[Note: I wrote this Sunday night. SitD was down, so I couldn't post 'till now.] Cuba Guess where my parents are right now. Half way to Cuba. Actualy, by the time I finish this entry, they'll have probably landed, checked into their hotel, and been bribed by the CIA to kill some commies. Okay, I did a couple lines about this in my last entry. However, most of you have forgoten it, and are too lazy to look through it again. Oh, and speaking of my last entry:

Mike says: HOLY FUCK, 60 comments!

Heh heh, yup. 60+ comments. I'm sure if I had written this entry earlier, there'd be less. But whatever, that's obvious. So anyway, yeah, my parents are on their way to Cuba. It's currently 1:30 am. My parents are going with another family to Cuba for two weeks. (thankfuly leaving me behind) My parents left to go to the other family's house to get ready around 11:am. So they've been gone pretty much all day. They did this last year. Except it was only for one week. They left me in charge all day, and had a guy come sleep over from like 9pm - 7am, for legal reasons. That's right. A 13 year old kid in charge of the house/younger sibblings for a week. It was pretty awesome. My younger brothers pretty much just stayed in their room/outside. The only mess they made was outside, so I didn't have to clean much up. I made/cleaned up the meals. That's about it. That was an awesome week. I barely slept at all that week. It felt like it had been a month. By the time they got home, my body was so fucked up, I couldn't walk up a flight of steps without having what felt like a minor asmtha attack. I've never experienced an asmtha attack, but I would assume it was like this. My lungs just...Shut down. I could barely breath. I just lay there on the couch for an hour trying to regain my breath. I had to literaly crawl/slide up/down the steps. So pathetic. Hell, I couldn't even stand up and walk from my bed to my computer. I had to crawl...Slowly...To my chair. But hey, I wouldn't give up that week for anything. Except a Hecate II. So anyway, they're staying for TWO weeks. I'll probably be bald, with no fingernails, and blind in one eye by the time they get back. Oh, and I'm going to loose a lot of blood. Mostly because of my hundreds of bloody noses, as well as the fact that no one will be around to notice scabs...I'll talk about that later I guess. I'm gonna get so much work done these two weeks. Or at least I plan to. Usualy when I plan to get work done, it doesn't get done. Let's see, while my parents are gone this time, I need to take out the trash, cook the meals, clean up the house, and do the laundry. That shouldn't be too hard. Espcialy the laundry. I wear my pants for months and months. Once I wore a pair without washing them for 10 months. (I barely wear pants, and when I do it's only for like an hour or two) I just stick stuff in my pocket when I get it. So when I did wash the pants, I found all this stuff I had forgoten about. I had $80 in there...Yeah, so laundry won't be too hard. Oh! And did I mention that Deanna's family is going to be driving me to Gymday, and Skating every Monday and Friday respectivly?! Yes, yes I did. But like I said, you're a lazy forgetful slob. You can blame Mike for that. (Mike, you probably won't even read far enough into this to notice this inside joke.) Which means that tomorow (techincaly today) her mom will be picking me up! =O k, Justine is probably going to hate me for this, but I need to think of a list of topics. 1) She got her hair style changed. 2) Her shoes have new green shoe laces. Mine are black. I'll have to ask her why her shoelaces are green. 3) Cookies. I wonder if she'll bring cookies. 4) Silence. It's probably going to be awkard silence. Actualy, her mom will probably be wondering one of two things: 1) How I'm doing without my parents, and some guy sleeping over at night (like last year. And this guy is awesome too. He just comes, sleeps, and leaves. It's like he was never hear. Except for a "hi" and stuff, we don't communicate. He just comes in and sleeps) 2) Why I have corrupted her daughter's mind. ...Yeah. I got Deanna and her friend Jessie in trouble last year, and I mentioned to Scott that I had gotten a girl in trouble (Jessie), and he said:

YOU GOT THIS GUY'S DAUGHTER IN TROUBLE!?!?! In the olden days, that meant you got her pregnant. Could it be?

