Our fascination with helping the common man succeed, or helping the teenager who doesn’t talk, or someone who is just struggling, is mind-boggling. The level of concern we show and use to help these people are simply stellar, but we don’t delve deeper and ask, “Do they want my help?” Before we actually decide to sit it out on the table and force it on them somewhat.
“Are you okay?”
“Everything going good?”
“Let’s talk about the problems.”
“It’s not going to be any better unless you talk about it and get it off your chest.”

All good questions, if someone wants to answer them. But, most of the time I have seen is the answer, “That’s okay, I am fine.”

But it seems, most people don’t want to leave people alone. They will keep pushing at them and pushing at them, until they get an answer they want or the other person gets angered enough to fume off and tell them no!

And most of the time, they will try and hand us these weird, quick fixes. And the way they think these out are amazing, like…

“Well, if you talk it out…”
“Here is what I do with this situation…”
“God is there for you…”

These quick fixes are nothing more than people being arrogant and telling you how much better they would have done in the situation then the other person. When you get down to it, the people who try to help with the problems, are the ones causing the problems in the community most of the time. Their obsession with making the world a wonderful and amazing place, full of happiness, sunshine, and rainbows, is the real problem with the “communities” of the world now.

These people, the people who are causing the problem, want to see the world through rose-colored glasses and the best it can be, but that is not the case. The world is a horrible place, most the time, and yes, it does have its moments when it is just magical. But, more often than not, the world is a bad place, filled with bad people, wanting to do bad things.

This may sound cynical coming off the page as you read, but look at the facts. Every day, more than 1/3 the population of the United States die in this world, not from natural causes or old age, but from things such as murder, crime, diseases, pandemics, and worst of all, hunger.

The problem people, as I will refer to them, are help in these communities through the world, with providing food to third world countries, or providing help to countries just starting. But, when you delve into helping a country in a war, or just picking fights with countries just because, “They tried to kill my daddy,” angle we all knew G.W. Bush used, it gets a little awkward and causes a stir of bad emotions.

When you get into the whole, “The Problems With My Community,” essay, most teenagers and college kids will right, you will get topics like, drugs, hunger, poverty, and other things amongst that, and you see them write about how they would fix it, they are more often than not, the problem that is wrong with “my” community.

All I am trying to say is, people should just let things be, it will turn out how it will turn out. We don’t have to send out food to every country that has been bombed, we don’t to fight and help in every war in existence, we don’t have to help the single parent who is struggling, and we don’t have to help the teenager who doesn’t talk. Most of the time, these people want to be left alone to battle through own struggles. As a wise man, my father, once told me, “The struggles in life are what makes the person. They must stay strong in these struggles to show true brawn and skill.”

Why do they call it taking a dump, when your actually leaving one?

If you are not part of the solution, you’re a precipitate.

If seeing is believing, why do so many people believe in God?

If a robot does “The Robot”, is it still called “The Robot”, or is it just dancing?

Two wrongs don’t make a right, but two Wrights made a plane.

What in the fuck was the first guy to milk a cow thinking?

The next sentence is true.

The previous sentence is false.

If actions are stronger than words, why is the pen mightier than the sword?

Why do they use sterile needles for lethal injections?

Most people are afraid of death, but most of those people don’t want to live forever.

Why did the Flintstones have Christmas?

If you force sex upon a prostitute, is it rape or shoplifting?

Even if I choose not to decide, I still have made a choice.

They say practice makes perfect, but nothing can be perfect, so why practice?

Even though I know nothing, I know that I know nothing. Which means, I know one thing. Which means, I am back to zero as the thing I thought I knew is actually not true, causing me to know nothing at all.

A man with one watch, knows what time it is. A man with two watches, is never sure.

Even if I clock does not work, it is right at least twice a day.

Do we see colors differently? Is my green, your red? Is my blue, your yellow?

Whenever you see a cake, always assume it is a lie.

Are we humans, or dancers?

Who really did let the dogs out?

