Edward McAlea put on a stocking mask, burst into a jewelry store in Liverpool, England, and pointed a revolver at the three men inside. "This is a stickup," he said. "Get down!" None of them did. They realized he was holding a toy gun when they noticed the red plastic stopper in the mizzle. The men jumped on the would-be robber. After a brief scuffle, McAlea escaped, but not before his mask was pulled off. The jeweler recognized him as a customer from the day before. Hours later McAlea was arrested. Man that guy was stupid. Even Mike was smart enough to take the stopper off his M4 paintball gun on Haloween. Dressed in full assault gear, complete with an m4-looking paintball gun, with a pillowcase of candy over his shoulder, he was walking down the street, when he saw a flash of lights, and a quick siren, and a cop car pull up beside him. The cop got out. "Put the gun down." "This gun?" he says as he holds it up. The cop whips out his gun. "I said drop it!" Mike, in fear of being shot, drops the gun. In the end, the cop drives him home, give him a lecture about putting the red stopper on his gun, telling him he shouldn't wear assault gear, and that wearing urban camo in public areas is illigal. wtf. I love urban camo. However, I would love getting this done to me more: Launch fireworks at me Mike is SO doing this to me when he moves to Toronto this summer.

Did you know that smoking gives you lung cancer? It's true. I saw it on TV today. Now whenever I see someone smoking I'll have to go tell them about how dangerous it is. "Sir, you should stop smoking. It give you lung cancer. It might kill you." "HOLY FUCK?! REALLY?! OMG, LET ME JUST PUT THIS OUT! *snuffs it out* THANK YOU! WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT YOU?! GOD BLESS YOU!" So what I want you people to do, is go out and warn everyone you see smoking about lung cancer! And if they roll their eyes at you, tell them that smoking can cause errectile disfunction. I read that on a carton of cigarettes today. XD Anyway, fuckin' Ebaums world. I'm looking for the fireworks vid on there (Watch it, if you didn't see it before) and there's all this stuff I wanted to see. I have self control though. Actualy, no. I watched two or three. I found this one. Kick ass freestyle. It's this one asian guy, and "a jamaican". "My pants are new, my sweater's new. Don't be mad at Chinese kids dressed better than you" lmao, that was awesome. That's SO going in my playlist. I havn't looked around or anything, but I sudenly had the urge to listen to freestyles...Specificaly Asians freestyling. If anyone knows where to get some, leave a comment. (Not just something like "freestyle.com" or something.) Speaking of Tony the Tiger, my mom bought me my favorite cereal today. Bananna Nut Muslix. It's like 5 bucks. Gone in a day. I ate 5 bucks in one day. When I move out, I'm going to be uber-cheap. Like, 2 bucks per day on food. My room mate is gonna love me. Actualy not really. S/he'll have to be eating 2 bucks worth of food daily too, 'cause s/he will be helping me pay for my T1 connection, and all the electricity my Five computers will be eating up. (One for whatever's newest with windows. Linux, Unix/Solaris (dual boot), Mac, Another Linux. I could probably just have one dual boot linux/windows comp. But your not really a true geek unless you have more than one computer, and/or use Unix.) I am not senDing sublimInal mEssages... I hate cheering people up. Well, I hate the process of cheering people up. I can't do it. I can't give advise, I can't make people smile, I can't even give simple instructions. Unless I'm talking to myself. Then it's no problem. "Hmm....I'm bored. What should I do?" "Cut yourself" "Awesome idea". Now see, if I gave that advise to someone else...Yeah. I really hate that. I love hearing what's happening in people's lives. I want to be a psychiatrist or something if I can't be a programmer for SqureEnix. However, a psychiatrist needs to: 1) Be able to spell their occupation. I don't think it's spelt psychiatrist...Might be...Whatever. 2) Evaluate the problem, and give suitable advise, and/or a suitable treatment. And a psychiatrist needs to not: 1) Advise that the person cut themself, just because they're bored. 2) Be a good artist. "Here, I drew this. What does this splotch of ink look like to you?" 3) Sit there and giggle at people's problems. So far, the only thing I'm qualified for here is the artist bit. *sigh* My dreams for the future are fading away. "And If I could teach the world to be.. I'd teach them all to be something just like me." Dead poetic - August Winterman. My last...Uhhh, like two posts have ended with me talking about how much I hate not being able to talk in public, etc. So, why should this be any different? Nah. Let's talk about...My bloody noses. They're back! Last night was a really bad one. It was almost a steady stream, like two summers ago. I sat up in the middle of the night (Wow, I just realized that I went to bed early last night. Fuckin' early nights) "fuck, it's bleeding again" So I hold my hand under it as usualy, and I'm barely at my desk, when it starts over flowing out of my hand. It's on my speakers, papers, more on my math text book, klenex box, one of my puffers, keyboard, floor, desk itself....Woah, I want to put blood on watch. It shouldn't draw too much bacteria right? All the radiation from the screen will kill it off right? You would think so wouldn't you. But it won't. It'll be just like in the comics (I'm not dissing comics. Comics pwn) where they character (the bacteria) gets an intense dose of radiation, and instead of deteriating, getting cancer, dieing, etc, it will become uber-powerful, with super-human strength, and grow to be 300 times it's size. Which brings me to the topic of Carbon-14 Dating. The theory is perfect. (This may not make much sense, if you don't understand Exponential Decay) "All living organisms contain non-radioactive carbon, carbon-12, and radioactive carbon, carbon-14. When an organism dies, the amount of carbon-12 remains the same, but carbon-14 decays exponentially. The half-life of carbon-14 is about 5370 years." - My blood stained math text book. Now, you simply use M = c(1/2)^(t/h), where M is the remaing amount of carbon-14. C would be 100, because there was originaly 100% carbon-14, in the organism. And of course, h would be 5370. Now simply isolate t, and voila, you've got how old it is. Now, personaly, I believe that the world is only like 5-8 thousand years old. Not billions of years old. Pfft. Anyway, the theory should work right?

