February 2004 Archives

Well today heralds the end of Version Two. I can't look at it any longer. By that, I mean I can't look at the code anymore. The layout is fine, I like this layout more than the one I made for next month. However, looking at the code makes me want to cry. There's still a good 700-800 errors on the page, and trying to fix it just made it even harder to look at. So now we prepare to enter a new version: A Brief Pause. I used to love it, but not so much anymore. More on that later. It's error free

I was reading a blog entry someone had up today, and it was one of those entries where you talk about other people who have pissed you off without using their names. As I was reading it I was thinking 'Wow, I hope that's not about me.' Then I realized something. Generally the thing with those blogs is, if you understand every detail, but you don't know who else it would be directed at then it's probably directed at you. Which made me breathe a little easier, because I had no idea what was going on for the most part. I remember hearing about parts of the story, but not that much. Oh well. She didn't sound happy, so if it was directed at you, I would think about working on that and doing something about it

I had to reread my blog about punk music, because (just like I said) someone would get somewhat offended by it. I'm not so much upset by punk music, as I am by people's reactions to different tastes in music. In general, artists from all genres of music are garbage right now. There are others that are good. Some artists have music that people from all sorts of music preferences can enjoy. Then there are other commercially produced groups, that have managed to brainwash people into thinking that they're something amazing, and that they're oh so talented. I think those are the one that bother me the most. What I really long for, are the days when you could put one thing on the radio, and no one would complain - no one would bitch and moan, and no one would try and be an ass and sing Incubus over it (by the way - you're a horrible singer [not anyone who has driven with me recently, in case you feel offended]).

I was going to make another comment. But it would be mean. And you sir, are pitiful enough as it is. I don't need to make it any worse for you. However, I will make it as hard as I can on my MSN which likes to randomly crash, or sign out, or anything else it can do to annoy me. People are weird, and follow me around. I'm going to party all weekend long.

I think I'm willing to admit I've made a series of mistakes over my life. Some of them were because I was being childish. For example: the way I treated Megan, one of my ex-girlfriends. I actually have a feeling that her name isn't spelt that way, but it no longer matters at this point in time. All I need is a name to get the point I'm trying to make across. I was childish, and for some reason or another I decided to let myself be influenced by guys whose closest interaction with a female will never go past their mother. And she hates me now. I don't mind. In fact I'm thoroughly amused by the fact shes close with my current girlfriend.

I can't stand how people are about their tastes in music. I stand by my statement that the majority of punk groups have no talent. Not to say that pop groups have talent. Just they don't sound like crap. I have no intention to start a blog fight on this topic (You know what, if you want to post something bitter about why punk groups have talent - go ahead, I'll just ignore you and your arguement. I said the majority of groups. I stand by the groups that do have talent, and don't sound like ass.) However: I use this statement to bring you to my next complaint. I long for the days when all people listened to were Backstreet Boys and Spice Girls (deny it all you want, deep down you know you listened to them just like everyone else). If we still lived like that, I wouldn't have to deal with people bitching and moaning about what station the radio is on. This comes from having so many different groups of friends, who all have their own taste in music. And then on top of that, you have to deal with no longer having anythinhg in common with people because we each went our own way after the end of the Spice Girls era.

I miss when I had time to play video games, and not have to worry about restudying for a test. Ive gone over the computer notes twice in class. I've now gone over them again, doing my best to highlight important points and make notes. I had stop stop around page 24 because my eyes could no longer differentiate between the white paper and the yellow highlighter. And then we have math. I did all the homework for this unit. I understood all the homework for this unit. I did everysingle chapter. I did the review except for the last two quesions. I know how to do the last two. It would seem I'm in pretty good shape. Why is it then, that I worry so much abour these stupid tests.

I'm not even going to continue anymore. There's probably a bunch of angry people who are going to bitch and moan about my comments on punk music. I guess right now all I can say with deal with it. At another point in time I will continue about how Ashleigh totally up and left, and refuses to accept or exsistance. And how another person shouldn't exsist.

Literally. I hit periods where I don't care anymore. I don't care about school that is. I just want it to be over. We're almost done 3 weeks of school. Almost. I feel like I've been in this semester for a good 2 months. In math, I think I got really lucky. I wasn't in the mood to learn by 3rd period. At this point in time I don't ever want to learn anymore. We have a test tomorrow on Chapter 5, but we were supposed to start with Chapter 6 today. Which is stupid. But she wasn't there so I didn't have to learn. I actually enjoyed the period. We talked about parties, and who has the biggest head. 5th period was a waste like it always is now. After school in band, I had fun. But I was ready to sleep by the end of it.

Someone mentioned staying back a year and then oonly taking a few courses for an easy year. I would love to stay and party for a year. But it's not going to happen. As much as I would love to have half a year off, I can't stand high school as it is. I would go insane. I don't even care to go to university. I'd love to just skip that step. No studying, no pointless exams. Just work. Speaking of studying. I have two tests tomorrow. I feel like barfing.

I don't know what we've actually learned in computer science. So I'm going to read over the notes on structured programming and hope that it's enough. There's apparently no javascript on it. I wish we could just start programming. He always asks questions about whether we understand or not. I won't know if I understand, until I start programming. I mean, I thought he had accepted that we're two years behind. I thought he would have jumped into programming right now to try and catch us up. Apparently not. He does know his stuff, so I can only hope that something good will come from this. We still don't have textbooks.

