Everything is Broken

2003-11-09T00:10:00.000-05:00

This is an Update
I'm serious, it is. You can stop complaining now.

2003-09-06T22:04:00.000-04:00

I'm Updating Because People Told Me To and Something Funny Just Happened
People have been telling me recently that I haven't been updating my blog enough recently. I find this interesting because I honestly thought no one cared. Anyway, I figured I'd satisfy my hordes of currently dissatisfied readers by providing them with an amusing anecdote.

Tonight, my mother invited over some the Austrian man who helps train her horses, his wife, and their daughter, who is the same age as my brother. I assumed they would come over for a few hours, let their daughter play with Bennett, and then be on their marry way. Such was not the case. They were indeed here for a few hours, but they decided to go off for awhile and come back around 7:30 for dinner. After they had been home for awhile, my mother decided that either A) I had been in my room too long and needed to socialize, or B) the fancy-pants Austrian people were not impressed by our house and such, and needed to be thoroughly impressed. She came into my room with the wife, whose name I forgot, and introduced me. After I politely waved and submitted my obligatory "Nice to meet you," my mother demanded that I stand up. I complied, and my mother quickly pointed out that I am *gasp* OVER 6 FEET TALL! I'M A FREAKING GIANT RAWR SMASH!

She then made me follow her out into the living room to introduce me to the husband. After some polite small talk she told me that I was her "brain-child" and that I was almost completely intolerant of ignorant or uneducated people. Ok, so it's true and all, but she just brought it up out of nowhere. It wasn't really pertinent. She finally let me go back to my room after jokingly saying she was "showing me off." I strongly believe that she acted jocular while saying this to mask the fact that she really was showing me off.

I guess in retrospect it's not all that funny...I'd relate the story of my step-father interrogating me because I had a friend named Ibrahim to make up for it, but it's too stupid for me to recall again.

You're already qualified for a brand-new, brand-name computer!

2003-09-06T14:31:00.000-04:00

Am I still here?

2003-08-04T22:55:00.000-04:00

Ricardo is Probably the Second Funniest Person on Earth

IratelyBlank: i started mashing keys on my keyboard
IratelyBlank: and like
IratelyBlank: my computer freaked out
IratelyBlank: and it was like hey calm down what teh fuck are you doing
IratelyBlank: and i was like stfu bitch
IratelyBlank: and it was like yes sir
LumpyGirdlechunk: hahaha
LumpyGirdlechunk: you so funny
IratelyBlank: and i'm like damn straight don't make me fuck you in the ear
IratelyBlank: and it wasl ike no please don't
IratelyBlank: then i was like hells yeah bitch now do my computer stuff
IratelyBlank: and its all AHH
IratelyBlank: cause i'm the guy all the bad girls want
IratelyBlank: bad girls go to prison and comes out as lesbians
IratelyBlank: fat hairy lesbians
IratelyBlank: with weird facial hair
IratelyBlank: and tangled pubic hair
IratelyBlank: and neck muslces
IratelyBlank: and big fat fingers
IratelyBlank: and those lil ponies
IratelyBlank: that go riiddeee me
IratelyBlank: except in pony language
IratelyBlank: beuacse when you go to sea world
IratelyBlank: they wanna ride the ponies
IratelyBlank: and if they don't...
IratelyBlank: omg
IratelyBlank: don't even get me started on whhat happens if they don't ride the ponies
IratelyBlank: the'll fucking freak out
IratelyBlank: and just start killing people
IratelyBlank: and get sent to jail
IratelyBlank: and their fingers will get fatter
IratelyBlank: and eventually
IratelyBlank: their rfingers will be SO far that they can't even get on the ponies anymore
IratelyBlank: then they'll find a unicorn
IratelyBlank: and you know what happens if you sit on a unicorn
IratelyBlank: 5023 year curse
IratelyBlank: to the land of banishment
IratelyBlank: (vantican city)
LumpyGirdlechunk: im not even readin any of that
IratelyBlank: you better fucking read it
IratelyBlank: thats a cool story
IratelyBlank: ugh
IratelyBlank: stop cybering
IratelyBlank: and read my story
IratelyBlank: NOW GOD DAMMIT

2003-08-04T16:02:00.000-04:00

Well, That Was Stupid...
The beginning of August has arrived, and with it the beginning of school for Seminole County. This means that the hatred I feel for certain things which dissipated over the summer has been swiftly and mercilessly reassured.

The day began fairly well...ok, that's a lie. It began with me waking up at 5 AM, which in and of itself isn't too bad, but still doesn't fall under "fairly well." Everything after this did, however, go fairly well. At least, it did until I had to catch the bus. I woke up about 15 minutes too early, and as a result I got to my bus stop at 6:00 instead of 6:15. Now, I've never really been bothered by having to stand around for a few minutes, but it's rained heavily for the past 4 or 5 days. For those of you who don't live in Florida, or any other mosquitoe-infested state (which is none of you, I think), Standing Water + Mosquitoes = ALOT MORE MOSQUITOES. So as I stood waiting for the bus to arrive, I was being attacked by wave after wave of kamikaze mosquitoes, whose sole purpose was to distract me so that their mosquito friends could land somewhere and take a bite out of me. Eventually the bus came...and went. I'm serious, the bus came by and just kept going. It didn't even stop to pick me up. Now that I think about it, it might not have been my bus, but when I think about it more (or less) it probably was. The bus must've just drove by me, made a big loop, and came back about 10 minutes later, at which point I got on and went to school. For those of you who haven't experienced it, having a bus you're supposed to get on drive straight past you without stopping leaves you with a very strange feeling. It's sort of like when your parents leave the house without telling you. Then you notice the house is on fire. Maybe not quite so severe, but you get the idea.

First period at school was good. Good teacher, friends in the class, etc. Third period (block scheduling, no 2nd period today) is also good, and as the class is 10 people, about half of which are my friends, you can expect future stories about this AP Physics class. 5th period, however, is going to drive me insane. It irritates me to no end that STUPID freshman are in Spanish II, but I, an intelligent JUNIOR am in the same class...it'll probably be an easy A though.

My school went from about 300 students last year to about 500 this year, and as a result our former single lunch period has no become a Lunch A and a Lunch B. Which lunch you eat is chosen based on your 5th period class most of the days, but your 4th period class Monday. As a result of this, I have Lunch B every day except Wednesday, when I have Lunch A. Given my protracted history of getting the proverbial "short end" of the proverbial "stick" it does not suprise me that I know about 6 people who have Lunch B, and are friends with about 3 of them. I can only hope that Lunch A on Wednesdays makes up for this.

After lunch I proceeded to a class I very quickly realized I am not going to continue taking. Chemistry Honors. Some of you may be wondering, "Brandon, why are you in Chemistry AND Physics?" Well, the answer to this is as follows: I thought I could handle 5 core classes, three of which were AP. I have only this to say: I cannot. For some reason I expected Chemistry to be ridiculously easy. I got into the class and she asked a series of questions about the elements of the periodic table. I knew about 3 out of the 25 or so. Anyway, that class is going to be dropped promptly, and at no great loss.

Tomorrow I look forward to Networking II, or possibly A+ if I change it before class starts, AP Language and Composition, AP American History, and more Spanish. Expect another update tomorrow.

Oh, and church Wednesday, for the first time in about 8 months.

2003-08-01T22:26:00.000-04:00

Cleanliness is Next to Godliness
I know it's a bit late, but here are pictures of my room in it's completed (sorta) form. This has been clean for about a month and a half now, so don't go thinking I'm a pig who left his room looking like that mess a few posts lower. The only thing I have left to add is the 36" flat screen TV I'm getting soon. And probably a new entertainment center.

At least it doesn't look a room that belongs to some squatter who moves from town to town on a weekly basis anymore.

2003-07-23T16:22:00.000-04:00

The Perils of SeaWorld

SeaWorld is now officially the worst attraction in the greater Orlando area. I've had company down from Maryland for nearly a week now, and they wanted to go to SeaWorld so we went with them. My mom allowed me to invite a friend so as to keep me from drowning myself in Shamu's tank out of boredom.

Upon our arrival, my friend and I promptly left the group to look for Kraken. We could see the roller coaster the entire time, but couldn't for the life of us seem to find an entrance. We walked around for about 30 minutes before we found it cleverly tucked away in the corner of the park. The line was only 10 minutes and the ride was good. Later we decided to get in line a second time, and we made it all the way into the seats, and began buckling down our harnesses when they decided to close down the ride without letting the people already in the car get their ride. Their reason was rain, which I understood, but then I was further aggravated when it only rained for 10 minutes, and it was only a slight drizzle.

