There's an old saying: A defendant who acts as his own attorney has a fool for a client. The courts are full of such fools. In a 1985 criminal trial, Michael Blackweel of Bridgeport, Connecticut, acted as his own lawyer. At the end of the two-day trial, he was found guilty of two counts of attempted robbery. The jury took less than an hour to reach it's decision. As soon as the verdict was read, Blackwell told the judge he planned to appeal. When the judge asked him on what grounds, Blackwell replied, "I had a bad lawyer." In an equaly retarted story, Marshal Cummings, Jr., of Tulsa, Oklahoma, acted as his own attorney at a tiral for a purse snatching. Cummings denied he was the robber. But he couldn't deny he was a lousy lawyer. While questioning the victim, Cummings asked, "Did you get a good look at my face when I took your purse?" The jury didn't need to hear anything else. Cummings was convicted and sentanced to ten years in prison. Holy fuck, 10 years eh.

I've been having a lot of dreams lately. I don't usualy have dreams. These dreams have been about social situations. I guess they could be called nightmares. Fuck you social...ness. I've been having them ever since...Wow, since I've been going to bed early I guess. That's when my nose started bleeding a lot too. omg, going to bed early will kill you! Anyway, yesterday I had a dream where Deanna slit my throat. That was scarily cool. Doesn't mean anything though XD And no. Today I had no bloody nose. No wet dreams about Deanna =P I went to bed late last night ^_^ Okay, I'm sure none of you wanted to hear that. Here's somehting you'll probably want to hear though: Sean Kennedy Show, Episode 44 Skip to 28:05. Sean Kennedy reads/answers an e-mail. Wait until he's done talking about the whole security guard thing. (About 1.5 minutes) Once you're done, I'm going to explain to you how much I like long clothing. I like long pants. I like long shirts. Long, not wide. "I'd like to try that shirt over there please." "Sir, that's a nightgown." "Oh. Whoops. Well, uhh, how about that long shirt over there?" "That's a dress." There ya' go, one of my top ten reasons why I hate shopping. The only cool clothes there, and the employess mock you, by making you think they're woman's clothes. Okay, today is Saturday. Thus, yesterday was Friday. I go skating every friday. Was awesome.Yay. Why won't I talk to people more? I also go DDRing at the Playdium (an arcade) every friday, with Matt. Usualy, I leave around 2:30, for his house. And I don't usualy bring my computer if it's just for DDRing. Which means I don't get to talk to Deanna if she comes online. (My statistics show she comes on sometime after 3:30. Yes, I keep statistics of when she comes on. Arn't I a creepy person?) Anyway, Alex (one of Matt's friends) usualy comes too. So I don't usualy play much. BUT HOLY FUCK. THE CRAZY ASIANS AMAZE ME EVERY WEEK. Like last week, one guy did MAX 300 without lifting his legs. He just stood there, with his heel and toe on two different arrows each, and just rocked back and forth. Fucking insane. Well, this week...Well, first I should explain about how funny most of these guys are. Screw it. Whatever. Anyway, this one guy was making jokes about this girl while he's catching his breath from playing some song. Then, he goes to play Can't Stop Falling In Love. In that song, there's a lot of parts, where you just do like, a running motion back and forth in one spot a lot...Anyone who's played DDR should know what I'm talking about. Anyway, she puts hurt toe at the very back of the down arrow, and holds it down. So whenever the guy goes to step on it, it doesn't register, 'cause it's already pressed. So he's like, spazzing out, "What the fuck?! Ahhh!" Then she would let up for a bit, then press it down, then let it up, and so on. So he's starting to get what's happening, and he's like "Ahhh, fuck you! You're making me die! Stop it! Waaahhh" (He over-exagerates stuff a lot) (He was playing with someone else too, to keep him alive =P) Man, the people are so funny. I know so much about them. I listen to everything they say. It's like I've known them for a long time. Yet I've never talked to them. They don't even know my name. Matt and Alex talk to them, made friends with them and stuff...I just sit over at the side of the DDR machine, and watch them play. The crazy asians have never even acknowleged I was there. Well, the girl grinned at me when I was giggling about her holding down the arrow, but that's it. lol, it's so weird, I know a lot about people, who I've never actualy met. Not just at DDR, but in my homeschool group, and stuff. Like, there's kids who've been a part of the homeschool group since I was like, 7. And I've never had a conversation with them. I know their name, and they know mine, and they point to me and tell me that I'm the the defensman for gym day, or something, but yeah...I don't socialize with many people in my homeschool group. Unless I get their MSN. The first person in my homeschool group who's e-mail I got was Deanna's...And that was through some kid at church, who I barely knew, but I gave him a website and stuff. One day he's just like "Here, Robbie, this is Deanna. Have fun." (This was a few months after David yelled out "Deanna likes Robbie!" in church two years ago) So then, over time, she had given me Cory, Tiffany, Jessie, Andrew, and Margie's e-mail. Cory lives right next to me actualy. I used to play with her a lot when I was younger. *shudder* Me and my fucking younger self. Fucking die younger me. I seemed a lot happier when I was younger though. Blissfully ignorant of how much the older me wanted me dead. k, anyway, yeah, don't expect to ever have a conversation with me, unless it's through msn. What was the point of this post? There was none, I was just bored. Boredness does not write long entries. So, I need a way to make this entry longer.

Dearly beloved, we gathered here today to marry this young ni66a In his own special thug way Do you promise to love and respect, all of the real ni66as And when the problem come, learn to deal with'em Do you swear to turn the chopper on any motherfucker in ya path Or any bitch, that's tryin to stop ya And do you promise to keep'em handy, and don't hand'em To nobody, nobody except family and keep'em cocked and loaded And don't expose'em to nobody unless somebody want'em in his body To love and cherish'em from his trigger to his barrel From the bottom of ya heart, to death do you fuckin part

w00t for marrying inanimate objects.

Dealy beloved, we gathered here today, to marry this young azn. In his own special geek way. Do you promise to love and respect, all the real hackers (not crackers) And when the problem come, learn to DOS attack 'em. Do you swear to turn the router off for any motherfucker in ya' path Or any fucktard, that's tryin to stop ya' And do you promise to keep 'em handy, and don't hand 'em To nobody, especialy Bill Gates, and keep'em pluged in 'n' wired And don't expose'em to nobody unless through a glass-panel To love and cherish'em from his keyboard to his monitor From the bottom of ya' heart, to death do you fuckin' part

I'm so fuckin' cool. *puts on sunglasses* *slicks back hair* *hops on motorcycle* *rides off into the sunset*