I understand the math work. If I know what it's asking for. Some questions are vague, and I sit there going: Huh. Which bothers me. It was the same problem I had with the quiz we had. I knew what to do, I just couldn't figure out what she wanted us to do. Once I did I was fine. And she's very bitter about that, so I'm worried about this test. Sigh. I guess I'll just have to go over the review again. I did it, but nothing ever feels enough for this course. Not after the quiz anyways-----
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I feel like exploding. XHTML makes me want to cry. It was one thing to make this page viewable by Eugene. It's another totally different thing to make it XHTML approved. There were over 1000 errors on this page. After chopping it down to just over 700, I gave up. I'm not even going to touch it for the next version either. Version 4 will hopefully being compatible with XHTML. I had to start fresh with the index.html file because it was so horridly bugged.
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I have never seen someone look so hurt before. It almost made me want to scream, seeing those eyes. It looked like he was going to commit seppuku or something. Much dishonour to his family? I felt like crying watching it happen though. It was ridiculous really. It was almost a game, to see how much you could bother him witht he fact that he upset people over something trivial. Something that shouldn't have been that big a deal, but for some reason was? You did't get the answer you wanted, for something that isn't for almost a year and a half. It makes me all queasy.

I had a dream about laser tag last night. It was weird. People were dressed up as two teams. Power Rangers and .. crap I think the second one was Ninja turles. I don't remember though. It was all in costume though. And I won, because I'm super cool. Ya, whatever. I'm just really good at laser tag. I hate when my dreams have limos in them. Whenever there is a limo in my dream, it means something bad will happen. Well not bad, in a 'Oh no the world exploded' bad. But bad like: Thats not supposed to happen.

Mel and Eugene had a fight. I think. Eugene had a really long rant about HTML and IE. What it comes down to, is people will use: first, what they know how to use; second, what works for their target viewers. So if someone knows how to use HTML, and makes a personal webpage for her friends who all use IE. Then obviously she's going to do it that way. There's no reason to go out of your way to change the coding on the site. Oh the other hand, it doesn't take much effort. It took me all of 5 minutes to change my CSS so that Eugene could view my site with the word-wrap working. So it doesn't take much.

Eugene and I had a talk about using XHTML versus HTML. So I took my source and compared it to his. The only difference I could find in his vs. mine was that he had about two or three times more divs than I did. Plus the code I viewed was set up for MT, but whatever. I didn't see that much of a difference. Maybe I'm missing out on something
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Good Deeds.
I was feeling hungry earlier so I went downstairs to grab something to munch on. As I got downstair my dad came in with Harvey's! Yum. Now I'm full, and I feel like exploding. But that would be all messy, so we'll skip that. I could always implode, but that could lead to messes if stuff started leaking out of my nose and what not. Eew. But I haven't seen anything like that come out of anyone in my family. But then again, we're not the regular everyday family. Drama.

Not the little boy, that I used to be.
Or am I? I don't think so. Definatly more opinionated than when I was a little boy. A lot more jaded too. I'm generally not afraid to voice my opinion, but sometimes things get heated and people get upset. Like when I told Jess I didn't like her picture with a tongue and a needle through it. She got a little upset. So it's understandable as to why I hesitate to get involved in this little thing between Mel and Eugene. They're fighting about the new Passion of Christ movie. When I said that the Boston whatever stated that "if you bring a child to this movie, it should be considered a form of child abuse" I get the feeling they weren't talking about the effects in the movie. I get the feeling it's the brainwashing by the right-wing, conservative christians that should be considered child abuse.

I don't see how it's fair to say that Jesus has suffered more than anyone else, ever. He wasn't the only person to be cruificed on the cross (yes, that in itself was a form of torture - executions were done on X's not T's). I know he got 39 whips, because 40 would have killed. But I for some reason doubt that he was the only person to ever get the 39 whips. And I have a strange feeling that dying in a gas chamber during world war 2 would have been much much more painful, not to mention that most of the people in those chambers had already been destroyed mentally long before they were destroyed physically. Anyways, Jess, I hope you enjoyed this. I did my best to keep it civil. Still, it should prove to be a good watch. Even if a lady died of a heart attack.

The Draft.
In other news, American is thinking of bringing back the draft. I find it amusing. And totally against any rights a human has. Not that Americans as people have any rights anymore. Those have all been taken away by their government. Anyways, I'm willing to bet our population will jump a bit if this ever gets passed.

My Influence.
Despite all of it in its greatest, I still seem to occassionally live vicariously through others. Damn. When voting Valedictorian, vote for: "The one who actually deserves it!" I'm campaigning for Natasha to be valedictorian. No hard feelings to anyone else running. But she is the one who deserves to win it. The only thing she doesn't do much is schoo l activities, but she's been there for the school in other ways. Other than her, you'd be wasting your vote. I spent the day with a makeshift group of friends. Not that the people werent my friends. Grant, Heather, Julian, Alyssa, and the newest addition: Moose. They are all definatly my friends. Just not a regular group that goes out together. I do not have a lizard in my pants - but I won't be able to DDR for a while because I'll laugh to hard. I school you all at laser tag. I came in first both times!

And I'm out.

Friends, foes, and family (just kidding there's no foes)

I write you about something called Project Cool that you probably have heard of. If not, I'll give you a recap: my friend Magee and I have a non profit organization called Project Cool: Making Hope a REALITY. With the help of Reality TV show stars (Survivor, Big Brohter, Amazing Race, the works), we're raising money for the Autism Treatment Services of Canada this summer. Our website is now up, you can check it out at www.projectcool.ca

Alright so here's where you, my fellow friends, come in. To raise seed money, we're having an amazing auction on April the 8th (you should attend if you want it's going to be "the bomb"tickets on sale soon). We are looking for prize donations to be auctioned off. A bunch of anything: tickets, baskets, actual things unused (like lamps or whatever), services (for example we're donating babysitting hours).

If you, or your parents or friends or whatnot, work at a place that may be able to donate ANYTHING, I URGE you to give back to your society today and help out a friend in need trying to help other children in need. As I said, we will accept most anything.

I encourage you wholeheartedly to pass this message onto friends and family who may be able to help. Remember, all companies donating will recieve some marketing oppurtunities in our programs and event posters.

If you cannot donate anything please consider attending the event or volunteering at the events seeing as we are in need.thanks man.