In between our two rides, however, we attempted to eat what SeaWorld passes off to the poor tourists as lunch. The first idea we had on where to eat was a pizza place. I looked at the prices, and they seemed reasonable. $8 for a pizza is about right. Then my friend points out to me that this is $8 per fucking slice. Needless to say I left that restaurant immediately in hopes that I could find one that didn't want roughly 18 times the prices the food normally would be. We never found a place with normally priced food, but we eventually settled on a particular restaurant because the fajita baked potato sounded good. Let me explain this "Fajita Baked Potato" to you. It was supposed to be a baked potato topped with red and green peppers and marinated steak. It was not. What it was, however, was a microwaved potato, cut in half, with a large mound of red and green peppers and a few tiny strips of steak in it. At first I figured this would be ok. I mostly just wanted the potato anyway. I ate the steak and peppers (both fairly good, but of very small portions) and then attempted to eat the potato. It was the single worst potato I have ever tasted. I took one bite and then refused to eat any more on the basis that I was worried it woud live in my stomach and eventually spawn demonic, disgusting potato larvae or something. Not only that, the potato cost me 8 freaking dollars.

Immediately after I left, I found the only decently priced piece of (edible) food in the entire park. It wasn't even advertised, so I actually had to ask the price. $2.30 for a very large danish, with your choice of cheese, cherry, or what looked like peach fillings. I got one of these to try to combat the evil bite of potato I had just eaten, in hopes that the danish would create a lovely European utopia in my stomach after it eradicated the infidel potato.

Ok, so maybe it's not the worst park ever...the food just sucks. And I mean, the weather isn't controllable. But I did encounter one of the stupidest people I've had to deal with in quite awhile.

While waiting in line for my third ride on Kraken (that's all I did besides play DDR) a girl in front of me took out her keys and began scrawling a letter into the wall with them. Now, this wall is rather lavishly painted, so repainting it obviously costs quite a bit. After she finished scratching out her "A" (which may have stood for Anarchy, her name, or Asshole) I looked at her and said, "You know, you probably shouldn't do that. They pay to paint and repaint their walls." To this she responded, "Well so do I." At first, I didn't even know how to respond to that. It was SUCH a stupid argument...but I managed, "Yeah, you do, but they don't come to your house and scratch your walls with their keys." Her response: "No, but they could." I didn't really see how they could, or why, so I said "No, they really couldn't, seeing as how they don't know where you live." She still had plenty of stupid things to say left in her, but apparently her advanced case of ADD refused to allow her to stay on topic. "Sealab 2021 eh (referring to my 0wnz0rtastic shirt)? That's pretty gay." I hate it when people refer to something they believe is stupid as "gay (ghey is ok though)." Not because it simply doesn't make sense..well, partially that. But partially because MOST people stopped saying it when they hit 6th grade. I just said "Yeah?" and ignored her after that. I explained to my friend that girls (and people in general) like that were the reason almost everything in the world sucks. I explained the cycle.

1. Company paints walls
2. Girl scratches walls
3. Company repaints wall, costing extra money they had not planned to spend.
4. Company recoups profit losses by selling foam potatos at jacked up prices.
5. Brandon gets angry

The rest of the day was uneventful, but I do hold the current #1 Oni Mode high score on the DDR Extreme machine there.

Holy crap! Did you see how freaking long that blog entry was?

Yeah..I know..I saw how freaking long that blog entry was...

2003-07-12T22:55:00.000-04:00

A BED!

Well, my room is finally no longer an abysmal pit of filth and horror, and I no longer have to sleep on a mattress on the floor.

My mom finally got my box spring and new mattress, so we set up the new bed. My room is now an abysmal pit of filth and horror with a gigantic fucking bed in the middle.

See for yourself

2003-07-11T00:07:00.000-04:00

HOLY CRAP

I came home from a friend's house today and not only was no one home, but my house looked like it had been ransacked. Nothing was where it should've been, and alot of things were missing. I initially thought we had been robbed, but then I realized that the things of value were intact, and only worthless crap was gone.

Once my mom got home, I asked what was going on and she told me that she was getting ready for a garage sale. Apparently that explains why I no longer have a BED whereas my brother somehow has THREE of them. Apparently what happened is this: my mom got some extra cash and went on a furniture buying spree. We are getting a new couch, new recliners, a new coffee table, a new bed for me, a new desk for me, and a new entertainment center (this one's a maybe) for me. My mom is also getting an entire dining room set.

Anyways, I had to clear a bunch of crap out of my room. This mainly consisted of my wall unit which MAY be replaced by a new entertainment center. However, because my wall unit housed a lot of my action figures, DVDs, manga, video games, etc, I know have a surplus of stuff laying around my room. Also, because my BED formerly housed my MATRESS I have to sleep on a matress on the floor for a day or so. HOORAH!

Anyway, here are some pictures of what my room looks like now. I'm gonna put some pictures of what it looks like after I get my new stuff up...well...once I get my new stuff.

It's a fucking mess, isn't it?

2003-06-29T16:19:00.000-04:00

Just to specify, the sex in that entry never took place. I forgot to add that part of the joke-conversation.

2003-06-21T00:07:00.000-04:00

Funniest Conversation Ever

Teh Ninj4 (8:06:04 PM): Did you look at Lineage II?
Psychoanalyzing (8:06:14 PM): No...I'm not concerned with that right now.
Psychoanalyzing (8:07:10 PM): Shit...
Teh Ninj4 (8:07:18 PM): Just about every site for up and coming MMORPG's has at least 10 pornographic popups. Doesn't this seem a bit odd, seeing as how most of the games are rated T?
Psychoanalyzing (8:07:36 PM): I don't fucking care about any video games right now Paul!
Teh Ninj4 (8:08:09 PM): I was actually highlighting the peril faced by America's teenagers. But go ahead and explain what you're frustrated about.
Psychoanalyzing (8:08:33 PM): It's only possible for a girl to get pregnant one day of the month, right?
Teh Ninj4 (8:08:48 PM): Here, let me explain it this way.
Teh Ninj4 (8:09:09 PM): A girl can be impregnated for 1-3 days of the month, so I've heard in more than one health class.
Psychoanalyzing (8:09:15 PM): 1-3.
Teh Ninj4 (8:09:17 PM): but sperm live up to five days
Teh Ninj4 (8:09:30 PM): So if you pork a woman five days before she ovulates, she can still get pregnant
Psychoanalyzing (8:09:35 PM): So 5 days....
Psychoanalyzing (8:09:45 PM): Ovulation always comes right after her period? Or is it before...
Teh Ninj4 (8:09:57 PM): It's neither, I believe
Psychoanalyzing (8:10:03 PM): It's random?
Teh Ninj4 (8:10:03 PM): The period is just a shedding of skin
Teh Ninj4 (8:10:09 PM): I don't think it is connected with ovulatin
Teh Ninj4 (8:10:12 PM): ovulation*
Psychoanalyzing (8:10:13 PM): Fuck.
Teh Ninj4 (8:10:20 PM): ?
Psychoanalyzing (8:10:32 PM): You know how I was telling you Emily was coming over?
Teh Ninj4 (8:10:38 PM): Yeah?
Psychoanalyzing (8:10:40 PM): Well, she did.
Psychoanalyzing (8:10:45 PM): And she's definitely interested...
Teh Ninj4 (8:10:52 PM): Ok...?
Teh Ninj4 (8:11:09 PM): Why are you so interested in this topic?
Psychoanalyzing (8:11:17 PM): Because I didn't have a condom around.
Psychoanalyzing (8:11:32 PM): So...I didn't use one.
Teh Ninj4 (8:11:38 PM): UGH
Teh Ninj4 (8:11:42 PM): YOU FUCKING DUMBASS
Psychoanalyzing (8:12:15 PM): Yeah, Paul, I fucking know.
Teh Ninj4 (8:12:25 PM): Oh Jesus I hate you. It's not just the condom.
Psychoanalyzing (8:12:28 PM): Holy shit, I can hardly breathe.
Teh Ninj4 (8:12:31 PM): Brandon, how old is she?
Psychoanalyzing (8:12:38 PM): 14
Teh Ninj4 (8:12:52 PM): I'm pretty sure you're the one who I mentioned the sex situation at Howard to.
Psychoanalyzing (8:13:02 PM): What?
Teh Ninj4 (8:13:07 PM): How the a lot of the girls are actually frequently having sex
Teh Ninj4 (8:13:10 PM): Oh, that was Ricardo
Teh Ninj4 (8:13:14 PM): Well, anyway, he was appalled.
Teh Ninj4 (8:13:18 PM): And you've just contributed to it.
Psychoanalyzing (8:13:31 PM): I KNOW IT WAS FUCKING STUPID.
Teh Ninj4 (8:14:01 PM): What does she plan on doing if she's pregnant?
Psychoanalyzing (8:14:13 PM): I have no fucking idea.
Teh Ninj4 (8:15:15 PM): Are her parents particularly nazish? It's one thing for you, your parents would probably take a deep breath and accept the fact that their son is sexually active, but a 14 year old girl getting pregnant...
Psychoanalyzing (8:15:33 PM): Her parents are going through a divorce. I have no fucking clue how they'll react.
Psychoanalyzing (8:15:37 PM): And mine won't be too thrilled either.
Teh Ninj4 (8:15:45 PM): I live near a beta house. The women there aren't too happy.
Psychoanalyzing (8:15:53 PM): No fucking shit.
Teh Ninj4 (8:16:04 PM): Jesus this sucks.
Psychoanalyzing (8:16:22 PM): Yeah, it does. Or it would. If I were serious, that is.
Teh Ninj4 (8:16:26 PM): Ok, why are you so worried now, and not before?
Psychoanalyzing (8:16:27 PM): Are you really that gullible?
Teh Ninj4 (8:16:32 PM): Roflmao
Psychoanalyzing (8:16:38 PM): hahahhahahahahahaa
Teh Ninj4 (8:16:56 PM): I was kept getting ready to ask "How the hell did you have sex with a girl you only thought might be interested?"
Teh Ninj4 (8:17:04 PM): But you kept asking questions
Psychoanalyzing (8:17:08 PM): Paul, there's no fucking way I would ever have sex without a condom.
Psychoanalyzing (8:17:10 PM): Unless I was married.
Teh Ninj4 (8:17:35 PM): Lol, that was good
Psychoanalyzing (8:17:43 PM): It was.
Psychoanalyzing (8:17:49 PM): I'd been planning it since Wednesday.