Atoms and particles behave in a probabilistic way, but our body and mind are made of atoms and particles? So, how can free will exist?

If nothing matters, does that matter?

Have you ever been telling a joke and stuttered and ruined the punchline?

I have a bad habit of talking to people, and when they start to walk away, I follow for a second and then catch myself.

Whenever I am walking toward someone, and setup for a collision, I try and move to the left, but they always move to the same exact side.

You will always notice when I have nothing to contribute to a conversation, when I check my phone.

Whenever I am asked to dance, I dance for a second, feel weird, then stop.

I always wish there was a bank error in my favor and I get $200 dollars.

Make millions of dollars in ticket sales + die before tour = Michael Jackson.

I want to fuck with the economy so the government will give me a bail out.

If I ever get run over by a car, hopefully it will be an ambulance.

Have you ever done a fake “Force” push and someone actually stumbled in front of you? How awesome does that make you feel!

I didn’t pay my internet bill, but the next day my neighbor got unsecured WiFi.

If I go to jail, I am gonna write a best selling rap song.

I don’t see why everyone complains about lines at the DMV. Everytime I went there I was in and out within fifteen minutes.

Can you like aa man, you never met?

Have you ever became intensely aware of your legs?

I wrote a country song called, “I Should Have Fucked Old Whats-her-name.”

There is a table Tennis Hall of Fame.

The Breakfast Club sucked. Even if the director is dead. Deserved to die for that piece of shit.

I want to know Latin word for douchebag.

If you mail a letter to the post office, who delivers it?

Is it just me or did Governor Mark Sanford of South Carolina catch the break of a life time when Michael Jackson died and he jumped out of the news bracket, but he is too ‘gracious’ to take that and won’t shut the hell up? Let me get the few of you that were not caught up on the story.

From June 18th to June 24th, Sanford went ‘missing’, in so many words. His wife, kids, staffers, no one, knew where he was, gaining national publicity and exposure. Many said, including himself (supposedly), he was hiking in the Appalachian Mountains and got lost, but several hours after arriving back in the US, and upon learning that incriminating evidence was being swiftly mobilized against him by the press, Sanford held a conference, during which he admitted that he had been unfaithful to his wife. Not, a hi, or a how ya doing or nothing, just bust outs the, “Oh, I was BRBing and in Argentina having a good time with a hot and sexy 41-year old International Affairs major mother of two.”

Many pushed for him to resign, but, oh, that was just way to easy for Mr. Sanford.

But, God shined down upon him, the gifts of all gifts. A tragedy that would get him out of this great debacle he was in, Michael Jackson passed on. The gift of a life time for him and his camp. The media that was hounding all over him, heard the loud noise of Michael Jackson’s death and turned away to that. All Sanford would do is duck his head, head out the back door, and the whole thing will just blow over.

But, Sanford did a interview with the Associated Press.

*insert sound of face thudding to hands*

He then claimed in an interview that his love with the women in Argentina, that she was his soul mate. Jesus, man. In the great words of Jon Stewart on the Daily Show, “God killed Michael Jackson to save your ass and then you gave another interview!?” In this horrible interview, he claims he has had more than one affair in his life. God, and it only gets worse from there.

But, he claims that his affair was more than that as he calls it a, “A love story. A forbidden one, a tragic one, but a love story at the end of the day.” You know, truly bring out the teenager in himself with this statement. But, I digress.

Ironically, Sanford who was among the loudest about President Clinton’s indiscretion, and those of others – chooses to share every sophomoric detail of his, in press conferences – which he calls! This, comes on the heels of God’s intercession for Sanford, Michael Jackson death. The Big Guy threw him a life-line he’s ignored. Sanford has even passed on the conditions of the GOP’s willingness to forgive and forget. They said they would if Mrs. Sanford could, which is something I thought there was little chance of seeing. Amazingly, she said she would, but the Wild Bull of the Pampas is having none of it! Is it me, or is this starting to sound like a Molly Ringwold movie, if only they’d had hot and steamy email back then?