Our email is projectcool2004@yahoo.ca

Rock on boys and girls,

Jessica M

Originally it didn't bother me. Today didn't bother me. Despite it being a long day, I managed to do some homework (have it make sense), and move on from there. But somethings been bothering me. I'm amazed at how people who would consider themselves my friends are only really friends when they need something. As soon as something else comes up with other people I get dumped off. Not that I'm complaining that much. Most of the time, its due to a relationship with someone I hate. And I don't plan on stopping, everyone that I hate is hated for a good reason. I tired to play Crystal Chronicles to make it better. So far, multiplayer has been a pain in the ass to co-ordinate. Sigh. Now to wait for the new Harvest Moon. My homework beckons, and I'm not sure if I should answer. Typing this made me sick to my stomach.

It's been a crappy week. It would explain why I totally gave up on blogging. Well Friday night didn't suck, I was just really busy. I don't remember what I was doing Thursday. Let's try and recap. Thursday was Hawaiian day, and I went in a grass skirt. In computer science Mel got upset because right after she had said she didn't need me to host because there weren't any ads. Then we went to her side and found ads. So I had to try and fix it. I was able to reposition then main picture, so instead of being centered, it covered up the ad banner. But I couldn't do anything for her main page without it getting all screwed up. Sorry. I honestly have no idea what happened on Thursday night.

Friday was a craptastic day. It started off with me not being able to concentrate properly on the World Issues test. For the majority of Short Answer and Essay sections I was just bullshitting my way through. For the essay, he didn't really tell us what he wanted ahead of time so it was stupid. He just told us what to use. I am glad he did that though, or I would have been really screwed. The short answers weren't anything we had actually done. The only basis I had for those questions was what I could think of. Then we had a pep rally which was a big waste of time. In Discrete I failed that quiz. It was brutal (and reminds me I need to finish my homework tonight). I knew how to do it, sorta, it just wasn't clicking in an adequate time period. Friday night was good. I spent the whole night with Marta. We got a sub and a pita; we played video games, and we went to a movie. Kaitie's planned movie. Which she did not go to. It was an amazing movie (50 First Dates is so good), so it was her loss.

Saturday I slept in. Then I found out that our Hawaiian party was cancelled. So we had to make plans to go elsewhere. Eventually we went to some guys house. I don't know his name. I think he's a pokemon though (0_o). The party was a lot of fun. I didn't know anyone when I walked in. Eventually I saw Liz. I saw these two girls who used to work at Booster Juice and Extreme Pita. I recognized one other guy - I think. Eventually I started seeing people I knew. Jordan Brown was there for like all of 5 minutes, I have no idea where he went after that. There were other random grade 12s, and some random grade 11s. Most of the people left after the cops showed up, but we wound up back there again after eating pizza. Mmm pizza. I honestly don't remember what time I got home. All I know is I got in a random cab. Yay randoms, I love you! And they didn't make me pay, I felt so loved. Then I walked home. I don't think I've ever walked home so quickly - I wasn't even walking fast either. Now to figure out why there's a bruise on my elbow.

Stupidity.
I can't do homework anymore. It's been a week and I can't concentrate on anything. At all. I've been trying to do my homework, but I feel nothing. No longing to do my homework (well in reality, who longs to do homework). No pull towards it. That's what bothers me. Even though I generally wouldn't never want to do my homework, it used to get done. Now I look at it, and feel sick. I tried to do my World Issues review and homework. I couldn't find the defintions anywhere, so I put it away. I'm not even going to touch my Discrete because it makes me sick. I'm so tired. Bleh.

She loves me.
She really loves me! My price: Sex! Ok just kidding. How about a way to get my homework done and not feel tired all the time. Oh a really high post count on the VN?

I don't think anyone I've talked to was able to get their homework done tonight. I went and filled out my grad form because it needs to be handed in soon. After that, I took one look at my Discrete homework and felt sick. It wasn't a good thing. So I'm not even going to touch my World Issues. I'll look at it tomorrow becaue there's a test on Thursday. I've never gone three weeks in a row feeling this bad about going to school. I just don't want to anymore. Marta couldn't get her essay done, and Natasha couldn't study for a test. Maybe it's contagious?

Back to Nature.
I liked today. Not to mention that today marked one year of dating, it was a good day. I did something I hadn't really dont in a long, long time. I watched TV. I know, I'm a loser. I get bored watching TV, and usually end up on my computer where I can do a bunch of things at once (homework, MSN, VN Boards, Music, AIM, IRC, etc.). So I was shocked to find myself watching TV today on a weeknight. It started with me sketching something, while my brother flipped between Family Guy and Simpsons. Then 8 Simple Rules came on. That is a really really good show. So I made him watch that. Then Degrassi came on. Wow, I hadn't seen that show in forever. Marta always watches it, and now I know why. I need to watch that show more often! I used to watch that show so much. I skipped out on the O.C. though.

Happy Day.
In general it was a happy day. Mel officially debued her new layout. I like it a lot. I'm waiting until March to put mine up, but her's definatly puts mine to shame. Oh well. I still like it, and I'm working on a new on as we speak. I wonder if I should do Cowboy Bebop again or move on to something else. We shall wait and see. School was being a bore again - but what else is new. I don't even remember lunch today. Wait yes I do. Drew was being stupid and sitting near us. And then I saw someone I really hated. Bah. Math I wont be there tomorrow, I get to spend time with Heather.

The Reflection.
Watching TV it was scary to see all the character similarities. I will expand tomorrow when my brain is functioning properly. My desk is a mess. Again. Sigh.

The Blame.
I know it's not his fault. I know he's just as frustrated with the fact that the school board is stupid as we are. But that stupid Kevin Mitnick paper made me want to shoot someone. It was so annoying. I don't think it's long enough, and at this point I don't really care eithe. I went out and got a Java compiler and a book on Java 2. So now I'm going to try to read this book and learn something about programming. But this book is horribly boring.