2003-06-21T00:02:00.000-04:00

FYAD

You aren't orignal.
You aren't clever.
You aren't interesting.
You aren't sincere.
No one cares about your car.
No one cares about your hobbies.
No one cares about your top 5 favorite anything.
No one cares about your feelings.
No one cares about what you have to say.
In short, no one cares about you.
You deserve nothing.
Have a nice day, fucktard.

2003-06-21T00:00:00.000-04:00

Nevermind

Going there would be a very bad idea. I'm sticking with blogger.

2003-04-21T00:38:00.000-04:00

You Go Here Now
HERE

2003-04-03T22:26:00.000-05:00

10 Ways To Be An Idiot

1. Pick your college based sports
2. Get a barbed wire (or other meaningless design) tattoo
3. Give away coordinates of troops
4. Believe everything you're told
5. Waste my time
6. Speak ebonics
7. Critique books you've never read
8. Ask stupid questions
9. Maintain political correctness at all costs
10. Keep corrupted or misnamed files for sharing on P2P networks

2003-04-02T23:15:00.000-05:00

WHAM!
I just walked out through the living room of my house to get to the kitchen, and noticed my mom was watching the movie Enough. From what I've heard, it's a movie about domestic abuse. Apparently J.Lo's husband kicks her ass once or twice (she probably deserved it), then she gets revenge. This is great. Don't get me wrong, I don't hit women, but I have alot of pent-up rage I'd like to take out on some of them. With this movie, I can watch some sleazy guy take out said rage on a woman, all the while knowing it never really took place.

Oh, but it gets better. Not only is she some woman, she's J.Lo. She's dated rappers and been in rap videos. She DEFINITELY deserves it.

It continues to get better. It's a tripple-whammy for me, because I think she gets revenge on the deadbeat. This means I get to see one type of person I'm bitter towards (women) and 2 types of people I hate (people who associate with rappers, and wife-beaters) get beat up. Alot.

They need to make more movies where people I hate get beat up.

2003-03-24T21:48:00.000-05:00

Why Must I Be Perpetually Surrounded by Idiots?
Now I will tell you a harrowing tale of....*drum roll* IDIOCY!

Both of these disturbing displays of stupidity take place in my Biology class, which lasts two hours every Monday and Thursday, and one hour on Wednesday. That means I have to put up with this bullshit 5 hours a week.

Tale #1: Today in Biology Mr. Emens announced that we would be having a debate about whether or not we should be at war.....I can't type this, it's too horrid...*regains composure*...now then. Anyways, he picked two representatives for each side, Pro and Anti-war. Then we voted. The vote was split across the board by black kids vs. white kids, the latter being pro-war. After this vote, we began debating. It turned out that one of the reps for Pro didn't know we were in a war until yesterday. The other one thought the war was about oil. Retards...

The reps for the Anti side were far worse though. One didn't say anything, he just clapped when other people spouted off unintelligible ebonics garbage. Specifically, he cheered and clapped when one kid suggested through a thick ebonics accent, and I have to paraphrase this because it made no sense in its original form, "Bush needs to get over there and fight the war himself.

"First of all Bush is the President, second, he's old. Not able-bodied, get the idea moron?" is what I tried to say, but no one heard me because I only muttered it to myself.

The other said we shouldn't be going to war because Bush is stupid, and can't spell "Tomato." I reminded him that this was Dan Quayle(sp?), not Bush. I later realized that not only was it not Bush, it was also Potato, not Tomato. He ALSO complained about gas prices, saying "I have to pay $2 a gallon because all the gas is going to fuel tanks in Iraq." Keep in mind that this kid is a freshman, and therefore does not even pay for gas. At all.

Also, throughout the entire debate, Mr. Emens (moron) kept making me stay quiet, not talking out of turn. I understand that I'm disruptive, but I wouldn't have to be if people weren't so fucking stupid. I think that if a judge in a court witnessed the defendant flinging shit at the prosecutor like a red-ass baboon, the judge would speak up and stop them. That was essentially what I witnessed, and essentially what I attempted to do.

Tale #2: Later in Biology, Mr. Emens anounced that we would be doing a book report.

"Yay!" I thought to myself, "I like book reports." Seriously, I do.

He goes on to say "We'll go to the library as a class Wednesday, and you can hand in the report along with your test Thursday." I was shocked at this. Surely he didn't want us to read a whole book, a SCIENTIFIC book no less, in one day.

"Wait." I replied, "We have to read a whole book in one day?"

"Oh of course not. I don't want you to read the whole book. I mostly just want you to look at the front and back covers, maybe read the first few paragraphs, and give me a summary of what you read."

At this I was dumbfounded. All I can do is write at the end of my report, "So, when do we get to do a real book report?"

....Maybe I'll add some fuming, angry statements to that, but probably not...

2003-03-12T21:29:00.000-05:00

How I 0wned a n00b
This is a copy of something I posted on the AnimeOnline forums, which lie in the unyielding pit of despair at www.animeonline.net. I will not provide you with the post the one I responded to was...in response to...because that's just ya know...too much work.

Originally posted by Neko-Ruri
You must be one of them french morons anyways... What is so wrong with taking out a mass murder? I'm all for it... If it makes the region safer in the long run. You are probally one of them traitors that will not support the US troops for following orders when they are in Iraq. Wait your telling me their are bunch of fundimentalist in the US? News to me and i watch CNN/Fox all day haven't heard anything about them being in the US... "Saddam's threat will make the US think twice about their actions" Yeah maybe for .0003 seconds..

"One suicidal bomber could blow up a building or take out a whole block filled with people, it basically depends on how big of a bomb their equipped with. " Yeah if they have a nuke or a massive truck they could do this... but that takes more then one person! Also must terrorist/fundmentalist in the US are being watch by the goverment now can i doubt they can pull much of anything off...

"This is just Saddam's counter-threat to our threat if he chooses not to disarm" He already decided not to disarm along tiem ago... stop supporting a massmurder...

I could rant about your dumb ass all day but i need to go eat dinner now so go buy a ticket and fly to europe where you belong

To this I said:

Let's play a game, it's called "STFU!" Just because he has an opinion (which didn't seem anti-American at all, just hopeful) doesn't mean you can call him French. I have a series of remarks to make on your comments as well.

First of all, there ARE a bunch of fundamentalists in the US, and just because you watch CNN and Fox doesn't mean you can magically keep tabs on the entire populace of the country.

Secondly, a nuke would take out a f*ckton more than a building or a city block. Also, it only takes one person to drive a truck with a massive bomb, and even if it didn't, what stops multiple suicide bombers from banding together and bombing the smurf out of NY or Atlanta or LA or my house?

Third of all, after implying that there were no fundamentalists in the US, you said that all the fundamentalists/terrorists in the US were "being watch" How can the non-existant fundamentalists be monitored? Also, if the government knew of terrorists living in the US, I'm pretty sure they'd arrest them and not just "watch" them.

Fortunately I can only "rant about your dumb ass" for a few minutes, otherwise you'd be screwed.

I 0wn with my l0gic4l ski||z

2003-03-11T21:51:00.000-05:00

I Kill Standardized Tests
Let me let you know right now that this entry is semi-journalistic-ish-ness-ful. In other words, it chronicles the better part of a day in my life. Just warning you.

Ok, I woke up for school today at 6:45. After showering, eating breakfast, brushing teeh, etc, I left to catch my bus at 8:00. I arrived at school at roughly 9:00, and had to wait around for awhile until 9:30 when we, we being every sophomore in the school, were finally summoned to the cafetorium. Now, the cafetorium is a topic unto itself. It's an unholy amalgamation of a cafeteria and an auditorium. It's horrible. Those are two things that should never ever be combined, ever. It almost ended up being a cafegymatorium, but the school decided to build a gym separately.

Hours of my life wasted at this point: 6:45-9:30 = 2 hours and 45 minutes

Anyways, the reason every sophomore in school was beckoned to the cafetorium was because today was the science portion of the FCAT, which is a standardized test issued in Florida to all sophomores which determines whether or not you graduate. We took 4 tests last week, over the course of two days, and one test yesterday. The science portion for today was two sessions, each of which was supposed to take 75 minutes to complete. After the hour of mindless yammering, which included such things as "Read the directions to filling out gridded response questions as I read aloud." they finally allowed us to begin the test. Halfway through each of the two tests, the proctors give all of the students a small break. I finished the test in what I estimated was 15 minutes, long before even the first break began. This left me with an hour to do absolutely nothing. I mean nothing. They don't allow you to do anything in once you've finished the test. I couldn't even read a book. And this was only the first test. I finished the next one in the same amount of time, leaving me with an hour to do nothing. Finally, at 1:00 we got to put the test away for good and go to lunch.

