I'm sorry, but Fuckitty Fuck Shit Shit Shitty Shit. I am really pissed right now, A fucking party got overbooked or some such equally crap bollocks, how fucking bollocks is this? I was really looking foward to it, had some spliffs, some beer, then they turn round and say they have too many fucking people coming. They are gonna turf out like 100 peeps. Shit. I really needed that, I have far too much on my mind. I just wanted to grt drunk, then stoned so that I just forget everything, it all appears insignificant. But that isn't gonna happen now. Another thing to be pissed off about: my mates were gonna bring some dope with them when they came calling soon. BUT it turns out that they are all too fucking pussy to buy it. I wouldn't mind, but I only just found out. There are only a few days to go. I really hate geting drunk too much, which is now probably what will end up happening because they like that. Well, what the hell. They don't get it anyway. They think skunk is the best kind. You just pass out.
Anyway. About me. I am not fucked up, though you would think I should be after some of the shit that me and my family have been through. My Name is Dominic Sandhu. I live in two places. Wolverhampton (which is not as shitty as some people will have you believe) and Durham (which is not as beautiful as some will tell you. It is Fucking boring) These are both in England. I used to live only in W'ton till september last year. I went to a catholic school which was okay. It wasn't to rough, not too strict. That is, until the last year I was there (yr 9). The interns for yr 7 turned out to be a load of Retarded shites. The school suddenly became full of a load of retarded bastards with no fucking manners, they were all either from shit places in town, or just arseholes 'cause they listen to too much eminem (Arsehole). In fact, They were so shitty, that my brother just fucking left that year. He got racist abuse even. Really, they were that fucking bad. I did have a lot of fun there though. I know for sure that if I hadn't gone to that school I would have turned out completely different. I would probably be (more) boring. I learned how to interact with lots of different kinds of people. I learned how to recognise People who were genuinely bastards, and who were just playing around or just being protective. Very useful skill. I learned how to stand up for myself without actually getting into fights. Thank FUck.
So anyway, I am up here in the holiday (Durham) and my brother is thinking of getting into this Big fock off excellent school, The Durham Johnston. I take a look at a newspaper report on how class the school is, and i'm like, "Fuck me! This place really rocks!" So I apply. I get in because my mum tells the head of year that she is divorcing. I act all clever, ask all the questions she wants me to ask, and all that shit. So I get in and all of a sudden I realise how much I like my school in Wolverhampton. Oh well, too fucking late. I started in the 2nd week of the term, after saying my goodbyes to my friends at the old school. Then after the first 5 weeks I realise that the old school really was not that good, I only had a few friends, and a few more people who I would sort've trust. Most of the people you would like to be aqquainted with, but turn out to be rather crappy. So now I am at my new school and very nicely settled in, it is the end of my first year and I love it. As far as I am concerned the years inbetween 10 and 25 are the best of a persons life. I do't mean to sound like some retarded geek, but I really enjoy school. There are a lot of decent people here. And about half of year 10 smoke dope :) Fantastic. I enjoy pissing only one of the teachers off. The German teacher. I used to like that language, but now I am thuroughly jaded, 'cause MORONS have been trying to teach it to me for the last 4 years. Bastards. On my last test paper, the one they group us with, I wrote some shit about Lord of the rings all over the paper. ha Ha. Shove it Bitch. They were seriously pissed with me so I had to avoid 3 teachers for 2 weeks. Quite exciting, kept on nearly bumping into them and having to run. Heh. I suppose I have a problem with authority figures, I don't mind teachers unless they get bossy. Then I piss them off. There is a good reason for this. Before I was born I think, sonmething really shit happened. My parents got involved with some charity. Only it turned out not to be a charity. It was a fucking criminal operation, Fucking going under the name of a charity and stealing the money, some kind of community centre funded by the gov't. There are two gangs going, One of them run by this guy RJ (but we'll call him Uselessfuckerwithoutafuckinggoodcellinhisbody for clarity.)He was a fucking smuggler. My parents of course didn't know this. I swear, they were so fucking trusting for the first haf of their lives, but now they are disillusioned with the world. I am going to avoid this by stepping all over and then kicking the shit out of any fuckers who come my way. That way I will never be affected by this hideous condition of disbelieving in the fundamental kindness of humankind. I will concentrate on the good folk and kick the arse of anybody who tries to fuck me over. Everyone else knew about this Shit being a drugs-runner. (I mean the bad sort, Heroin, Opium, Bad E's, stuf like that.) They assumed my parents were in on it. Bollocks. This is why it was my parents on their own pretty much, everyone else knew to steer clear. So, anywho, My parents noticed