Last night I had a dream I went to Waterloo to give a presentation. It was like some board meeting with lots of important old people (and when I say old, they were all like 70). Then there were some other randoms there too. There were were little conversations going on before it was getting started and everytime I'd answer something (it would be like one word), this lady told me not to talk so loudly or out of place. I think I eventually threw a really really big book at her face and then she left. I got to talk to the president with just some other people there. He asked me what I wanted to do, and I told him I wanted to go into programming. He then asked me what experience I had. I told him in grade 11 we were screwed over, and didn't really learn anything about VB even though we were supposed to. Then I told him I was worried about the way things were going because it's been two weeks, and we still dont have anything. Then I woke up and went and bought what I needed. I hope it helps.

The Fight
I hate people who try to make a big deal about how horrible their family lives are. As if they are the only ones who get into fights with their parents. I got into a fight with my parents today. The amusing thing is, I got into a fight with them because they were blaming me for something I didn't do. Now in most cases, when people say they're getting blamed for something they didn't do, they're just trying to make themselves look innocent. I was being blamed for losing the cables for a video camera. I had apparently lost them when I took the camera to school to film something. My dad claimed it was english. Never have we been required to film anything in english. So he says drama. Drama had to be performed live. He says I'm lying and that I took it to school and he knows it. So I asked Rob, who I talked to like everyday at Loyola. I already know that I never filmed anything at Trinity. He says I never filmed anything. I asked someone else. Same thing. I still get blamed. So to the people who constantly fight with their parents. Try not failing courses. Try not doing things to your body or room to piss them off. (Disclaimer: You know who you are when reading this, because you have crazy parents so this does not apply to you.)

This is another site I really like. I found this collective site which I believe includes this site which I had already mentioned I really like (the more I look at it, the more it grows on me). This is still my favourite.

A history for the curious. I find history very amusing (because, yes I tend to be weird). So of course, I happened to be researching various holiday histories a while ago for my masterpiece, and remembered that I now know about St. Valentine's Day. Which is today. I think it's fair to say that it's not as much of a Hallmark Holiday as people want it to be (and the people who hate, or boycott the day generally don't want to have someone like them - Or just aren't liked). Originally Valentine's Day was on the 14th of February, and it was a day dedicated to Juno the Queen of the gods, and the goddess of love and marriage. So of course there was a festival. The festival involved name drawing, the one time when boys and girls were no longer seperated and isolated from each other. Boys and girls were paired up (in some cases the pairing lasted for a year, and the pair generally fell in love and married). So when Claudius II outlawed marriage thinking it would help with conscription into his armies, Valentine went about arranging secret marriages for couples with another saint (his name escapes me). Eventually he was caught, and sent to jail. While there he fell in love with the jailors daughter, and on the day of his execution (Feb 14) he sent her his last love letter signed 'Your Valentine'. The End. Aww.

Our Celebration.
We had a celebration of our own last night. Guest Appearances included: Morganti, Torie, Alyssa, Veronica, Olga, and Nina! It was a lot of fun. Especially trying to find the alcohol in the first place. Originally Philty's was supposed to, but they couldn't. Then Staple's didn't pull through either. Eventually we found Dani at Chapter's who was able to find us a friend who could do it. Muchos <3 Dani! And to your South African friend, and all the other crazies at your party. Torie, Nina and Olga had arrived ahead of time. Sorry we were late! But my dad offered them beer, so I think it was all good. We danced a lot. Aqua, Spice Girls, Busted!, and a random CD. Pirates of the Carribean and Austine Powers 3 was in there. And then everyone was leaving. Sigh. Must be done again.

School Blues.
It's nice to not have homework for a weekend. Escpecially after the day that Friday was. In Comp Sci I think I exploded. We have to do an essay paper on Kevin Mitnick, who is some hacker. I give creativity points to our teacher. Mel complained about how the teacher wasn't letting us program (I think), and then I realized it's not really his fault. I blame our school. Our school who has some thing against the Computer Department. I blame it on a sport-heavy administration. I guess computers can't compete with sports (considering $250 000 was spent on sport equiptment alone last year). I'm glad there are dedicated teachers who work their asses off to keep things running in their departments. (Like Mr. Harkin, and Ms. Mascarin who stay after school until after 4:00 every night running music stuff). The Math Department is huge, so it has amazing people in it (and idiots to, namely the younger grade teachers). And I don't take science or anything else enough to comment, so I wont.

Blog Hopping.
Today I spent most of my time blog hopping while I wait for it to be night, so I can do something. I was hopping to find something to read, and/or something to inspire me for a new layout. I found some blog layouts I really like, and some that I loved. Loved. Really liked. Liked. Also liked. I was amused because I one point I managed to find myself on Jess' site. So amused. Now to continue the blog hopping!

So Yesterday.
Oh today was a day that really was so yesterday. It was a really odd day, where all I did was talk about old memories. Starting in 5th period. I sat with Siobhan and Jess talking about how Siobhan is the reason I'm loud. I was a shy, quiet kid until I had to sit next to her. She made me really really loud. I think the breaking point was when her and Angela wasted a whole container of White Out on my Le Kit (Oh man, do you remember those things?). They whited out the whole top, and then coloured all over it. On the sides they drew borders to match what they had drawn on the top. On the inside there was a huge massive flower. After that I was loud. Then we talked about the time I went to see her play at the Oakville Center. I nearly died during a monologue, so you could say I didn't make the best impression on them. It was funny.

You can say you're bored.
Ms Raper definatly wasn't bored at the VOlleyball Championship last year. We were sitting quietly during the match against Lester B Pearson making fun of the other players when she jumpd up and yelled: Give me a T!! I had never been that shocked in my life. I think I nearly died. The Pearson Mascot looked like he thought she was going to eat him. It was amusing. Today I spent my night avoiding homework at the Loyola Arts show. It was ok. For the most part I wasn't actually in the show. I wandered around with Alyssa and Mike Yip(!!). I got to see a lot of old people. To list a few: James, Amanda, Graham, Susan, Andrew, Kim, And Jae (in order of who I talked to). I didn't really talk to anyone else even though I saw them.