Hours of my life wasted at this point: 6:45 AM - 1:00 PM = 6 hours and 15 minutes

Lunch was average. Just lunch. You get the idea. So after 30 minutes of lunch we go to English. I had hoped to learn in English. I like learning. Instead we watched a live action version of Alice in Wonderland. Its drug-induced meandering which masquerades around as a story did nothing but give me a headache. Finally, 2 hours later at about 3:30 the bell rang. I proceeded to head to Advanced Placement World History, where I've become accustomed to doing absolutely nothing. It was a generally enjoyable class, although I could've done the same thing I did there at home. At 4:30 the bell rang and I headed to my Spanish teacher's room to get a test for me to make up in Homework Help Room. I got the test, took it to HHR, and finished it by 5:10. I then went outside to wait for my mom, and she arrived at about 5:20. We drove home and finally got back 6:00.

Hours of my life wasted at this point: 6:45 AM - 6:00 PM = 11 hours and 15 minutes.

This is almost 12 hours of my life I will never get back, and for what? Absolutely nothing. I went to school so I can go to college so I can get a job so I can have enough money to keep myself entertained in life. Of course, I expected to learn at school so I can get into college with some knowledge so I can pass college so I can get a good job. And this day is not exclusive. It happens all the time.

This is what public education is.

I want my 12 hours back.

2003-03-08T23:26:00.000-05:00

www.erowid.org = The Only Experience I Need
After spending several minutes browsing through the drugs section of Erowid.org I am quickly reminded of why I've stayed away from them. Because I was never offered them. Then I was reminded of why I decided I would turn them down if I was ever offered them. Everyone who does drugs (consistently) is a fucking moron. If you're my friend, and you do, and you're reading this thinking, "Surely he doesn't mean me." I do mean you, so deal with it. Experimentation is understandable (to a degree) but becoming a junkie is inexcusable. Totally inexcusable. In fact, I would go so far as to say any use of a drug beyond the first time is inexcusable.

And I'm tired of "Oh, I just did it once. I won't do it again." It's mostly bullshit. Sure, you might be serious. Maybe. But maybe you'll go; "I handled that pretty well. I should try it again/try something bigger next time." and pretty soon you're posting on Erowid with things like "So I took a couple pills of ecstacy while my brother drank some shroom-tea and promptly vomited. He decided to go for a walk afterwards and upon his return, he smoked a bowl of canabis. Later he offered me a bowl, and him, his wife, and I all sit around and smoked." I mean, it's not exactly Pulitzer writing, even though that's not what junkies who keep a supply of someone else's piss in a mini-fridge in their garage aim for.

One article I read that dealt with ecstacy mentioned that it allowed the writer to have an extremely deep conversation with a friend. I don't see why that person couldn't have had the same conversation without drugs. Unless of course that person simply couldn't fire off enough synapses in their brain to think of something, so they had to let a chemical do it for them. People saying things like that make me want to go to a rave and beat the shit out of everyone who even looks like they're on ecstacy.

Edit: I came back to this today and realized that I said the wrong word somewhere. I doubt any of you noticed. Have a nice day.

2003-03-07T23:57:00.000-05:00

Question and Answer Time!

Q: Why does Ark always get screwed over? Why is he perpetually left with the short end of the stick? Why is he cursed to live out the typical life of a melodramatic teenager?

Email your answers to ni_roku@hotmail.com. My guess is: 42 (Douglas Adams R.I.P.)

2003-02-12T21:23:00.000-05:00

What think ye?

2003-02-10T23:42:00.000-05:00

Ever Get That Feeling?
For some reason, I feel like I'm going to go mad any moment now. No explanation, no impetus, just madness. I wrote a poem for an English assignment. Without even noticing, it ended up being about me taking vengeance on someone by burning them. I constantly want to pummel people into a bloody pulp. I feel like I have the right to decide who's a decent person and who isn't. Do I? I don't think so. I'd have to know the answers to all the ethical dilemmas we face. The problem is, people don't even know the questions they need to ask, so an answer is out of the question. I feel like telling people things that are cruel and hurtful, in such a fashion that it will hurt them. Of course I could easily say these things nicely. But I don't want to. I want to be cruel. 16 years of being a doormat will do that to you. I guess that's the impetus. No more people-pleasing for Ark...none whatsoever.

That's my vow.

Next time some kid asks me for notes because he was too busy playing Counter Strike during class to take them himself, the answer will be a resounding, "Haha."

2003-02-09T01:07:00.000-05:00

MTV is the most gratifying channel ever
No other channel in history has made me feel as superior to the general populace as MTV does. While watching “I Love the 80’s” on VH1, I flicked one channel up, and saw what I believe was a show called True Life or something. Regardless, it was one of their many reality based TV shows. This one featured three people, two females one male, each of which was undergoing psychiatric treatment for their assorted phobias. The first woman had a fear of little people. Midgets. Oompa-fucking-loompas. Her shrink hypnotized her and brought her back to when she was 12 years old, waiting in line to sit in Santa’s lap at the local mall. Apparently, she wet her pants waiting in line, and was convinced that the elves were going to throw her into the oven. What oven she was referring to, I have no idea. Apparently, to add to the terror, her cat startled her later that night. From this point on, she was scared of little people. It was especially funny watching her flip out when she went to a bar where a midget was a bartender. The second woman had a fear of cats. Now, I only saw a portion of her psychiatric treatment, but it featured her trying to pet a cat. Not as bad as the midgets, but still pretty bad. The guy was just nervous around girls, so I can’t find any real way to insult him.

Now, this show, in isolation, isn’t that bad. Sure, they exploited the deepest fears of some people to make a cheap dollar on people like me who watched it because it made them laugh, but so does Fox, The WB, and every other station on TV. They just keep adding to it though. Awhile back I saw “True Life: I’m Going to Fat Camp.” Yeah, fat camp. It’s not even like they tried to be polite. Instead of “I’m Going to Weight Camp” we get “I’m Fucking Morbidly Obese So My Mom Is Sending Me To Fat Bitch Camp, Jesus Christ I’m Fat, I’m Fucking Huge, Holy Shit!” It was a good watch though. I now value my skinniness.

I’m just waiting for “True Life: I Just Took Over Viacom And Locked Every Employee In A Broom Closet. Yes, Just One Broom Closet.” Guess who’ll star in that one?

2003-01-19T23:38:00.000-05:00

Everything I say just fucking has to be wrong...
So my calculations were screwed up. I still don't believe their bullshit statistic.

2003-01-19T23:23:00.000-05:00

Why I'm Smarter Than TRUTH
I have witnessed the single stupidest TRUTH commercial ever. It featured a young man standing in front of a red curtain, reading some stuff from some papers. At the end of the commercial, the curtain is pulled away to reveal a cemetery, and the young man says, "I bet they're the only drug company whose product kills 12,000 people a day." in reference to a tobacco company, probably Phillip Morris.Yes, that's right, twelve-thousand. TWELVE THOUSAND!!!

This immediately reminded me of the statistic I heard in Life Management Skills which stated that a teenage girl became pregnant every 13 minutes. I made the point then that it if that statistic were true, almost all teenage girls would be pregnant. Of course, I didn't know the rough population of teenage girls in the world, so I couldn't do the math, but for this ludicrous TRUTH commercial, I can.

I know that India has approximately 1/3 of the earth's population, having 1 billion people in it. This would make the world's population 3 billion. Now, if 12,000 people a day died, in one year alone that would account for 4,380,000 deaths. That seems like a bit much considering they were only talking about smoking related deaths. According to the 2000 census, there are only 281,421,906 people living in America. The average of these 281 million people is approximately 76 years. Within 76 of having cigarettes around, the world would experience 332,880,000 deaths. This means that within one generation of human life, a number of people greater than the population of the world would be dead. The loss of life would be devastating, and inproportionate numbers of children would be running around parentless. Now, take into account that Phillip Morris, our nations largets provider of cigarettes, was founded in 1902. That means it's been around a lot longer than 76 years. Not only that, in the early 1900's, the lifespan of the average American was shorter than it is now. That means I'm being generous (read: lazy) by using 76 in my calculations. I know my calculation doesn't take into account birth rates, but the point is that roughly one entire generation would be dead within 76 years.

Now take into account how many people die from other diseases every day/month/year/millenia, or whatever. I think I could very easily disprove these lunatics at TRUTH if I had the time to do some more research.

"There are three kinds of lies: Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics."
-Winston Churchill

2003-01-07T20:33:00.000-05:00

Intuition Hurts
I think I've figured something out, but I'm too afraid to say it to anyone. Anyone. Not even the one it concerns, just anyone. I need to be forced to tell. So come to me. Force me to talk about it. Ask me what I've learned. No one will ask me. It's too awkward.