But life, I have learned, is like the gentle dandelions. Chopped of at the ground, it will spring back up from a single hair root. The human spirit is like the hair root. The trick is too discover our own hair root and cherish it, because from the one little amputated, fraction of a root searching for the sun, that is me, that’s you, that’s us.

And how do we get our own unique individual look on life? The key is embarrassingly simple. We need only give ourselves permission, our own permission, to peer out of our closets, step out look around, ask questions, demand answers, demand respect, share our creative sides, speak out, search for love, search for life, search for meaning, seek justice. To be is the hardest lock you will pass in life.

Silence is the fear that disables us from being. How do you deal with the silence? Here is the key: Fear is our ally, fear confirms us, fear is energy that is convertible to power, fear is friend and foe alike, and fear is powerful. Yet, fear should only challenge you, energize your senses, and in the presence of fear you should become alert. I have learned not to be ashamed of my fear but, embrace it. One cannot be brave without the fear. Because isn’t bravery just the facing of our fear? Fear confirms that at my heart’s core, life not death is the authority. But, the dead are not afraid, fear is the painful emotion that controls my being. I must muster the courage to make the argument that I am me, and only can be me.

- Today, in my English 12 class, we got asked, “In 5 years down the road, where do you see yourself?” I actually got mad at this question and the teacher who asked us to write about it. How the fuck am I supposed to plan or ‘see’ myself in the future. It is fucking ridiculous. I should explain… I am the guy who always see the glass as half empty instead of half full. I look at almost everything in a negative sense. So, I must be weird or something because I just don’t see the planning and preparation that goes into something like this. How can anyone in the right state of mind…?

- Everyone tells me, I should have dreams and goals, but I do not. This goes with the whole rant about “5 years from now.” I have dreams and goals, I usually end up just failing at them anyway. If I have a goal or dream and one little part of it doesn’t work. I go almost bat shit crazy. I rather just live day to day and just hope I get to be tormented and demeaned another day.

- Working hard — fine. Playing hard — not really a massive fan. From what I can gather, ‘playing hard’ mainly involves clocking off from work, not even having time to change your socks or have any food or drinks, immediately engaging in some kind of contact sport and not having a bathing after wards, then drinking beer and taking the piss out of your schoolmate Jack for his terrible bloody taste in smokes while missing the newest episodes of Scrubs, before finally going to a nightclub and staying up really late talking to girls who’ve never even heard of Fallout 3. Er… no thanks!

- I hate how any gay guy can feel up, one of their chicks and yet when I do it, it gets all, “Oh, that’s really creepy and inappropriate, I think you should just leave, and now I’m in a really difficult position because I don’t know whether to tell your girlfriend or not. Anyway, you’re not even really my friend, you’re just a mate of Jason’s and I only met you about two hours ago. No seriously, stop touching them.” It’s a double standard, plain and simple.

- Fucking mutes. They always seem to be witnessing something. A murder, a robbery, a rape. It’s like they’ve always got to be sticking their big silent beaks in where they’re not wanted. Eh, mutes — how about you just get on with your own lives for once?

- I hate people who are obsessed with horses and talk about them all the livelong day and have posters of them on their bedroom walls/are convinced that by not owning a horse, their lives are unfulfilled. And, if they do own a horse. Oh my god, the fuck sake can’t save you from that.

- Those teachers who set ridiculous amounts of work *cough* Mrs. Vance *cough*, expect you to do it at an amazing and expectantly rate of speed and amazement that they want to see everyone get hand cramps in class and be rolling in the floor in crippled agony and disgust.

- I hate days that are gray but don’t rain. What’s the point? If it’s going to be cloudy and gloomy, then go ahead and rain. It’s like a wasted effect. Sure, just go ahead and depress the hell outta everyone, but don’t finish the job.

- I hate pushy drivers. It’s just irritating. Here she comes, in an SUV, talking on a cell, smoking a cig and going about 30 MPH faster than I’m going and I’m already behind someone traveling the right speed on a two-lane road. But does that stop her? Nope. She just keeps barreling up to my bumper and then starts veering over to make sure I notice her in all of my rear-view mirrors. I could go on, but I’m sure you’ve been there. She’s probably got pure McDonald’s coffee in her veins.