You can act real tough.
We're planning for the next episode of Queens. It should prove the be a lot of fun once we go. Steve, Tim, Alyssa and possibly Natalie are going from our school. Mike Yip has a bunch of friends going. I'm going to be rooming with Mike. I honestly can't wait to go. Mike pointed out that I failed to mention Queens in my reminscing blog. Which is a shame because Queens was probably more life changing than Mini-U (well except for maybe the last year I went). In grade 9 when I went Mike and I were the only grade 9s there. He at least knew some people from other schools. I didn't really know anyone. But I still had fun. I started changing the music I listed to (Missy Elliot and India.Arie baby!). Grade 10 was just as fun with D&D. Oh Mike and I cheated the system SO much. It was amazing. Our C++ course sucked a lot too. It was so brutal, we didn't do ANY of the work.

You can say you're torn.
I'm certainly torn with all that's going on. But I'm not complaining anymore. Before I sign off tonight, I would share some good news but I don't want to jinx anything. I also love that new single from Pink. It's so good.

Readjustments.
It's weird when you have to readjust something in your life. And right now ther are a lot of things to readjust to. First and foremost, we just started a new semester. And I know there's no way that I'm the only one that feels like this semester isn't a real semester in school. I know that it is infact a semester it just doesn't feel that way. When last semester started. Ok to be honest I don't remember how last semester started. I don't think it started like this one did though. In world issues we're going really slowly because he wants to wait and see if anyone drops the course. I guess it works in theory, but I don't like how slowly the course is picking up. Which is ironic, because I'm now going to complain about my Discrete course which picked up really quickly. I'm not complaining because it picked up quickly. I'm complaining because she's all over the place sometimes. Like after the quiz we did a little thing on the anti-derivatives, and derivatives or trigonometric thingeys. Which was cool, but it was still all over the place. Computer Science isn't up and running yet, but I'm not complaining because hes working so hard for us.

Frequency.
Since the semester hasn't set in yet, it's easy to see why I'm suddenly doing things I didn't regularly do. Not that there's anything wrong with that (it's quite the contrary - drunk on a Saturday is just what I need). I just didn't do it before so it was a little fun. I'm spending a lot more time with different people. Alyssa and Torie got some well deserved time spent drunk. And sober too - lot's of fun. I've seen a lot more Veronica recently, even though she works alot. I'm spending more time with Marta's friends too, although I'm pretty sure you could call most of them my friends (especially Brad because of teh booz0rz). All because I realized how stupid one person was. Hurrah? I miss Jess.

Family Affair
I find my family very amusing. My moms driving has gotten to be just plain horrible. She claims it's because shes frustrated with the way things are right now. I don't know, all I do know is that she likes to wait until the very last minute to stop. It's actually really scary how very much the same my dad and I are. I get a lot of my quirky personallity traits from him. I can thank him for the fact that I can't sit still for long periods of time, and the fact that I have very little patience for dumb people - and that Im also a mean SOB sometimes. (I still feel bad for the thing with Eugene). That's why I tend to be confused when he gets upset because of who I am, and my opinions. Oh well.

Graduation.
Grad packages were handed out on Friday, and I neglected to comment on them. There was a lot to take in at the presentation, but I dont like how the teachers refused to comment on anything that wasnt school run. I can see why they woulndt comment on anything, but I hate the attitude that they took towards it. There seems to be a big problem with the the proms. Mel want's to go to STAs and Alex wants to go to Loyolas. I can see why Tim wants to go to Loyolas (I'm not sure if Steve feels the same way though). I'm sticking with this one. Well, and I think I'm going to the Iriquois Ridge one and I might end up going as someones date to the Loyola formal. Partay!

You won't win.
I've decided I simply can't let you win. Only because then you wouldn't think you're right, when you're not. (No not you Eugene, incase you're reading this). You are a special case only in the fact that you think you're so special. In reality theres nothing special about youre situation, and in many cases people are much worse off than you.

I got an ergonomic split keyboad, and it's crazy. I didn't realize how off my typing is from what its supposed to be until I started using it. Bad habits

The Basketball Game.
Reverse Racism. The Junior Boys basketball team played some team from missassauga today. Out team only had one black kid on it. Their team only had one white kid one it. Normally this wouldn't matter, except for the attitude the other team had. The 'You're white, so you're going to lose' one. They were automatically better than us because they were black and we were white. How is that fair? Why don't they get in trouble for that. If our team had said anything close to that (ie. We're white and you're black so we're better than you), the team would have been in a boatload of trouble, and I'm willing to bet that whoever said it would have been suspended and kicked off the team. Or just play as a benchwarmer the whole time. I like how that works.
The Love. I went to the game to see you, but you weren't really there. I was hoping to see you but in the end I gave up. Heading to my locked I saw you smiling and had to smile again. Sigh.
And the Hate. On the other hand, I saw you at the game and wished you would get smoked in the face with a basketball going the speed of a bullet train. I blame the philosophy.

Layout.
Although I did my best to keep it a secret until the final product was almost finished, a few people have now seen what will be the EluamosNailo.com Version 3.0 Layout. I did most of it with a nice picture I found from a layout, and then had Natasha help me make an image, and get one of the text layers to work because it was being stupid. Other than that it's almost done. I was talking to Kaitie abotu possibily doing the text on my divider image and button for me incase it doesnt work and decides to be stupid. I think she was a little upset though, because her version of the layout wasn't up very long. I assured her that this one wouldn't be up until March at the earliest, simply because I'm anal like that and the archives would go all funny. I still feel bad about what happened with Jess and her picture. She found another one. I hope she uses the one she really wants to use though.