I've already said too much by saying this. Someone will ask me. Someone will find out. But I won't tell just anyone. That would be cruel.

But I'm worried the person I do tell will hate me. I get the feeling there's no easy way for me to get out of this situation. And what if I'm wrong? I'll look like a complete fool. Or what if I'm right? That may have even worse implications. I need you to understand. I'm not manipulative. I only want to help.

But what if I make things worse?

2003-01-05T19:22:00.000-05:00

Of Course
We feel the same. We both went through the same post-experience symptoms. Of course, you could've taken them all away so easily. Just a word or two. Of course, you continue telling yourself that it's better this way in the long run. You tell yourself that it'll just end more painfully, leaving you worse than you are now. All I can do is make a simple promise. It won't end that way. I'm not the kind of person who would just carelessly toss someone aside regardless of their feelings. I think you'd come out of the experience as a better person. A more whole person. Of course, I have to be patient.

2003-01-05T19:11:00.000-05:00

POLL
I've been considering gettinga new blog service. Preferably one that allows commenting and IP logging. Anyone who thinks this is a good idea should leave me a comment.

2003-01-05T00:04:00.000-05:00

Don't Say That
You've won things. In fact, you've won the most important thing. But you won't let yourself accept it. So I'll wait. It's all I can do.

2003-01-04T22:30:00.000-05:00

WHY SUICIDE IS BOGUS
Because I can live like this, but I certainly couldn't die like this. While I'm still alive, I have the ability to make my situation better. I'll die on my own terms, thank you.

2003-01-04T18:59:00.000-05:00

2 THINGS

A Random Musing
When your breath is ice, it's hard to eat a warm meal.

Music To My Mind
I love music. I've been listening to alot lately, moreso than normal. I realized that music is such a great medium, because it's just ambiguous enough that people can get almost whatever they want out of it. Sometimes I'll listen to a CD and think, "The writer of those lyrics must've gone through exactly what I'm going through now," but then I realize that the songs on the CD could've been about anything, but I thought about the lyrics as they applied to things going on around me. The only lyric I've been really stuck on lately, which isn't ambiguous is from Our Lady Peace. "I miss your purple hair..."

Coincidence?

2003-01-03T17:03:00.000-05:00

Stalemate
It seems like it's a game of emotional chess, and we're locked in a stalemate. The only thing we can do is step away from the board until there are some new rules. It's a shame I suck at chess.

2003-01-02T13:54:00.000-05:00

When I'm Gone - 3 Doors Down

I despise people putting lyrics on their blogs, but this is the way I feel, and I couldn't have ever put it any better way, even with all the big words I know.

There's another world inside of me that you may never see

There's secrets in this life that I can't hide

Somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find

Maybe it's to far away

Or maybe I'm just blind....maybe I'm just blind

So hold me when I'm here

Right me when I'm wrong

Hold me when I'm scared

And love me when I'm gone

Everything I am, and everything in me

Will also be the one you wanted me to be

I'll never let you down, even if I could

I'd give up everything, if only for your good

So hold me when I'm here

Right me when I'm wrong

Hold me when I'm scared

You won't always be there

So love me when I'm gone....love me when I'm gone

There are a few lyrics I'd like to change. There is another world inside of me, but you've already seen it.

2003-01-02T13:22:00.000-05:00

The Tree is Gone
There are no more remnants of the holiday season in my house. My mother and I took down the tree, and packed away all the decorations. The rooms, where formerly littered with presents, are clean now. There's no more tape with bits of wrapping paper stuck to the carpet. For everyone else, it's over, and there's no looking back, only ahead. All I have though...all I have are the memories. Memories of how great I've felt all this time, through the highs and the lows. I love my life. As much as I tell myself I hate it, I don't. I love everything that's going on around me so much. It's like sensory overload. This has been the best December ever, for so many reasons I can't begin to explain why.

2003-01-01T18:17:00.000-05:00

Maybe I Am Blind
My tears flow again, a product of this stupid emotion I can't hold back. I've tried to curb my feelings, keep my emotions in check, but they're stubborn. As stubborn as you are. I don't see the beauty in my tears, which you say is there. I'm sure it is, but to me they are just streams of frustration rolling down my cheeks. A glorious frustration though, one I wouldn't give up for anything. I wish you could just accept what I'm saying. At least I see the beauty in you.

Regardless, that time when everyone else was asleep was the happiest I've been in a long time. I couldn't keep the smile off of my face. I tell myself you were happy too. In fact, I'm almost sure you were just as happy as I was, to finally cave into the pressure of what we both feel. I was happy then, but it's gone now. I wish I could have it again. You could give it to me, and yourself.

Yes, we were both happy then. I could tell in the way you would reach for my hand. I could feel it in the way you moved your fingers against my palm. I could see it in the look in your eyes that seemed to tell me you were on the brink of shedding your own beautiful tears. But they would be tears of a different kind. Yours would have beauty, if you shed them then, because they would have been tears of happiness. Mine aren't. My tears are hideous. I see now. My tears really aren't beautiful. They're ugly. They aren't joyful tears, because those do have beauty, but mine are tears of sadness. Maybe they posess some morbid, abstract beauty that you see and I don't. Even if they do, they hurt more than anything when they fall...

I want to hold you in my arms while we both cry tears of happiness. That would be a beautiful thing indeed.

2003-01-01T14:33:00.000-05:00

I Spent the Rest of the Year with Her
The New Year's party was incredible. That's the only way to describe it. It was the most fun night of both years, without a doubt.

Anyways, I'm feeling incredibly clear-minded right now. I wonder if that's a byproduct of not sleeping for nearly two days. If it is, I should do it more often. I don't think that's the case though. I think this stems from talking to Sara for...::counts::... about 17 hours. I should do that more often.

Damn, I thought I was clear-minded. People IMed me while writing this, and I lost my train of thought. My...::more counting::...one reader will have to wait for a more relevant update.

2002-12-24T19:46:00.000-05:00

I'm such an idiot...
I want to retract what I just said. I've made things so much harder than they need to be. It's partially my fault, and partially yours, so I feel the need to apologize for my half. You've already apologized, so there's no need for that. When I posted that, I was angry. I'm still angry. I'm just more in control now. I'm sorry.

2002-12-24T13:06:00.000-05:00

I think I've won...
Don't you see how you've made it awkward anyways? Don't you see how you caused just what you didn't want to happen? Things won't be the same now. Nothing stays the same. If you could only listen to yourself...

2002-12-23T23:11:00.000-05:00

The fact of the matter is...
If what you say is all true, I don't see why you won't make an effort to change. If it was something you wanted, and something as trivial is that held you back, you would eliminate the trivial thing. But you won't. I don't understand. If anything, do it just to show me how wrong I am. When it ends horribly, if you grow to hate me I'll deserve it...but no, you won't hate me. If it did ever happen, if and when it ended things wouldn't be half as bad as you make them sound. There won't be any rain of fire and brimstone to destroy you, or a crippling disease to leave you with some horrible scar. If anything, you'll come out of it a better person. You'll see what you did, why things happened, etc. But even this won't help...why do I waste my time? I know why I do. I waste it because I know I want something. I also know that this something I want would work if only it were allowed to happen. If only you would, and I think eventually you might...

2002-12-17T21:53:00.000-05:00

Two in a Row
I've found what may be my most profound piece of writing ever. It was written in a state of mind I never achieved again after it came to me. Two pages, handwritten, of everything I think. You'll never read it.

2002-12-17T21:49:00.000-05:00

I Hate Not Being Able to Tell You
It hurts me to see how weak of a person you are. You know things around you are wrong, and you know you should fix them. You try for awhile, maybe even months at a time, but eventually you see that it's too much. You let yourself get walked on. I can't help but wonder if I'll be the same way because I came in part from you. Maybe I didn't though. Maybe all of this isn't true. Or maybe a dominant gene was passed to me from that man who I never have nor ever will know. Even if I am inclined to be the same way I won't. I'll let myself sit in this moment, hearing these sounds, noticing so easily what's wrong and how it can be fixed. I'll dwell on it. Someday you'll see how strong I am. You'll see how you were wrong, while I was right.

I guess I should thank you, because by process of elimination, I think I know how not to treat a woman. It's simply the opposite of the way you're treated.

2002-12-16T20:46:00.000-05:00

Why?
I don't think I can live in this world. Or any other like it. A world where people set themselves on fire for their religion. A world where people watch TV shows with mentally handicapped stars, and think it makes them a better person. A world where religious leaders (or anyone else for that matter) molest children. A world where one in every three people in some areas have AIDS. A world where we can't find a balance between murdering ethinic people or giving them scholarships simply because they're ethnic.

But until I find a way to make a new one, I'll stick around.

2002-12-13T23:34:00.000-05:00

Maybe
Maybe that was when I realized the value of the human tongue...the value of being able to speak fluently and to impact others with things as simple as words. Maybe it also made me consider not being able to speak. I would have to express myself through the written word, the only other method of communication I know. Can the written word ever be as impacting as the spoken word? Will people understand the fervor with which you think or the heat of your anger or the depth of your sorrow if they don't hear the tone of your voice? I don't think they will... Not unless you're a damn good writer.