Yeah...I found it hillarious anyway. Oh yeah, and I think I'm going to start sectioning my entries. I got the idea from Tricia (xxblueeyesxx) I figure using headers is better than using two line breaks. Heh, I'm not too bright. As you can see, I havn't put a new header yet, so I'm still on the topic of cuba. I have forgoten what I was going to write. Oh well. Basicaly: 1) I'm not going to get much sleep. 2) I'm going to get glared at by Deanna's mom four days while my parents are gone. Math The quadratic equation is awesome. I only understood it's usefulness last year. I wish they had taught this thing back in grd 9. It would have saved me SO much time. (I was 10. I couldn't keep all those numbers in my head! T_T) Actualy, I'm not sure when they first impliment factoring into the school curiculum, but they should have taught the quadratic equation back then. Unless they did, and I just missed it because I didn't enter the actual public school system until grd 9. (I don't go to public school, I do it over the internet) Anyway, I don't hate factoring quadratics as much as I did two years ago. My new hatred is...Dun-da-dun, factoring polynomials with a degree higher than 2! Blah. Forturnatly, I started working on a program that can factor polynomials. (It's highly-in-efficient, and uhh...Doesn't work...Yet...But it's getting there) A couple of people have asked if I really am 14. Mostly because they figure a 14 year old has better things to do than sit here and wirte all this out. Therefore I must be some 40 year old pedophile with no job, lives in his mother's basement, and cuts Shirkens out of AOL cds. However, a few people who read some of my slightly older entries, remember some of the math questions I did, using derivitives. Well, if they don't teach the quadratic equation in grd 9, why would they teach how to use derivitives in grd 9? So here's the whole deal on my schooling (I don't mean to toot my own horn, 'cause saying that sounds perverted, but if it stats to sound like I'm bragging, it's because I'm a cocky little fucktard): It all started when I was 2. My mom started teaching me phonics blends. By three I was reading a page of about 10 words to my mom every day. Age 3 - 9 were probably the best years of my life ('cause I havn't lived very long) However, I can't remember most of what I did during that time. Wow, I'm getting all these memories of vacations to our cottage and stuff. Yeah, anyways, I remember I was 9, and I was at Matt's house (Holy shit, we've been friends a long time) and he was doing his math homework (He's now 4 years older than me. As of...The twentyth I think. Oh crap. Happy belated birthday Matt. =S) and I was like "Can I try some of it?" "Uh...No." So I stood there watching him for a wihle (The SNES was in use, so yeah, nothing better to do =P) then I pointed out that he had a problem with one of his answers. Heh, once he saw I could do the math, he was like "Actualy, yeah, here, go ahead and do my math." I don't know why, but that's one of the only thing I remember about Matt before we got hardcore into computers. I remember a few things and stuff, but that's one of the major things I remember. So anyway, at that time I remember I was doing grd 9 work. So the next year (When I was 9) my mom heard a lot of good things from my friend's mom (Who is 5 years older than me) about AMDEC -- An online highschool -- So she decided to see if they would let me in, so I can start getting my credits early. Whatdya know. I was the only 10 year old in the whole virtual school. What are the odds of that? =P I ended up passing the course with a pretty decent mark. 80 something I think. There was a girl in there, Janna. Me and her would be in EVERY SINGLE chat with the teacher. Throughout the whole year she thought I was a girl, because she thought "Robbie" was short for "Roberta". She's been in all my math courses for the past 3 years. This year she decided to take a year off math, since she's ahead by a year too. It's so lonely in the chats without Janna there T_T We laugh about that a lot on msn, because we have no lives. But I'm getting sidetracked here. So anyway, the next year I wanted to do grd 10 math, as well as another subject. So I did grd 9 english a. Passed 'em both with pretty good marks. (We have all year to do these courses. Plus, I only had 2, not the traditional 8, so I had lots of time to learn ^_^) Then that summer they tried a couple summer shcool courses, aparently they didn't work out too well as they didn't do it this summer, and they arn't planning to do it this year either. But anyway, I did Civics and Careers over the summer. (Both half-credits) Then the next year I did grd 11 math, grd 10 english, and grd 9 science. Passed 'em. This was also the year I got expeled from AMDEC. "We're sorry, we can't let you into this college, because you have been expeled from your online shcool." Man, that would suck so badly. Especialy since they let me back in with a 2 week suspension. So anyway, now, here I am, 14, just starting highschool, and I'm doing grd 12 advanced functions and introductory calculus, grd 9 geography (Which I just finished on Friday! w00t! Fuckin' exam. You had to write it on paper, it wasn't on the computer. My hand hurt SO FUCKING MUCH when I was done.), and grd 11 computer science (Because it's got programing in it! I can't believe they give you a credit to create programs.) I was getting like 90 something in geo, I'm doing pretty well in comp sci, and I'm barely passing calculus. So here I am, 14, a highschool freshman, with 8 credits already, and two more at the end of the year (assuming I pass math) Crrrapppp, next year I have to start doing like 8 courses. I'm so lazy. btw, the only reason I'm good at math is 'cause I'm azn. azns love math. So yeah, I'm a nerd. Speed I want to do speed. Sure it'll give me depression, personal problems, anger and violence, a new addiction, psychosis, etc, but it'll make everything faster! And it's hard to sleep! It takes me like 5 hours to type these entries. If I was on speed I could do these in 5 minutes! Not really, but still. Speed would be awesome. Imagine everything you could do while on speed. If there were no side effects I'd be high all the time. Stupid side effects. So yeah, my dug obsesion is now speed. You talk about drugs around me, I'll ask for speed. Man, if I take drugs, I'll probably be able to talk with people so much better. Acording to Matt, most people prefer people who talk randomness, to people who don't talk at all. Also, when you're high, you can focus on objects better. (Or so I've heard) I don't have a problem with staring at objects. Jess says it's creepy how I just sit there and stare at something in complete silence for so long. But whenever I look in someone's eyes when they talk to me (I try my best to be a polite little boy =)) I start to loose focus after a few seconds. I get all tired, and I feel like I'm going cross-eyed and stuff. (I don't usualy come off as polite though.) Last month I told Matt about that, and he sugested I only look with one eye...Or only look at one of the person's eyes, or...Something. I don't remember. Wow, when I tthink back and try to remember if his advise worked, I can't remember the last time I had a conversation with someone. Like, not even a conversation, just anything other than "okay mom!" Me and Matt have conversations, but usualy not until we're laying in bed trying to get to sleep. That sounded SO wrong. He sleeps in his bed. I sleep on his hard floor. When I sleep over, I bring my computer and stuff, and we just sit there for hours staring at our screens. Every so often you'll hear "Hey, can you send me that one file?". And we dont' even answer each other. We just send the file. (We've got our headphones on and stuff) But as soon as our computers are off, it's like...Normalish. We're really boring, unless our boxes are off. Anyway, we'll go to bed, and lay there thinking about stuff for a couple minutes, then Matt ALWAYS starts talking about something. We stay up talking for hours. Usualy all nerdy stuff, but yeah. It's awesome. Holy shit, Jen and I have been talking, and I've got like 80 comments now. Hot doggeh! Random stuff