Bare All.
Eugene and I got into a fight about Janet and her boob. I think he took it really seriously though. Especially when I made a comment about being American and pro-Iraq. He should have known I was joking because we all know how anti-Bush he is. I think the problem was that I was being a little harsh. Of course the source of this is someone being stupid. Normally I just tear apart stupid people, but now it's all pent up because I refuse to talk. Sorry Eugene.

Scientology.
We are about to being our scientific report on the making of smores. It will be a lot of fun, involving an indepth report about making smores. We'll be including things like melting point. And stuff. I don't remember. To be honest, I'm tired and don't really want to be blogging but I need to put something out here to read. IT will be to find the best way to make smores. It is for the good of society!

The Appology.
Jess seemed upset about us not wanting her to use her image. It's not that she couldn't use her image, it's just I didn't like the image personally. I know she says she's not bitter, but I still feel bad. It's almost like she is disappointed or offended because we didn't like her picture. Now I'm her censor? I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. We shall see.

The Semester.
I don't like the new semester. It doesn't seem like an actual semester yet. It seems like I'm just floating around school. In World Issues we played a really fun game about countries and resourses. Heather Alex and I were a country. In total we got 5 votes for most greediest. Here's the amusing part. The point of the game was to get resources to match your population. So we had 5 population, and we needed 5 food, energy, resources, and technology. You start with a set amount. Some countries have surplus in all of them, some have surplus in some, some are in dire need. We ended up with 5, 6, 5, 5 - and 5 greedy checks. Evan's group ended up with 7 checks and had: 10, 14, 17 and 24 or something. And they're population was 2. Go figure. Computers we didn't really do anything. We took a note. The teacher is still trying to get the class up and running, so it's lacking. In Discrete Ms. Mascarin does random notes and it's so hard to follow her. It's kind of like, she knows what shes looking for but we don't - and she can't figure out why we don't see it.

You saw you looking at me smiling, and found a smile creep across my face. What's a guy to do?

I don't feel like blogging again. But I shall, just incase there are regular readers out there who live vicariously through me and my blog. I found myself some amazing cookies - Double Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip. I just about died when I saw them in the store. Peanut Butter cookies have always been my favourite, right next to the Mr. Christie Rainbow Chocolate Chip. When I saw Mr Christie Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies with Kraft Peanut Butter, my heart threatened to leap out of my chest. And then I glanced over the the right and saw the Double Peanut Butter cookies. Oh I was in heaven, that was for sure. The smores I made definatly paled in comparison. But when I went to continue eating my heavenly cookies, I found that they had been eaten already. For shame! Now I must lower myself back down to the level of smores until I can buy some more cookies.

Pep Fanelli
Today I went out with Natasha and her friend Alex. They had to go and try and find props for a play theyre doing. So I went with them to get my tour of STA. It's a dirty school really. The 100s, 200s and 300s were smaller than I had expected considering they were supposed to hold the majority of the classrooms. The 200s were made even smaller by the fact that the attendance office, the chapel and the guidance officer were all there. There had to be only like 3 classes on that level. The 100s had a lot of wasted space too. I don't remember what it was, I think it was a mail room and a large family studies editing room. At least there were more classes than on the 200s. I didn't go to the 300s, but can only hope for the schools sake that there is a large number of classrooms up there. The school floor plan is odd. From the 100s we took some secret passage hallway up to the stairs to the 400s and the Caf. Or was the Caf before the stairs? I honestly can't remember. The shcool was so confusing. The problem is see with it is that there are so many sets of stairs you need like 5 elevators. I like how Loyola and HT only have 1. That's smarter planning if you ask me.

People say Loyola is more confusing than STA. Actually, only people from STA say Loyola is more confusing than STA. Loyola isn't all that confusing. The first floor is a rectangle with a line dividing it down the middle into two squares. The second floor is a square build on top of one of the bottom squares. The only thing is at the back of the second floor, there's the hidden hallway which has 3 classrooms. No one ever finds it, because the stairs it has in the hallway lead to the football hallway. I think the only reason STA people are confused by it is because the Cafeteria takes up the the front part of the other square on the first floor. Other than that, I can't see what's confusing. The offices are all in one corner on the front hallway on the first floor. The Library and Gym can both be accessed by the main middle hallway. The gym, caf and drama room (if it's not locked) can be accessed by the front hallway. Not confusing really. Except for the creepy room at the back of the lecture hall.

Smores.
Jess plans on using a tongue with a needle through it for her next layout. I don't like it. I don't think Mel likes the idea either. She said she would barf every time she read it. I don't think I would be able to read it at all. She can use it, it's up to her. It's her blog, and her layout. Talking to her has become hard recently. It was bad enough before when she came on MSN. That was about the only time I could talk to her - but she spent most of her time set to 'Away' or 'On The Phone' so she could talk to Barone and ignore others. Now I feel no need to talk to her at all. And I might end up hosting her. Weird.

Stupid People.
I found what would have to be my perfect current example of a stupid person. The stupid person is someone who contradicts his or her so called moral beliefs. Someone who criticizes people for not being themselves, and living with a facade - only to turn around anf change the way they act so that they could fit in with their friends. The kind of person who criticizes everyone else for not having an open mind or heart, and then goes and tells everyone that their opinions are wrong. The stupid person is also someone who seeks attentions in the worst ways possible. Not like mugging someone, or stealing, or doing drugs. Although those are all really stupid ways for attention. The worst way for attention is to play the 'toughing it out' game. In this case, the person has things they're dealing with. Then they make stupid comments about it for attention. After everyone has turned their eyes to him or her, they simply state that they don't want to talk about it. They're strong enough to handle it alone. My brother's friend does it. He should be smacked.