- Cigarette smoke smells on clothing. Way worse than just the pure smoke. Especially on chain smokers. You know the type, they are usually in K-Mart (I did that on purpose) and you get behind them or are checking them out and “wooohf!” it just takes over the entire aisle and then permeates YOUR clothing too like it’s ALIVE, it’s ALIVE!!! Get me out of there!

- People who are late. Especially those who show up with zero excuse. Come on, at least make something up! Last time this happened to me the girl just looked at me as if to say, “What? This is normal for me.” I’ve dropped habitual late friends from my list. Including my own mother. Seriously. This is a big deal for me.

- Impatient people. Watch out, because if I’m helping you that only makes me want to make you wait longer.

- Bret Michaels not admitting to wearing a weave or wig. Come on dude. I mean, he was good with Poison, but now he is just getting sad. Who in there right mind would wanna date him or his VH1 dating show brother, Flava Flav? Plus, adding on with the reality show hating, knowing that people like Omarosa, Sanjaya, and New York from Flavor of Love exist.

- Jon and Kate Plus Eight. Those kids are damn brats and the women is a bitch and dude is a whipped prick.

- People who hate the show Scrubs……LOOKING AT YOU, MR. TROY “TJ” SPARKS!

- Not having enough time to blog, read, watch DVD’s, or sleep. I miss all of these things terribly. I really want to finish my the No Country For Old Men book.

- Teenagers who act like idiots in public.

- People who actually think Disturbed’s song, “Down With The Sickness” is a good song. Only people who listen to that song are chicks who want to think they are ‘metal’.

- You.

Bullshit.

I do not forgive and I do not forget. I hate people who think they can just forgive anyone for anything at anytime. I forgive nothing, you do something wrong or hurtful to my character or my demeanor, I don’t fucking forgive anything of that sort. That can tell you one of two things in your head either A) I am a horrible person or B) I have been hurt in the past like this. You would be right in choosing either answer.

I am told every day, “Jake Ball, you suck, go die, kill yourself.” I am demeaned to the lowest degree every damn day but I get up the next morning and push myself through the door and back to those places of hatred and shame. Yes, I have tried to follow the peoples advise and take my life, but I could never accomplish it, and thank God I did not.

Because, if I had, I would be giving these people something to fucking cheer over because I would be dead and their wishes would have been granted and they wouldn’t have the “prick asshole, who we all know speaks the truth, but we want to yell and demean him some more” to make fun of behind his back, or something of that particular measure. It would make their life seem tragic and just plain dull. If you think about it, I am actually giving these people something to do that makes their pathetic and worthless life seem like it haves a little bit of meaning.

All these people do are bitch about their problems all day long, wishing they could fix them, but god damn it, you have to leave with them. And, you know who you are, you glare at me walking down the hallway, trying to menacing and scare me, you are not. You’re just making me yourself look stupid, “Oh, look at me, I am trying to act tough to make my girlfriend, or future wife (note they have only been together for a couple of days and yet they are getting ‘married’ in high school) and even though I look retarded I am gonna try to scare ya, even though I suck.”

And people come to me, yelling and crying, because her or him have been arguing with his or her boyfriend or girlfriend, looking for advice and symphony, because they are arguing. Wow, you must be the first couple in the history of ever to do that! Can it be your not right for one another? Or you two are so much alike that you notice your defects in them and it pisses you off? Huh? Fuck off. I have not been in a relationship in almost two years and I am still nice and not depressed when I get put off.

And to you, the girls that have stood me up and refused to date me, because:

A) I was too much like your brother.
B) I was too much of a friend.
C) I was not in your class.
D) I was not in the same ‘league’ as you.
E) You just hate me, because of what other people have told ya.
F) You can’t be in a relationship at the moment and then the next day your dating someone.

