to turn in for the night, I’ve got to get a good night’s sleep one of these days.

From the corner of your eye,

Michael

Poetry Comments

Please, share them with me. I am more than eager to know what you of my poetry, and discover the new paths I can take.

I’ll provide a link to this post on the poetry page as to provide easy access to a place where my readers can leave their comments.

Thanks,
Michael

What have people become? - Michael is pissed at people.

And very much so indeed. My last post progressed into something of a rant on the same issue I am about to lose my nerve on, but now, it keeps proving to be true so much it’s annoying. The truth is: people are inconsiderate. Albeit, there are exceptions, but the general American population is comprised of individuals who care about nothing but said individual. In this day and age, no one cares about any other person but themselves. Its prominence is seen on the streets, in the hallways, and even on the news.

 Last night, the news was on, and I decided to watch it. One of the topics was a disabled woman who was put on hold when she called 9-1-1. Already, it sounds just horrible, no? This woman is in bed, and somehow, it catches fire. She’s unable to get out of bed on her own, so she calls Emergency. She tries to get through, six times, and the moment she finally does, she’s put on hold. Put on hold after calling 9-1-1? What the hell? And when they had more than enough people working the area? What the hell?

She, of course, details her conflict, saying her bed is fully inflamed, and she is disabled. I can’t remember the exact length of time it took to get there, but needless to say, they didn’t get there in short enough time. The woman died. She died of smoke inhalation because she couldn’t get out of bed. She couldn’t get out of bed because she was disabled. She wasn’t helped because the people who are supposed to help others in a situation like this did  nothing. A poor woman died because the people who are supposed to help others held little to no regard for a human life.

It went on to say that the employees were disciplined, but not fired. What the hell? They cause a woman to die because they took their sweet time getting to her house? It may be me going over the top, but regardless, I personally believe they should get tried for manslaughter. What they did was wrong. What they did should not have happened. If these were truly good people, a disabled woman would still be alive and I wouldn’t have to go on about this. But they’re not. They held no regard for any other individual except for themselves. They knew the conflict. They knew the situation at hand, and still did nothing to save a woman’s life. Why has humanity sunk to such a level that people begin to die because others just don’t care? Why have we all lost the respect and regard for others that used to be so prominent in society? Why?

People are shallow. People are cold. People care about their individual selves. Especially in this situation. They do what they do because they’re supposed to care about another human’s life, but still, a woman dies. Why?

Today’s way of thinking forbids the mentality of manners, making it unacceptable to say a simple “thank you” in a fast food drive-thru, or to watch where they’re walking in a crowded hallway, or worse, stand in the middle of it, expecting people to just walk around them, as if they bloody own society. Why?

The degredation of how people think has long been rubbed raw, but is it too late to restore it? Is there a hope to restore a broken society? Have we truly sunk too deep to swim back to the surface of consideration? Perhaps, but I refuse to fall in the same pit so many others have found themselves blissfully trapped. I may be just one man, and I may not make so much as a dent in the minds of people, but I am still going to take my stand. I am going to try and make as much of a difference in this shallow world as I can?

What are you going to do?

Michael

Now you have received us…

We do not ask for your poor or your hungry. We do not want your tired and sick. It is your corrupt we claim. It is your evil that will be sought by us. With every breath, we shall hunt them down. Each day we will spill their blood til it rains down from the skies.

Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal, these are principles which every man of every faith can embrace. These are not polite suggestions — these are codes of behavior. And those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.

There are varying degrees of evil, we urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain. But if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three and on that day you will reap it. And we will send you to which ever god you wish.

And shepherds we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee, power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. We shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

The last few days have been, for the most part, dull and stressfull, but Sunday night, it was made up to me whenever I watched a movie called “The Boondock Saints.” It’s a crime drama revolving around two Irish twins, who after killing two Russian Mafia thugs in self-defense, decide to cleanse their city of Bosty of evil. Many events happen down the line, finally climaxing with the powerful speech I put in the beginning of my post. It was an intense movie, which kept my eyes open throughout the night until it was done, and it ends leaving the viewer questioning the limits of morals.

They never killed an innocent man. They only killed the most evil of men. Are they justified in what they do, or are they just as sick and twisted as those they kill? The movie made one extremely valid point, about those who witness evil occuring and do absolutely nothing about it. What has society become? What have people become? How have we become a society that idly sits by and observes the evil growing exponentially until it is too out of hand? What have happened to consideration and compassion? Is it really so damn difficult for one human being to care for the well-being of another? Where have we gone?

My rant aside, I can explain that I loved the movie, which had so many memorable moments, and inspired me artistically and emotionally. Now, I’m not going to hit the streets with a gun in tow and start shooting every yo-yo and thug I see, but I feel I have a need to stand up and give my efforts in opening up the mind of society and changing the way we treat one another.

If you haven’t noticed, I changed the layout and theme of the site in a way that I think is much better. I’ve also fixed a few typoes in my poems and corrected the ordering of “One.” Everything is much nicer than ever before!

I am also composing a new song, the music of which is pieced together from a few piano riffs I came up with. I’m also working on the lyrics for it, so hopefully it will turn out well. When it’s done, I might record it and put it up, or better yet, I can make a MIDI!

I have been further inspired! I think that I’ll start composing music regulary with a MIDI composer and putting them up on the site for all ears to hear. I think I just might do that.