Of course, wouldn't that be a clever, poetic way to look at it. It's a shame it couldn't be farther from the truth..... But also a blessing.....

2002-12-13T23:04:00.000-05:00

A Year and an 1/8th
It's hard to imagine how much the brief time I spent there would infuriate me. Now, another year and 1/8th or so later, I get angry. There's nothing I can do, it's a circumstance outside of my control. I suppose that's why I don't like it. I'm unable to help myself.

2002-12-10T23:32:00.000-05:00

If You Really Feel That Way
If you're really going to quit, which I don't think you should, I'll just have to post enough for the both of us.

2002-12-10T20:26:00.000-05:00

I Don't Know Why
And for some reason, it hurts worse than when another told me the same thing. I'll never understand any of this. It's beyond everyone.

2002-12-10T18:01:00.000-05:00

This is a Title
Sometimes I wish I could say something so infinitely subtle that no one would notice I was saying it. As I and those around me know, I'm not that kind of person. Recently, as always, I've said what I think without thinking about what I should say. And I'll continue doing it forever.

2002-12-09T18:42:00.000-05:00

I Wish
It's a shame things aren't as simple as parents make them seem.

"Why aren't you going out with her?" my mom asked.
"I dunno, I guess she just doesn't like me like that." I replied.
"Well you seem to enjoy each other's company." she told me, not even realizing how naive she was.

2002-12-07T22:32:00.000-05:00

I Really Don't Need This
Talk of suicide, religious arguing, pointless rhetoric that doesn't mean a thing. I'm tired of the confusion. Tired of the people who think they have the slightest clue what they're emotions are. Tired of the imbeciles who think they're depressed because their boyfriends dumped them. Tired of the people who won't help themselves, and think that because of that, no one wants to help them. Tired of the people who consider suicide for more than half a second. Tired of mediating. Tired of psychoanalyzing. Tired of being right. Tired of showing people the way to recovery. Tired of being tired.

But I put up with it.

2002-12-03T18:11:00.000-05:00

Just Half a Year Too Late
Today I discover that I could've taken Algebra 2 this year, and Geometry over the summer. I'd like to thank the powers that be for telling me this now, and not when I could use it to further my education and have a class with my peers, instead of sniveling peons who are miles beneath me. (Note the sarcasm)

2002-11-30T14:58:00.000-05:00

Look, I'm Updating!
I haven't updated in a long time, so I decided to provide a review of the movie Solaris. This definitely wasn't the best movie ever. Nor was it the worst. However, I would highly recommend going to see it, because anyone who ,has seen it is going to want to talk to you about it, and they won't feel right giving away spoilers. On the other hand, I wouldn't recommend seeing this unless you particularly enjoy thinking. The movie is somewhat slow, but all worth it in the end when (if you're at least marginally intelligent) you'll understand everything.

Keep in mind while watching Solaris that yours truly figured out what was going on half way through the movie.

2002-11-26T18:43:00.000-05:00

An Interesting Concept
Have you ever thought that maybe emotion is simply an advanced facet of a complicated process of reasoning? If you do something to avoid hurting someone, you're really just using the logic of: "If I do this, it'll hurt them and they'll be unhappy." Reasoning would obviously tell you to keep a friend. On the other person's hand, they would use the reasoning of: "If they do that, they obviously aren't really my friend, and the fact that they aren't my friend is bad."

I had more on this, but I forgot it. There are holes too...I'll work them out somehow. I'll have more on this later.

2002-11-19T21:19:00.000-05:00

Even Still, Some Have it Worse
Oh look, a stick. Yeah, just hand me the short end now; I'd rather not wait.

2002-11-19T13:45:00.000-05:00

James Bond 007 in Bang Another Skank
I got to see an advanced screening of Die Another Day yesterday. It was actually not as promotionally oriented as I thought, seeing as how the whole thing was being put on by several local radio stations. We actually only had to sit through 2 previews, and no commercials. After the movie ended (AKA: 4 sex scenes later) I decided that people need to stop using bullet-time for stupid reasons. The movie was good overall, but the special effects were used in really cheesy ways. I know this entry doesn't serve any real purpose, but don't worry, this won't turn into a journal.

2002-11-17T18:10:00.000-05:00

Assurance of My Unsure-ness
The secret is out, anyone who cares to know can ask me. I assure you, however, that I'm entirely unsure about it...

2002-11-15T18:54:00.000-05:00

Another Dilemma
This single fact is the only thing I can think about. I don't know why, I can't seem to put any reasoning behind it. I'm the only one who knows. I keep wanting to drop clever hints, see if people will notice, but I think they'll come to the realization too quickly, and shun me for it. One day I'll slip, or over-trust somone. The everyone'll know. Maybe I should go straight to the root of the problem....

2002-11-14T20:54:00.000-05:00

No One Says You Have to Read This
I hope that all of you avid readers out there have come to the realization that this blog is merely a forum for my ranting, and a way for me to vent my frustrations at a world gone awry. I bring this up because I was recently asked what was "with" my blog. I explained that I was very, very angry. All the time. This blog is most likely not going to be a fun read for you kiddies out there, but every now and then, I might post something funny, profound, enlightening, or maybe even revolutionary. Of course, all of my theories on the workings of the world were stolen from me by these people. Anyways, if you insist on reading, go ahead, but I'm not forcing you.

2002-11-12T20:01:00.000-05:00

It's So Painfully Obvious to me Now
I've come to realize that there's really no point in me coming to school anymore. Nothing ever works out for me, I always get the short end of the stick. I'm excruciatingly mad about it right now, and since I'm the sole controller of this website, you get to listen to me vent.

It all started in 7th grade *cough* cliche *cough*, when I started attending OCP. OCP, for those of you who don't know, I.E. all of you, stands for Orlando Christian Prep. It will more than likely be the bane of my existence until I die, so if you ever see it, and have the uncontrollable urge to do something heinous to it, be my guest. All went well at this school until 8th grade. Unbeknownst to me, the rest of the smart students in public school were taking their first year of a foreign language, which could have been any number of things, even Japanese, as well as Algebra I. Of course, going to a private school with a class size roughly equal to the number of brain cells in the average public school student (I think it was 14), the teachers all taught at the lowest common denominator, and all the students in each grade level had the exact same classes. As a result of this, the imbeciles that so plague this world resulted in me not taking a foreign language, as well as ending up in Pre-algebra. This alone wouldn't be that bad, if it weren't for what happened in 9th grade. Instead of doing what any school would do, and putting even the stupid kids in Biology, they put everyone in FUCKING EARTH/SPACE SCIENCE. Yes, that's right, the most remedial class the world has ever known. The fact that the earth rotates around the goddamn sun sunk in when I was about 5, and yet I'm learning it over and over again at school. Needless to say, I soon left, but in public school, things weren't much better. Being in Earth/Space Science in public school was hell. I was in the class with seniors, that's right, FUCKING SENIORS, who FAILED! I didn't put forth ANY effort, and I got a 98 in the class. Being in Gifted English was good, until the other kids asked me why I wasn't in the other gifted classes. There was no way to tell them quickly without making myself look stupid, so I had to explain the long way. They were all in Spanish II, Gifted Geometry, and Gifted Biology, while I was in no foreign language, Algebra I, and EARTH/SPACE SCIENCE! Now that I'm a sophomore, I only have 2 classes that don't contain freshman. English II and AP World History. It pisses me off so much to see that despite the fact that I'm obviously more intelligent than them (not bragging), they are learning the same thing in their first year of Highschool that I'm learning in my 2nd. Not that I'm really learning anything in Biology, seeing as how I have the SAME FUCKING TEXTBOOK FROM EARTH/SPACE SCIENCE! Yes, there's another blatant display of how the whole damn world is out to get me. On top of that, I've come to realize that because of OCP, I may not even be able to graduate as a senor. That's right, I'll be half a fucking credit short in electives....half a credit, because some fucking dumbass didn't bother to look at my intellect, and compare it with public school systems, and then do something about it. I would've been happy if he had just gone "You should go to public school." but no, no one even cared. The lives of other students are still being wasted there now, as I type this...

Now, to compound it all, my friend is going to Edgewater, and he gets to take JAPANESE! He gets to take the same language I've wanted to take for, oh, let's say, 3 years now...I think I'll just sit on the roof of my house for the next few years...not like anyone'll notice.

2002-11-11T17:56:00.000-05:00

Don't Tell Yourself I'm Blind
I'm not blind, nor am I stupid. I see that something is happening, but the meaning of it all escapes me. You alternate between uplifting me and belittling me, and you don't even seem to notice. I'll be paying astute attention from here on out. I won't miss a thing. Everything you do will be psychoanalyzed by me over and over until I come to see your true motive. Have a nice day.

P.S.
The sunset tonight was amazing.

2002-11-09T18:29:00.000-05:00

A Tourist in My Own Town
It occurred to me the other day that from my house, I know how to get to Publix and Winn Dixie, which are right next to each other...nowhere else. My aunt and I wanted to go to the Oviedo Mall today, and I realized I didn't know how to get there either. After giving wrong directions to her three times, we finally got there. I don't even know how I get to school in the morning....I'm a dumbass.