Oh, I have been waiting a long time to tell you this, I love how you try to break my soul and crush my spirit by rejecting me, but it is  me who gets the final laugh. I love to see back and watch you sabotage every relationship you are every in ever. I just wish you find that some guy or girl (there are some chicks like that I guess), so you would quite coming to me and crying and bitching and complaining because Joe Too Cool broke up with you because you two had sex and he left, when you know someone like me, or tons of other guys like me, are sitting here just wanting to have to chance to show how good we are. Just one rejection can ruin your life.

Some people are gonna call me a pussy for writing this shit, some will call me desperate, some will tell me I just want a date, I don’t care anymore. The only thing that gives me comfort anymore is the facr, that when I am lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing I had someone to talk too so I would not have to write a blog every time I get pissed, is that none of the idiots reading this at the moment know how lucky you are.

Like, if it is someone I have been friends with for a while (a year or more), I have no trouble talking to them or joking around them, and most of the time, I can shoot the shit or joke around with any dude. But, for some reason I can not bring my self to talk to any female in public unless I have none them for the longest time. And sometimes not even then.

I got some kind of social anxiety, I know it but the doctor says I don’t, but can doctors really be believed? I have other type of mental incapability in the history of forever, but nothing that I can legally excuse myself with. But, whatever, I have worked with it, because MSN, Yahoo, and, even though I hate to say it because it annoys the living piss out of me, MySpace is basically my whole social networks, if you will.

In that, I can get rid of any shyness I have, any social annoyance that have, any problems with anything, and just introduce myself. But, the common complaint coming from people is, “Why don’t you just introduce yourself in public?” Because I can’t. Whenever I met anyone for the first time, I get nervous, start stuttering, and I will always, without fail, do something completely and utterly retarded/and completely stupid.

But, then again, I guess that is what is expected from me is to be stupid and funny, and in no way acting mature, attractive, or anything of the sort. I am Jake Ball, I am excepted to be a loud mouth prick, who is funny all the time, and most people don’t even wanna be around that dude. So, it is automatically dictated that if I come in one day and my head is down, and not wanting to talk to anyone, it is automatically assumed that I am sad, or depressed, or want to shoot the school up. Maybe it is because for one day in my life, I don’t want to be that person, I want to be quiet Jake Ball.

But, that is the end of this nonsensical rant of mine, now please go about your life.

Ugh, what do I have to talk about? Nothing, just sitting around, working my ass off at K-Mart and going to school daily to see if I can make something out of myself. Other than that, well I ain’t got time for anything else.

But, one thing I did make time for was to go see the Friday the 13th movie. I love the Friday the 13th series, the Halloween series, the Nightmare Before Elm Street series. There’s no doubt that generally, as far as the term “good movies” are concerned, most of the entries in these three films aren’t.

This movie, compared to the Friday the 13th series, is solid. It’s an excellent reimaging of Parts 1, 2, and 3. Ranking the movies (with Freddy vs. Jason) I see it like this.

1. Jason Lives (Part 6)
2. Part 2
3. Part 3
4. Freddy vs. Jason (I’m actually surprised at the the hatred toward this one)
5. Part 1
6. Friday the 13th 2009
7. Final Chapter
8. Jason Takes Manhattan (Part
9. New Blood (Part 7)
10. Jason Goes to Hell (Part 9)
11. Jason X (surprised at the amount of love this one has gotten in the media)
12. A New Beginning (Part 5)

I do think this can be the Batman Begins to the Dark Knight. It was a solid setup movie, and now that the premise has been set and the background is all there, they could spin the sequel whichever way they feel like it would work. I wouldn’t even be surprised if they could make some Tommy Jarvis stuff work. I think the potential is there for a very good sequel. It’s good to see Jason taken so seriously again.

But, most people tell me they hated the camera work in the movie and that the camera worked sucked. This isn’t true. At all. There are lots of times during the movie when you’re like…what the fuck were you guys thinking, but it’s not during the deaths…like…ever.