I hate when good people fall into a bad crowd. That is what I'm going to talk about today. Instead of specific details of what I did every second of the day, I figured I would start with this. I will say that I hate when people fall into the bad crowds. I've seen it happen before. Someone who would generally be considered a good kid start hanging out with the 'cool' crowd, because he or she wants to fit it. It starts with them becoming the group bitch - a time when they will do almost anything to be accepted, and defend their new found friends with a passion. Of course the 'cool' crowd that they want to be a part of has to be the one that starts doing drugs and drinking, steals, and happen to be all around nuisances that bother that majority of society. It's not so much the drugs or drinking that are bad. I have a problem with stealing, simply because of the fact that where we live I know good and well that most people can afford things like a lunch - they just choose not to pay. Being a nuisance bothers me. It bothers everyone in general. It's the loudmouthed kids, that need to be shut up. Like I said, the drugs and drinking wouldn't be bad if they could handle it. Instead they start spending all their time with their new found 'cool' friends, and let things like their grades drop. I have no problem with people who have low grades (it's more of a problem with stupid people who are loud, and just happen to have low grades). Normally I don't care about people. But right now I see this happening to someone I know (no, for the record it's not my brother - I could care less about what he does in his spare time), and it bothers me. I dont know them all that well, so I guess it's not fair that I expect them to do better. But I do anyways. I'm also saying this in hopes to spark some certain people to blog. You know who you are.

In other news, I have come to the acceptance that if you look at the one reason that pushed me over the top into not talking to Barone - it seems that I am being unfair towards him. However, there is a long list of things that I will need to learn how to deal with before I start talking to him and other people like that. It's personal things that bother me. I am talking to James though. I feel horrible for not liking him. I have more reason to like him than some of the other people that I 'like'.

Semester 2 started today. Well halfway through today. They decided to let our day drag on with 11 periods o' fun! We went through each of the periods today trying to cope with having two days in one mentally. Starting with the beginning, Semester One I managed to tell Barone he looked like crap in Calulus and move on. I got my Calculus Exam back. We will not go into the mark, because it was very disappointing. I chalk it up to being sick, and mourn over my wasted time study. But that is it. Over all my Calculus Mark was 84%. Half-decent. Moving on to Data Management, we got our exams back and our final marks. That exam was something I was willing to accept. I got an 88% on it, bringing my mark up to an 85%, after it dropped a chunk from my culminating. I blame that one on bad luck, considering it was erased and I had to write it in a day. Oh well. Anthropology was bundles of good news. I got 100% on my Culminating *dances* My mark is up to a 90, which is what I would have liked my other marks to be. But fate decided it would taunt me. My marks are still good enough to get into university, and my average will only go up with second semester.

They dedicated 25 minutes to timetables. It would have been better if they had shortened the semester one classes, and handed out time tables in 5th period semester one. Semester two looks very promising. No classes with some people. Which is good and bad really. First period is World Issues. There's a lot of people in that class. 30 to be exact, although I am expecting a few to drop or fail. But I enjoy it. I stole a seat from Andre. It was mine and he was going to take it so I guess it's not technically stealing, it was saved for me. We already got into a debate about the war in Iraq. Brent started spweing off some America war propaganda and I wanted to hit him. Heather made a good point about it, even if I was tired and it didn't click right away. Second period is computer science. Mel is the only one who isnt in the class from last year - theres 14 in all. The teacher is really cool. He knows what he's doing, and he's looking at working on game development and teaching us how to hack to protect from hackers. It should be a lot of fun. I just hope he can reteach what we were supposed to learn last year. But it should be good. I sit next to Mel, all alone on the other side of the class because the first side is full. In Discrete I sit next to Steve, and infront of Joe and Mel. The homework is bad, because I don't remember the stuff from grade 10. Hopefully Steve will learn it from his brother, who can reteach it to me. The thing is, I know it, it just isn't working with the problems. Oh well. By 5th period I was going through Natasha-withdrawl. It's hard to go from 4 periods a day to 1 period with that girl.

Hardcore.
I finally figured out what my problem with 'punks' is. After a series of similar events, I have come to the conclusion that another reason that that they bother me is that they think as soon as they do something wrong, and get called on it that it happened just because of the way they dress. And then they get all offended because they've been treated horribly just because of the way they dress. It couldn't be because they did something wrong, or the morons. Of course not. It is automatically because society and 'the man' (whoever that really is) has a problem with them and wants to keep them down.

On a side note, after listening to a song: I hope it lasts forever.

I hate being sick. When I'm sick, I generally put off blogging for other less stressful things like playing Camelot. Not that playing Camelot isn't stressful. I guess that was the wrong word. Other, less challenging things. Right now, Camelot takes no effort, so I don't have to do anything. Blogging takes thinking, which takes effort. And it's generally not a good thinking, because I have to think of a way to not tear apart stupid people on it. When I'm sick, I also tend to do other things. Generally more fun things, like loafing around or doing nothing important. It also lets me escape from dealing with stupid people. So all in all, I think I can safely say that exam week was wasted. I slept most of it, and saw very little Marta. I am done my medication today though

Whacky Week: Loyola Style.
As my condition improved I started spending more time outdoors. Not outdoors outdoors, but out of my house outdoors. I spent time with people that I have been neglecting over the last half a year. Wednesday night I spent time with Alyssa, Torie, and Marta. It started with picking up Torie, and waiting for Alyssa to finish dinner. So we drove around for a bit. I was informed that Joey wants Torie to hold a party function, with him there so that I can be invited. Scared? Perhaps a little. I had to get my brother and sister Wendy's, so that was the first stop. After dropping that off at home, we proceeded to McDonald's do buy ourselves nuggets. Then we mosied over to Dominion. We decided to get ourselves some supplies to make smores. Smores tend to be hot and sticky, which I learned later that night. I saw Jeff, who played football with my brother. Time number one for seeing him. At Alyssa's we made smores while waiting for Mr.Yip to call us and inform us we would be blessed with his presence. It never happened. Half way through watching Clue he told us that he couldn't come and that we should do something Thursday. So we finished the night by playing cards - Asshole to be more specific. It was a fun night.