2002-11-07T21:41:00.000-05:00

A Perfect Circle - Judith
The song Judith by A Perfect Circle came on the radio of the bus this morning and something was brought to my attention. Bands aren't allowed to say words like "fuck". Anyone who's heard this song (if you haven't download, if only to know what I'm talking about) knows that it's entirely based on the lead singer's hatred of Christianity. Being a Christian the song is slightly offensive, but that's not the point here. Anyways, one of the lines of the song, sung in the background but still very audible, goes "Fuck your god!" and when the radio station played it there was no censoring. None. Not a bleep, not a silence, not one of those stupid noises rappers put in their songs. Nothing. The phrase was heard loud and clear by anyone who listened. This came to my attention once before while listening to a song by one of my favorite bands, Tool. Part of the song goes "Jesus won't you fucking whistle". I heard it on the radio once, and it too was uncensored. I want to know why it is that a band can't say fuck unless there's some sort of religious statement coming along with it. I couldn't say "Fuck your president" on the radio, but they can say the same thing in regards to my religion. Censors need to learn that you go all the way, or not at all, there's no middle-ground.

2002-11-07T18:37:00.000-05:00

I refer to some positively, I refer to some negatively, put I defer to none.

2002-11-07T18:21:00.000-05:00

Everything is at once expected and taboo.

2002-11-07T18:13:00.000-05:00

I GO HOME, BUS-SLAVE!
I get to rant some more about the bus system, but this time it's not the system that's really at fault, but my afternoon bus monitor. Yes, that's right, I have a bus monitor. This is the way it is because I'm on of roughly 4 people from Crooms on my bus, the rest are from Rays of Hope, which seems to be a last resort school for parents who can't communicate with their children. So as a result of the children's inherent idiocy, the school assigned them a bus monitor, so the driver wouldn't get distracted by their incessant fighting, swearing, and overall stupidity. I got on the bus today, and everyone was sitting perfectly straight in their seats, not talking, not listening to music. I asked why everyone was so quiet, and all they told me was not to open my laptop. I promptly opened it and began loading Winamp. When the bus monitor noticed the headphones in my ears, she started shouting something in ebonics. I translated it into something along the lines of "Don't open your laptops." Being the inquisitive mind/revolutionary I am, I asked why we had to keep the laptops shut. Immediately, fear seemed to seize everyone but me on the bus. The bus monitor was abashed. "Oh no!" she said, "I am NOT gunna tell you why I made dis decesion." After which she proceeded to...well...tell us why she made the decesion. Apparently, some little kid couldn't fight his own battles, so he ran home to mommy and daddy and made up some random shit about the bus monitor. This must've made her very, very angry, because despite the fact that the midget was spewing lies, for what little she has to do to successfully complete her job, she doesn't do much of it right. So she decided to punish the whole bus, telling us we had to adhere to the strict, official school-bus code of conduct, which includes 1) Keeping your hands and feet out of the isle, 2) Not distracting the bus driver, and 3) Not eating on the bus. Now, nowhere in those rules does it state that we cannot use laptops or CD players, which she also proclaimed contraband. She stated that she didn't "have to" let us use these things, but that she let us use the because they didn't bother her. Regardless of whether they bother her or not, I'm fairly sure that what she's doing isn't within her realm of power. I'll get around to challenging her tomorrow...hooray for controversy, however trivial it may be!

Revel in the superiority of your perception.

2002-11-07T13:30:00.000-05:00

STICKMAN REVENGE!
I seem to have gotten myself involved with an up-and-coming webcomic, which seems to be helmed by my friend Whiny the Elder, thought I'm not really sure. Anyhow, it's all stick figures, so don't expect the art to be on the same level as say...something a paraplegic monkey. Anyhow, since I don't draw at all, and by literary creativity is unparalleled (so says me), I'll be helping with script writing. No idea what the URL will be, but if you're that interested, try every day until you see a site there. That'll be the URL unless something happens.

2002-11-04T18:46:00.000-05:00

What difference does it make?
If I enjoy being on the computer, why should I be restricted to using it only an hour a day? What would my parents do if I enjoyed basket-weaving? And what difference does it make if I'm on the computer, reading, watching TV, playing a video game, watching anime, writing, etc.? Should I be restricted to an hour a day for all enjoyable activities? That's not even the extent of the issue. There are an infinite number of things I can be doing on the computer. I could be talking to a friend, watching a movie, reading a book and/or website, programming, learning, writing, playing a video game...there's no end to the list. Of course, I try to speak up for myself, in order to maybe get this ridiculous ruling revoked, and I get the inevitable "I don't have to explain myself to you." How does that make even the slightest amount of sense? "I know, I'll make decesions about my kid's life, then not tell him why, so he grows up to make shitty decesions too." I think that if I ask without trying to sound hostile, I should get a decent explanation of why something is what it is....I could continue, but I digress.

2002-11-04T11:18:00.000-05:00

What's that? You can't read? You don't know algebra either? That's ok, here's a scholarship.

2002-11-02T16:42:00.000-05:00

Wow, this is quite a predicament...

I am now no longer the devoted Sony fan that I once was. By making a product that breaks after time for no apparent reason, they've shattered the whole premise of why I play console games. If I wanted my games to spontaneously not work, I think I'd use a PC. My PS2, just last night, decided it didn't love me anymore, and stopped playing DVD movies. Keep in mind that the games worked just fine. I've never dropped my PS2, nor have I damaged it, or thrown it, opened it, poured soda on it, lit it on fire, stepped on it, fed it to rabid wolves, volunteered it for covert sniper missions in Iraq, etc. I thought to myself, after this frustrating epiphany that I could no longer watch DVD's, "Ok, I'll just call Sony's tech support, they'll know what to do." So I did. After talking to the polite but quiet man on the other end of the phone-line, he reached the same conclusion I had drawn hours ago...my PS2 is broken! He told me that I can have it fixed free of charge, as long as I ship it to North Carolina out of my own pocket. This reminded me of the time my brother's Gamecube broke. I went to Nintendo's website, and found a service center 20 minutes from my house. I drove there, they looked at it, and then they shipped to God-knows-where themselves. I payed nothing. Two weeks later, I got it back, and everyone was happy end of story. Now, the Sony representative I spoke with told me that turnaround time is 10-20 business days after they fix the machine...that's right, once they're done, they might get it back to me in 10 days. There's no specified time on how long it will take them to fix it though. So I could be utterly videogame-less until next November...and I just got DDRMAX today...could this have happened at a worse time?? I don't see why new generation consoles are breaking so easily either. My brother's Gamecube, my PS2, and from what I've heard, other people's XBoxes are all breaking down over time. My Nintendo Entertainment System (NES) that I received when I was about 6 still works, and that's been to the depths of hell and back. I admit that it could simply be due to new developments that aren't quite perfected yet, but poor quality control on the part of console developers may also be to blame. I say I should be able to take my broken console to any retail store that sells them, take a new one, and make the store ship it back to Sony. This is the way the world should work. Why do only I see it?

2002-11-01T11:18:00.000-05:00

It's strange...I haven't been mad about anything in a few days...am I ok?

2002-10-30T11:24:00.000-05:00

That's right boys and girls, it's time for me to rant!

We're going over our "4-year plan" in one of my classes today, and I find myself increasingly appalled at all the time I have to waste just to graduate. I've already gotten my necessary 1/2 credit in Life Management Skills and my 1/2 credit in Personal Fitness, but now I find out that I have to waste another half-year on a 1/2 credit of Physical Education...why? What place does physical education have in public school? I'm not really being educated in classes like these, but I'm forced to sit and listen to bull-sh*t I already know. Maybe they should give some sort of standardized test, and make the kids that fail miserably take these required classes, but (no offense) this is all below me. I could be spending my time catching up on the classes my private school screwed me over on.

I need to go into some detail about this. I started 9th Grade in a private school in which the entire freshman class was roughly 14 people. Literally everyone had the exact same classes, and as a result, the teachers had to teach at the lowest common denominator. Well, a few kids ruined it for the rest of us, forcing to take borderline remedial classes. I wound up taking Earth and Space Science instead of Biology, Algebra I instead of Geometry, and they also neglicted to tell me about a few important things I should have taken over the summer to eliminate taking excruciatingly stupid classes in school. All in all, they wasted about a half-year of my life, and I want it back, but there's not much I can do.

Anyways, back to my point. These required classes are a waste of educated people's time. I know perfectly well not to stick a fork in an electrical socket, which is more-or-less what I was taught in Life Management. After that Personal Fitness is the same thing as Life Management, but with running...now I have to take a Physical Education class for another mandatory half-credit. From what I'm guessing, it'll be like Personal Fitness, with more running and less Life Management. Regardless, it will mean I've essentially taken the same class three times. Like I said, give a standardized test, an IQ test, anything, just stop wasting the time of people who know how to stay alive. I'm sure the people heading for an early grave need to know how to manage their lives, but I (as well as several of my friends) don't.