As for the horror movie discussion: horror movies, in general, have taken a turn for predictable with the staggering number of established conventions. I knew the dog was coming, but it still sort of got me. Yes, I know there are ways to still make movies scary, but you come to be able to predict where a lot of the scares are.

I know you guys hate this argument, but scary isn’t ever what slasher films have been about. They’re about the stalk and the not quite irrational fear that there just may be a boogeyman out there coming to get you. The “horror” of a slasher film is the slasher, not the things that creep and go bump in the night. At least for me, anyway. I’m taking a Horror Film Genre class in college right now. ‘s been pretty cool so far.

I enjoyed the movie for what it was. There were some really, REALLY funny parts (and I mean parts that were supposed to be funny). We got some pretty nice boobs. We got some pretty good kills.

If there was a major gripe I have with the movie, it’d be that every good possible scare moment or even decent kill is SPOILED BY THE FUCKING THEATRICAL TRAILER FOR THE FUCKING MOVIE.

The Last House on the Left remake looks like it’s going to suffer the same exact fate. Still good, though.

I’ve seen much worse. Shit

Friday the 13th (this one):The Dark Knight::My Bloody Valentine 3D:Spider-Man 3 or (insert shittastic superhero film here)

But, that was all I could send out tonight. I just got off a couple hours of work and I am extremely tired. So, this is my last note:

If you went in expecting a legitimately scary film, or Saw/Hostel levels of gore, then I have no idea where you got your ideas about the Friday the 13th franchise.

While there have been moments in the films where you can say “Holy shit, that kill was awesome”, it’s never really been about the gore.

My advice to new viewers, or people who’ve seen some of the old films but never really became big fans… go through and watch them all. I can almost guarantee that by the time you get to the remake, you’ll love it… or you’ll hate the whole series.

Thirteen high school students in Calgary have been suspended after a red-headed teen was beaten because of the colour of his hair.

The Grade 10 boy was attacked in the locker room of St. Francis High School after gym class Thursday, students told CBC News.

The victim was taken to hospital for examination, and a spokeswoman for the Calgary Catholic School District said Friday he sustained “some minor bruising” to his upper body.

Calgary police are looking into the assault as a possible hate crime.

“The fact of the matter is from a policing perspective, it is a hate crime, and this individual was targeted because of the fact they have red hair,” said police spokesman Kevin Brookwell.

CBC News has also learned that two red-haired, Grade 7 girls at St. Alphonsus Elementary/Junior High School were swarmed and kicked repeatedly by older girls on Thursday. Board spokeswoman Janet Sutherland said two students have been suspended in that case.

The attacks came on a day promoted by a Facebook group as Kick a Ginger Day. The Facebook group urged members to kick people with red hair – referred to as ginger kids – on Nov. 20.

The phenomenon originated with South Park, an animated TV show. An episode of the satirical show that originally aired in 2005 presented red-haired people as evil and soulless.

Calgary police said they were aware of the campaign but decided not to issue any warnings.

“We didn’t want to bring any more profile to this campaign to the city or the students and so the decision was that we would just see what happened,” said Brookwell.

Ken Logel, a Grade 12 student at the northwest St. Francis High School, admitted kicking some classmates had been a running joke all day.

“I have a few buddies with red hair. You just kind of kick them lightly just as a joke. But when it gets carried way, that’s not cool,” he said Friday.

His friend, Simon Burke, added: “Some kids took it too far in the locker room yesterday and ended up really hurting one of the kids at our school. It’s really hard to hear about it and I’m pretty disappointed in the kids that did it.

“Mostly, kids at the school are pretty good people and don’t really expect people to be hurting other ones just for having red hair. It’s just pretty ridiculous.”

The high school is also investigating.

“From what I understand, he was targeted based on the colour of his hair,” said Sutherland. “Regardless of why the incident happened, I think it’s important to note that violence in school is never tolerated.”

This week, schools in Manitoba and Newfoundland and Labrador sent warnings to students and parents about the prank.

Twenty students from a Vancouver Island middle school were sent home Thursday after they kicked red-haired schoolmates.