In the City the Lion Sleeps, Pray to Sony My Soul to Keep...

Semisonic - Singing In My Sleep

First off. Just a bit of...I don't want to say bragging...but...well yes, bragging. I warned you all about Australia. And now look what's happened. There! Australia's most famous meet pie van has now been in operation for 70 years! Next up, their government is going to buy Canada. And once they have a solid base in Quebec, they basically own the world. Soon, it won't even be called the world, rather everything will be refered to as the Outback. Is that the kind of world...er...outback that you want your children to grow up in?!? I think not!

But no more. I warned you, and you chose not to listen. I wash my hands of you.

Now, on to bigger and better things. It's time for self-realization time. I've realized I have a terrible problem with authority. Not in an angsty 15 year-old I hate my parents sort of problem with authority, mind you, but a far more problematic one really.

Let me explain. I have no problem when people that I view as my superiors, or authority figures, if I may, give me some sort of direction, or order. My problem comes when people that I view as equals try to give me orders. That makes me want to drop kick them off of a roof.

And it's not so much that they're giving me an order. Again, I don't have an issue with that. It's because despite the fact that they're clearly an equal of mine, it makes me feel like they think they're above me, and I hate that more than anything. Thus, the drop kicking.

I'm sorry for the rant. It's just that I spent a large portion of today walking away from one of my peers specifically, muttering angrily under my breath various unintelligible obsenities mixed with a few phrases one might be able to pick out as English, including: "don't you ever tell me what to do," "what makes you think you're in charge of me," "you don't know me" (pronounced, yawo KNOW me), and of course the classic "if you come near me ever again, I'll spit on your leg." Yeah. Name a worse feeling than knowing there's spit all over your leg. Eww.