2002-10-29T19:48:00.000-05:00

I wish I could stop and tell my parents what's wrong with everything they say, but it's such a waste of time. My dad gave me a lecture on whatever he was thinking about, but it came out as a lecture about the importance of putting away rags instead of laying them on skateboards when you're late for the bus as it is. Apparently, this is a very important and serious subject...I love my blog, it's the only one that listens to me.

2002-10-27T20:02:00.000-05:00

*Warning* There will be profanity.

Well, the Jackass movie is out, and it clearly marks the pinaccle of human achievement. I admit, Jackass is funny at times, but that's it, just funny. The fact that people try to duplicate, emulate, and immitate the acts of these people puts the entire populace of the planet to shame though. At the risk of sounding condescending, our youth has sunk so low, that their role models are now people who inflict pain on themselves to make others (and themselves, for that matter) laugh. I want to make very clear that I hate almost everyone who's ever done a stunt they saw on Jackass. Special exceptions may be made in the case that I know the person who did it, but if you have, and I do know you, I'll think of you as just slightly inferior compared to 20 seconds before I knew you did a Jackass stunt. Back to the main point, the filthy, bear-swilling rednecks that ride my bus on the way home seem to idolize Johnny Knoxville, Steve-O, and the rest of these people. I simply fail to see how a child can say "When I grow up, I wanna be a fucking dumbass!". Granted, it may be phrased differently, but that's the basic point of almost any statement regarding Jackass that comes out of their mouths. Some will argue with me that the people on Jackass are professionals, or that the show only comes on TV late enough that kids can't see it. To this I say this: the kids on my bus say that they routinely stay up past midnight on school days. Also, it's just as easy, if not easier, to get episodes of Jackass from p2p software like KaZaA. I know that to the educated viewer, and by educated I mean smart enough not to automatically want to do anything they see, Jackass can be quite amusing, and you know what, if the stupid-ass little kids wanna play "Hi, I'm Johnny Knoxville, and on this episode of Jackass, I'll be stabbing Steve-O forty-five times with a standard butter knife", then go ahead, cleanse the fucking gene pool.

Ark.........

2002-09-23T11:32:00.000-04:00

I hate these fucking people. MTV makes me vomit. Stupid people should all be shipped to Guam.

2002-09-19T11:45:00.001-04:00

DAMMIT

2002-09-19T11:45:00.000-04:00

Whoops...

2002-09-18T11:04:00.000-04:00

What's the difference between saying something and thinking something? If I think, "I really wish this person would just leave me alone and not talk to me." it's certainly okay, because no one has to hear that and be hurt by it. This creates a dilemma. I would rather have someone who didn't like me tell them to leave me alone. When people don't tell you what they think, it's essentially just like them lying to you. People today are so content with their friendships based on lies. They think that if someone is kind to them, they are obviously their friend. They don't care if they have popular friends, even if their "friends" hate them. Some people know it, some people don't. So here's the real dilemma. What do you do in a situation where you're thinking something, but can't say it for fear of hurting someone? Do you say it, or keep it to yourself? Regardless of whether you intend to hurt them, they'll more than likely be hurt, so what do you do? I think that from here on everyone who wants to should simply say what they feel. There would be alot less confusion amongst people in general. I want people to be honest with me, as I try to be honest with them. There was some point here, but my teacher interrupted me and I lost it.....maybe I should say what I think about that to her.

2002-09-13T10:56:00.000-04:00

Ok, the Rays of Hope kids suck. They're the little kids who ride my bus in the morning between Millenium Middle and Crooms. They're all blithering idiots. Most of them are obnoxious black kids. Don't get me wrong, I'm not racist, I just hate obnoxious people. I'm also not a big fan of the obnoxious white, obnoxious asian, or obnoxious swedish. Anywho, one of the obnoxious white kids on the bus was bragging about how many languages he knew. He told the obnoxious black kid next to him that what he had just said (I believe it was "Ish moo jub") meant jackass in German. Of course, jackass wouldn't mean anything in German, because it would mean "that guy's name + donkey". Plus, ish moo jub doesn't sound too German. The obnoxious black kid (from here on referred to as boy 2) proceded to make a bet with the obnoxious white boy (boy 1). Boy 2 said that Boy 1 could not name all 50 languages. At that point I stopped paying attention for awhile, because I think I was hemmoraging(sp?). A little later Boy 1 caught my interest again by naming all the languages he knew. Among them were Egyptian, Spanish, German, and finally, Australian......That was where I had to say something. "Australian?" I said, "You know they speak English, right?". Boy 1 replied with "No, ugh, they, uh........have other words though, and I know them all." I just let him drown in his stupidity after that point. I hope he chokes on a marble.

2002-09-09T11:09:00.000-04:00

Official Announcement!
I am starting a cult. Or, rather an organization (cults scare people). I am the Grand Puba, and am capable of admitting new members, so whomever wishes to join our elite society of idiot-haters (such is the basis of the cult/organization), should IM me at ArkPraecursor for any and all info.

2002-09-06T10:53:00.000-04:00

What the smurf is this crap. The bus system is by far the stupidest thing ever devised by the human mind. I have to catch a bus where I live in the morning and take it to a middle-school. Once there I catch another bus full of stupid private school kids who can't speak right. After these kids harass me for about 15 minutes, I finally get to school, where I proceed to one of the classes I hate with an all-consuming passion. Overall the bus ride takes me about an hour. A full hour of my life wasted everyday. There's no one on my buses to talk to, so all I do is watch anime, and that sucks to because the bus bounces up and down all the time. As a result of this I have to adjust my laptop screen every 10 or so seconds, then rewind to catch the subtitles I missed. The buses themselves are even constructeds poorly. The suspension seems to be made from ropes, that just jerk back and forth every time we hit a bump. I'm 6'3'' and the seats are far to small. I have to sit angled to the side just to keep my knees from impaling the kid in f ront of me. Because I have to sit sideways like this, I try to lean on the wall of the bus, but they've created several useless metallic ridges there that make leaning on it like leaning on razorblades. The little kids always harass me about my anime too. "You know what that looks like?" they say. "What?" I ask back, excitement streaming through in my tone of voice. "That looks like Sailor Moon." For God's sake. I know that to them, any anime looks like Sailor Moon because Sailor Moon is all that they've seen, but the differences are so appaling that it frustrates me. I wish sometimes that they would just keep to themselves, ignoring me entirely. Then some of them decide to give me instant-freaking-replay service. "He just shot him", or "They're buying ice-cream" starts to drive someone insane after a certain amount of time. One of the kids who does this alot actually like the anime, so I deal with him, but one other one just does it because he looks down on it, like it's somehow below him. Of course, he's a 7th Grader, and I'm a Sophomore, so anything he likes is bound to be different from things that I like.

I wish I could just explain to them what it all was, but an explanation just makes the anime look stupider to them. It's really something you have to watch. I'm just glad I'm smart enough to appreciate the moral values of things that they see as cheap entertainment. Of course it entertains me too, but I always come away from an anime series with something else, something greater that the writer of the script, the director, the artists, and everyone else obviously meant to install in the original Japanese audiance. I guess most American's just can't understand it. Some also refuse to watch it on the basis that it's obviously a mind-control device meant to put us under their command. They make the assumption on the basis that they once bombed one of our harbors. We did drop two of the largest bombs ever created on their cities, killing civilians and military personal alike, but that's beside the point.

2002-08-29T16:03:00.000-04:00

Shmooee

2002-08-26T10:24:00.000-04:00

Wee, another fun monday. Now all the 9th graders have laptops, and they hog our classes internet connection. Filthy little kids. Over the weekend the idiots at the power company must've been slacking off. We had about 4 heavy power surges, and the computer in my room is now broken. The cable company workers were twiddling their thumbs too, and our cable was screwed up. Of course, that may have been my dad's fault for not resetting the cable box. So now I'm supposed to call Dell and lie at them until they find a way to fix my computer under the warranty for free. Of course, they have one customer service number for the entire U.S., and it's always busy. Maybe someday when I have 24 hours of free time, I'll put the speaker-phone on and call, while carrying on my day normally.........what a bunch of idiots.

2002-08-23T15:07:00.000-04:00

THIS is what I mean. Sitting in class and having people scream about rediculous things. There is utterly no reason to yell at anyone for making sure they were heard. And then to rant on about it for several minutes. This is why Everything is Broken exists. So I can rant about how screwed up and idiotic a majority of the world is. If someone doesn't do something to repair America's youth (if that's possible), then we'll all be screwed in a few years. Damn....am I really this smart? Do other people really have such a low mental capacity?

Oh yeah, it's 10 minutes later and the same guy who was yelling is the guy who has a bad grade in the class and wants to sell a promo movie ticket he got for free.......on eBay.............

2002-08-23T13:00:00.000-04:00

Time for an HTML Test, this should be bold Woohoo, that works, I should try something else at some point.

2002-08-23T12:58:00.000-04:00

Ok, I think I'm through testing, now I just have to learn HTML

2002-08-23T12:55:00.000-04:00

Just one more freaking test.

2002-08-23T11:10:00.000-04:00

Stupid testing....gotta test.