inequalities with the accounts, asked too many questions. They were threatened a shit load after that. Fucking heavies came round, so they had to send my elder brother to live with my grandparents for months. So then they went to the police. Fucking bad move. They got my dad in a room on his own so there were no witnesses. Then they essentially told him to go fuck himself, that they couldn't give a shit about a fucking paki, that they weren't gonna do Fuck all. They said He better just stay out of the gangsters way, they didn't want any blood on their patch, and that if he did make any more "mistakes" they would find a way to send him down. Of course they didn't say this in as many words, a fucking copper wouldn't know how. Bloody marvellous. All I can say is, "Fuck the Police." Really. So the heavies came round once more, then stopped bothering us. Oh, by the way, Even though I am rather more than skeptical about the police, Gangsters are even worse. Really, I despise them. THEY CAN ALL SUCK THEIR OWN FUCKING ARSEHOLES, LICK UP THE MESS WHEN THEY CUM OVER THE SICK KICK THEY GET OUT OF SHITTING ON GOOD PEOPLE, AND FEED THE REGURGETATED MESS TO THEIR MUTHERS! USELESS MOTHER FUCKERS! GET A FUCKING JOB! YOU USELESS SONS-OF-CAMEL-BITCHES! PUT YOUR FUCKING KNOB IN A FOOD PROCESSOR AND EAT THE MESS WITH SAUCE. Or something. Anyway, there is more. You may want to grab a snack. Next, my dad worked on a project which was working under government money. Un-fucking-fortunately, gov't legislation changed half-way through. So, Funding is cut, and again there is accounts fiddling. SHIT! My parents are left with a few other people in severe debt, because, (ooh, here's a suprise,) Fucking
Uselessfuckerwithoutafuckinggoodcellinhisbody Is running the show. FUCK YOU! He claims that all the responsibility rests on the shoulders of My parents and a few others. He is laughing his sick ass off, and my parents are left with no money 'cause the money went elsewhere, and debts reaching into five-figures. I really fucking HATE these people.(And oh shit, I just spluttered up beer onto the rug.) So, about10 years ago my dad gets a job in a city council. Nice position, room for promotion. He works his arse off to keep people happy. He is one of four managers. He knoows after a short while that they really don't like him. REALLY. This he is able to cope with at first. He can take a shit load. I mean, A SHIT LOAD. But then, the other three managers have a project going or something. I forget the details, but it was something about doing a shit load of work, and getting an enormous bonus. So, basically, they tell him to do all the work, then when it inevitably isn't up to full whack (because their was only one person working on it) they blame my dad and give themselves the bonusses anyway. SOme more shit happens to my dad. He gets fired eventually. It turns out that this was all orchestrated by RJ. He has connections in this place. FUCK!WHY THE HELL DOES THIS SHIT HAPPEN? It is made all the more easier because half the people in that shithole are racist Shits. They are all too happy to stamp all over a fucking paki, even if they are taking money and orders from another to do it. HE GETS FIRED! HOW FUCKING BULLSHIT IS THIS? HE IS THE ONE WHO WAS VICTIMIZED, THEN HE GETS SHAT UPON! FUCKING RETARDED WORLD! So then my dad goes for a tribunal. My parents worked damnned hard on this for years. I remember it. All through my childhood it was there. I just took it for granted. I didn't even know what it was. All I knew was that my parents were "under a lot of stress." I didn't even know why. I remember going to the newsagents to buy a box of roses for my parents. Fuck me, my friends mum thought I was really considerate and all that shit. I didn't even know what "stressed" meant! Christ, the word just was integrated into everyday life. Anyway, eventually under a cross-examination, RIGHT AT THE FUCKING END, EVERYTHING FUCKED UP! Someone made a slip-up. One fucking slip-up. That sent the whole thing down. Fuck Bloddy hell shit balls crap Fuck. WHY? Another thing, it transpired after the trial, that someone that my dad trusted, someone he REALLY felt was his only friend on the case, Turned out to be fucking him over. He withheld one final piece of evidence which would have closed the case completely. FUCK ME! He was Indian. He didn't mind that he was fucking over my dad, even though he knew that he was working FOR a criminal Shit-head, and working WITH racist camel-fuckers. All because he was getting a large cut. SHIT! What the fuck is the world coming to when this shit happens? I don't mean to get all "Brutha to Brutha" on you, But COME ON! He was ignoring the fact that they were RACIST just for the money. Really, that is all over the fucking place. Pathetic, Sad, Corrupt, Inhuman. FUCK YOU! YOU COMPLETE ARSEHOLE! YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE! I WILL FUCKING HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU ONE DAY! Shit. That is a big chunk of text. So anywho, because of all this bollocks, My parents were in very serious debt 'till like 1 years ago. We are pretty much okay now though, even though a lot of the money is tied up in property. Actually, I am glad in a very big way that all this transpired. If it hadn't, I wouldn't be me. And I am very much glad that I am who I am. Life itself is nice. As I said at the beggining of this post (if you can remember that far back) I am not fucked up. I suppose I respect my parents for it also. Which is pretty cool.