Well, with that in tow, I think I’ll let off here, leaving you to soak in everything I’ve said, because I’m horribly tired, and out of things to say.

Boom.

Michael

A couple of updates… and Lost!

After the events of successfully integrating my poetry into the blog, I was further inspired to add even more content, if only for aesthetic purposes.

 I’ve added an “About me” page, for anyone who cares to know more about me than what they can garner through my posts. Next to that I have also added a “Contact me” page, which shows how my readers (as few as they may be) can contact me.

Apart from that, I have nothing much to say, except…

…LOST IS ON TONIGHT!

Season four, episode two, being titled “Confirmed Dead,” promises to be to be as intense and attention-grasping as the premiere, and I for one am anticipating finding out more about this orginization that promises to get the survivors off the island. Some questions I have are: Who the hell are they? Are they the Hanso Foundation? Why are they so pissy about Naomi? Ummm…. what the hell?

 Needless to say, I will be excited when the time comes to sit in front of my TV and gorge myself with a mystery that will be solved in three more years.

 Now, I have absolutely nothing to say. Well… maybe not absolutely nothing, but anything that anybody would be interested in. I bid you all (as few…) farewell.

Farewell,

Michael

The Wednesday after the Tuesday

Wow, that happened rather quickly. It appears that I have completed my goal to connect with a French student! I decided to talk to Luke (that’s his name) about - what else - Kyo. We discussed them, what our favorite song was by them, and then shared the music that we listen to individually. He showed me a band called Science, and I introduced him to Dream Theater. After we parted ways for the day, a deluge of euphoria was washed over me, and I was eager to share my experience with my contemporaries.

With that in tow, I’ll hopefully befriend even more of the French students, armed only with my liking of Kyo, and win the hearts of my foreign counterparts.

In other news: I have successfully integrated my poetry into my website. All you have to do is click that rectangular link labeled “Poetry” at the top of the screen. Simple as that.

Anywho, I must take my leave now, so you must now survive my absence.

Au revoir,

Michael

By jove, and a thousand hoorahs!

I am filled with an unreasonable amount of joy and excitement, and I feel as if I could jump straight out of the very skin I’ve had since birth.

-Quick subject change-

I’ve just realized how odd it is that our bodies and being grow from two seperate entities that causes a mass of cells to grow for nine months until it forms another living, breathing being out of nothing, the thing of which continues to grow at a steady rate, from a length of one foot, being just an adorable little mass of chubby flesh, to the slender, five to six foot adults we become. You know what else is crazy? Apart from my ridiculously long run-on sentence, birth is an inexplicable occurance, which alone makes me believe that a greater mind is at work (not “God”).

But back to my original subject.

French students are at my academic institute! It fills me with such joy to connect culturally with people my age half a world away. I am always excited to experience the cultures of other nations an share mine with the people. I hope, with an unquenchable force, that I befriend at least one of the 30-something foreign-exchange students. Honestly, that would be one of the greatest things to me. I can’t properly convey the emotion I would feel with words typed up with a cell phone. Needless to say, I would be eternally in a state of bliss.

Apart from that, but relating in a way to that, there was a French girl I conversed with regulary on MSN Messenger a couple of years ago, back when it was still called that. In one of our conversations, she mentioned Kyo, a French rock group, and I, having Limewire at the the time, decided to look into them. In no time at all, I was entranced by them, and they quickly became one of my favorites, despite me only downloading two or three songs from each of their three albums. I had never thought of ordering the physical CD’s online, until last week, when I was inspired to do so by the approaching arrival of the French students. I received all three in the mail today, and I was brimming with joy, despite being temporarily doused with having to go to work, but I am now able to relish in the overwhelming joy as I expose my ears and mind to a more-than-complete foreign musical experience. I am still excited about the foreign students, but this gives the whole thing a nifty little edge, allowing me to connect with my new piers in ways that supercedes my fellow academics!

Be I foolish or delightfully clever, I’ll leave you, the reader, to decide. In the meantime, I can be found lost in the realm of REM sleep.

From where dream and day unite,

Michael

Happy February 1st!

As meaningless a day it may be, why can’t we celebrate the fortunes and moments of bliss that occur in our everyday lives? I for, one, have many things to be happy about! For one, the fourth season premiere of Lost was aired last night, and though I had to surpress the urine from leaving my bladder as I anticipated the arrival of the episode, I managed to sit through the entire thing, left drained afterwards. Although I would post an extensive review, the few readers I may have may not share my particular interest in Lost, so I will save you (whoever you may be) the burden.

On a completely different note, French foreign-exhange students are coming to my school! I look forward forward to showing them my side of American culture, although I can’t figure out why, of all places in the US, they chose Oklahoma! That seems to be the most “out there” location to send foreign students  to, but at least we get to reap the benefits of having a relatively decent education system.

 This just in: GermX does NOTHING! Although I don’t know the reliabilty of such claims, my third period science class got into a debate about the effectiveness of hand sanitizer. The student who instigated the whole thing claimed no reliable sources, and also told the cynics to “Google” it. Hmmm… I for one support the use of hand sanitizers, if only for the mere fact that they use alcohol. That might help just a little bit. I mean, the whole sterilization thing in hospitals… Hmmm…

 Anywho, check out BlogCatalog… register… join my groups… ;)

I’m out of things to say, so I’ll leave off here until I have something of more interest.

 Ta ta for now,

Michael