Thursday involved getting up at 10:30 to be at Mike's for 11:00. It was amusing seeing Alyssa and Torie that tired. Torie in specific, simply because her eyes only open slightly and she looks drunk. At Mikes house we at food and played a number of video games. It started with the classic: Xenogears. We played the battle mode. I started by killing everyone with Firewheel. Then it got amusing, so we tried other gears. Like Chu-chu, and worm. Wow, who makes a robot worm? Some weirdo no doubt. So we moved on. Street Fighter was the game where I died a lot, and Mike had played for hours to memorize the insane attack combos. So we played Duck Hunt on the original Nintendo. I sucked, Alyssa was ok. Torie was only good with her left hand. Mike Yip didn't even have to try to beat it. So we played another shooting game. Where it plays the same background on loop, and you have to shoot targets. Only the bad ones like the mobsters and the thieves. Not the man, or the police officer or the lady. The lady never gets shot. But the man and the police officer both looked identical to a thief and a mobster respectively. So it was stupid. I didn't miss at all, but got miss points for shooting the po. After that I had to leave for a doctor's appointment. But later that night things picked up again when I went out to Philthy McNasty's for dinner. It involved Steve, Tim, Rob, Andrea, Marta, Morganti, myself, and my brother. Dinner was good, except for Tim who got food poisoning and left after a short break at Andrea's. Not wanting the night to end, we went over to Planet Lazer. Rob and my brother were the only ones who played. I was going to play DDR: 7th Mix which they had, but there were idiots who kept playing. And they sucked. They probably just didnt want to let me play because Morganti was talking about how I should be able to do Max 300 on Maniac, even though I can't. Buttheads. I had to leave to drive Marta home, and I got back in time for one round before it closed. They're very bitter people there. So we drove around for a bit. Steve decided he wanted to go home. So to do this, he first drove and tried to turn left on Third Line where there was no street. Well Andrea and I were in my van following, talking, and generally not paying attention, we pulled in to make a left turn too. Then I realized you couldn't turn there, and Steve just went straight over into the next lane. But then, some lady in a BMW pulled up beside us. Then she stopped dead when I put my right turn signal on, waiting to turn. She looked like she saw a ghost, her face was priceless. Then they stopped the car somewhere else and all swithced seats. So Steve went home. We followed him. Then we pulled in front of him, and did 20. Then on his street we parked diagonally across the road, and didn't let him by. When Morganti got out, we peeled out of there with a loud screech and drove off. Leaving Morganti looking like someone trying to break into a car. What made it more amusing was the fact that Steve's dad saw the whole thing. Eventually we went over to Silver City in Burlington to play there. I DDRed with Morganti, but I was sick so it could have gone over better. I passed, it just looked funny when I had red eyes and black under them. Rob, Nick, and Andrea played the truck game and Time Crisis: 3. Then they decided to drink. So Rob got drinks, and we went to Sobey's. They bought Sunny D to mix with, and I bought some Banna Strawberry juice. Or so I thought. It turned out to have milk in it, and taste like poo ruining the Thomas Crown Affair.<

The Butterlfly Effect.
Friday meant going out with Marta and her friends. My brother, his girlfriend, a friend, Morganti and Andrea had come over earlier in the day. So we went out to Dairy Queen. After that we started the round up. Andrea and I head off to pickeveryone up for the movies. Marta and her friends: Steph, Brad, Sabrina, and Field. Although I guess they could be considered my friends too, excpet for Sabrina who I had never seen before. Excpet I had, because she looked just like I thought she would. Scary. We went to see the Butterfly Effect. That movie was absolutely horrible. What's worse is: the majority of people who like it, have no idea about anything in acting, and probably didn't understand the movie. I stayed until they showed how it happened. Then I left. I went and talked to James for a bit. He was with his friend. She was a nice girl and I feel horrible because I forget her name. She was really nice though. Then I saw Veronica who I hadn't seen in a long time. So I went and she taught me how to do movie checks. They have to check for all sorts of things in the theatres. Then we stood around the lobby, and I eventually sat with James' friend, because he kept leaving. Then they decided to stand all the gay people who worked there by me >.< Was not amused. Although James' friend was. And the Grade 9 stalker showed up and walked around my table at least 3 times that I noticed. After that we went to take Sabrina home ebcause she had to babysit. So we went to eat at Subway and went bowling. I won the first game (really lucky) and then lost horribly in the second one. I think, I can't remember. That Jeff kid was there. Second time seeing him. After that it was a trip home for everyone except Andrea. She stayed at my house and we played Mario Kart: Double Dash. We beat half the game.

Saturday I slept in for most of the day. Eventually Andrea and I got together again because no one else could. We finished beating Mario Kart: Double Dash (Except for All Cup on 100cc and 150cc because yo udon't unlock anything). It was alot of fun. Then we had to go pick up my brother and his friends from the movies. We didn't go home though. Instead we went to McDonald's. Im not sure what the hell they gave us, but it was alot more than what we ordered. Then we drove all around Oakville. Eventually we drove over to Mississauga by Kyle(one of my brother's friends)'s house. Then we drove over and found his high school, and we found Cawthra. Then we drove up by playdium and went over the the 3rd line Sobey's to visit the lady who workds there on the night shifts. Then we got pizza and called it a night.

Sunday was a day of Camelot and Marta. Because I didn't get to do as much with her as I would have liked over the break for exams (because I was sick), she came over today. We played some Mario Kart:Double Dash, and then we watched A Knight's Tale. That's such a good movie. Then we went to Oakville Place to pick up her 1 year anniversary present (even though its early - 1 year is on the 16th). It's combined with Valentine's Day too, just because it's so good. I think I'm still going to get her a present though. Like a card and chocolate. But then I came and blogged. Simply because I haven't done one in a long time.

Meli the Pirate! Pirates of the Carribean pirates could feel things, they just couldn't die. And nothing was ever good enough. I hope that helps you out.