Oh yeah, I am 15. hmm... other stuff... Ok. Like most people here , I think, I have music tastes too varied to give it all here. But I will list a few which I like: The Manics (I only recently started liking them. I think before the gui-tar was a bit too abstract for me.) Jimi Hendrix, The Animals, Nirvana. I used to like Nirvana SO MUCH. That was when I was like 10 'till 13 I think. But then I looked at some of the people who listened to the music, and the ones I knew were arseholes. And although it wasn't conscious, it probably contributed to me wiping all the Nirvana tapes I had. Yes, I know. How shit. But That was virtually all I listened to. For 3 years. I just got bored. But then about a year later I saw the error of my ways. I only just got a couple of the albums copied. I was listening to them, and all of a sudden Feelings came flooding back. You know when you listen to music, or sense something, and it brings back lots of memories? For me it is primarily smell and music. So I was listening to these albums, and feelings came back, almost as strong as the originals, But somehow they are distorted ao that they are really, y'know, different and cool, more intense, like they were not when I was younger and actually experiencing them. I dunno. Maybe we become more sad, jaded as we grow older. That is why the feelings are so intense now. Sex pistols, though I have tried listening to other punk groups, and most of them are terrible. Honestly. And brit-punk is the best. I'm sorry, but American punk just wasn't right. But this doesn't matter as most punk is awful anyway. The undertones, "Teenage Kicks" is the best song, The smashing pumpkins, Pixies, track 2 on "doolittle" Is class. Anyone else from Britain will know this, It was on an advert, I think for an alcoholic drink, probably a spirits sort. The one which goes "ah-hah-hah, Ah-hah-hah, ah-hah-hah, Ah-hah-hah," just a man breathing. I can't be asked to look through my music collection right now. I like a tonne of other stuff as well. I like Dance music too (not Garage or normal, soft house). Prodigy Rock. Voodoo people is a classic. We need to have an old-school revival of Rave from the early 90's, with the moody clubs, really dark, with hard music, Techno as well. Hmm... other stuff. I have an I.Q. in excess of 155, by some tests 170. But anyway I do not believe in I.Q. 'tis shit. It is, I think a measurement of how good a person is at fast thinking, at calculating, maybe even memory (It is so much easier to suceed if you have done a few of the same questions before). It cannot be resonably applied to anybody except mathematicians and a few others. Oh yeah, I am 15. I do Judo. I have only just started a few months ago, even though I have been interested in martial arts for ages. There is supposed to be a genuine Kung-fu class about 20mins train (WOOHOO! Suede "Filmstar") ride away. I dunno what style it is though. My uncle does some Weng-Chun (I think that's how you spell it) he started to learn a few years back when he was in Japan and Hong-kong. He is pretty cool. He can program in cgi for Christs sake. He is now getting into a new computer programming technology, hopefully he will start to make some real money soon. I like Reading all kinds of stuff, but I particularly like the old style
sci-fi stories, especially Asimov and Clarke, And Beynon. I like Pratchett. Tolkien. Stuff.
(Excuse me? Why the hell is there a beetle crawling across the floor?)
More stuff I hate: Weird Al Yankovic. Really, he totally screwed up Bohemian raphsody for me by turning it into a polka. And a few other tunes I really like.
THE CURRENT AMERICAN PRESIDENT
FUCK YOU BUSH! YOU ABSOLOUTE FOOL! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? This is like three agreements he has walked away from now! I mean, WTF!? I accept that America needs more power stations, but the rest of it is just Bollocks! I am not one of those idiots who hate the Americans just for the sake of it, but when the president acts like this, it is just sickening. And I don't agree with the American law. Stupid FUcked up laws on drugs, and laws on guns equally as fucked up.
I dislike potheads.
I have been listening to the Manics and Pixies and Smashing pumpkins, and combined with this ranting I feel a lot better. Thank you for listening. Or reading, whatever.
Life is good. You should try to enjoy it.
If anyone tries to fuck you over, stamp all over them FAST. Do not allow people to mess up your life. Mine came so close to being fucked up, along with the rest of my family. But thankfully it wasn't. If you don't want to stamp on them, ignore them, or something.
I will probably regret writing a bunch of this stuff later on, so please excuse me if it makes sense now. Just post If I have missed anything. I like your name Lut.