Whether or not one accepts this view, he should keep in mind that with the capabilities for creation and re-creation portrayed in the Bible, God could at any time of His choice create the mineral features of this planet with radiometric characteristics for any age He might choose.

While that's true, I'm currently thinking about that test that they did with the coke can thingy, and it said it was like, millions of years old or something. I heard about it when I was like 7 though, and I don't remember if it was the carbon dating method that they used. Whatever. Just thought I'd explain to you how carbon dating works. Man, don't ever let anyone tell you math is useless. Just keep going at it, until you get into Calculus. Even just being able to find the first derivitie is uber-useful. Okay, since I explained to you about carbon dating, you must listen to my little section on Deanna. *sniffle* she won't be baby sitting for two months. TWO MONTHS. Agh. Fuckin' kids' parent with the weird job. What kind of job would say "okay, we'll let you go home early to your kids so you don't have to pay a baby sitter to go to your house, and chat it up on your computer...But only for two months...After that, you'll need to re-hire that baby sitter so her b/f can be happy" Blah. Oh, Val, since you've already gone to bed (Early I might add...n00b. Sleep is for n00bs.) I can't tell you directly, so I'll just tell you here so I don't forget. *drum roll* Ladies, and gentlemen. Boys and girls, mamals and cats, dogs, chickens, ducks, and all that inbetween...Deanna has been wearing your bracelet for like...Roughly a month now. She had to take it off (cut it off) yesterday 'cause she had to help paint her parent's bedroom. I think she's been wearing it 24/7 for a month. lol She said to tell you thanks. Okay, and lastly, I've decided to put a comment_pic.gif pic in there. So leave a comment, and I'll leave you a comment back, and you can see it XD It says "renol" if you can't read it...Shouldn't be too hard to figure out what it says. I think it's a little big, but since the guy made the text all blurry like that, if I shrink the image, it's non-readable. (Thanks for making it for my Darcy..Even though we barely talk anymore...And you'll never read this. XD) Ugh, I'm running out of stuff to talk about. Okay, well, let's start mentioning people for the hell of it. For the past two mornings, I've woken up, and logged on to MSN to Ammanda saying "You're up early". Even though it's like 10:30, and I've been too scared to log onto msn, for fear that Mike will start talking to me. Once me and him start talking, I wont get any work done for like...All day. And lately, Val's been really quiet...To me anyway. Ever since that Toronto trip. We talked a bit tonight...And she told me to go write another entry. So that's what I'm doing. btw, there arn't any uber-important veins/arteries in your arm right? (Not your wrist) Uhhh..Who else....'Manda! (another one) Yeah, uhh...She's got an awesome thing, where she ends her posts/comments with "Love you like x loves y". For example "Love you like Robbie loves computers". That's so awesome eh? If you read this, go update your journal Amanda =P Andrew...Nothing really to say about him...I get to be his stunt double. w00t. Alicia and Roberta, I miss you guys. Hurry up and get your own computers XD Jen. This entry is a bit long than the last one...Uhhh...Yay? lol, doubt you even read this far. Alanna, I'm sorry I couldn't cheer you up today. Hope you feel better after reading that you got mentioned in here XD Wow, this is sad...I need pop. lol, what a great apoligy to Alanna...sticking her name at the bottom of this entry, so that no one will see it. Everyone will come along, read the first line or so, scroll down a bit, realize it's a long entry, and run away before they see that Alanna was mentioned. Oh well, what can ya' do about lazy people who run away from reading long entries. At least you got mentioned XD I'm gonna pop a cap in yo' ass, den slit yo' throat, 'n' chop ya' up inta lil' pieces an' mail dem off to ya' momma! Peace out yo! Secret message. Happy?