Programing is like a relationship. You spend days, even years working on a program, and in the end, it doesn't work out. On the day you test your program, and it doesn't work, you're heart broken. You simply can not understand why it didn't work. You try to tell yourself that in time, it'll fix itself. But it doesn't. So you jump off a bridge. The end.

That's what I wrote. This is what 50 cent wrote (Wow, two quotes from 50, in two consecutive entries. Pretty good considering I don't like him much eh)

They say I walk around like I got an S on mah chest Nah that's a semi-auto In a vest on mah chest

Ain't dat da shit yo?! *shifty eyes* Anyway, that's how I think. "Wow, you're brave!" "*says coldly* I've got a gun. =/" "Oh." Yeah...It's a good thing i don't open my mouth much, eh? I remember one gym day in the fall, we were playing soccer outside, and Jessie, Deanna, and I, were all sitting back near the net (We're really bad at sports and stuff...Except hockey of course. We're Canadian =)) Then our team captain gets all mad and stuff "Go out there and play or I won't give Robbie any more cookies". So we go up to the front lines. After a few minutes of running after the ball (I can run really fast...For about 20 seconds. Then I have to catch my breath for 5 minutes) I was pretty damn tired. The ball lands on the ground. There's a guy fairly close to it, but I figure I can get to the ball about the same time as him. So I run for it. The ball is to my right as I'm closing in on it, so I start to turn to the right when I'm about 3 feet from the ball. I slip. As I'm falling sideways, the ball is less than a meter from my face. And the guy is running at the ball with his foot already kicking. Guess who's face got pwned. Yup, mine. I can't believe I didn't get a bloody nose. That uber-sucks. I couldn't feel my face for like 5 minutes though. Everyone was laughing. Even the guy that kicked the ball. Meanies. Well, yeah, they asked if I was okay and stuff, but sitll, just 'cause I laugh when someone falls at skating -- Or I laugh at anything for that matter -- doesn't mean you can laugh at me when my face gets pwned. The end Okay, well, I have some more stuff to write, but it's 4:30 now, and I need to wake up in a few hours. So I'm just going to go to bed. Plus SitD is down, so there's no pressure to keep working at this since I can't post it. So I'll edit more later. (This probably sounds odd to you, since at the time of you reading this, it's not really an edit. But whatever.) I'll let you know how awkard the silence is with Deanna tomorow. -_- Edit 02/28----------------------------- [90+ comments. Holy fuck.] Okay, it is now day 2 of my parents cuban vacation. So far it's been awesome. I brought my dad's laptop down to the basement (my room) last night, and I've always loved working with two computers. So it was awesome. Didn't go to bed 'till like 5. Right now I'm typing this on my dad's laptop in the kitchen, cooking supper for my brothers. Wow, I just stopped for a sec to put the spaghetti noodles into the pot, and I missed with ALL of them. So they went all over the top of the stove. Some of them were touching the burner, and caught fire. --Woah, I just looked over and the water was boiling over. -_- *5 minutes later* Cleaning up boiling water is a bitch. Anyway, yeah, some of the noodles caught fire, so I'm like "Ahhh! They've only been gone a day! I can't burn the house down yet!" So yeah, I just kept blowing out all the fires springing up, while attempting to remove the noodles from the general area of the burner without getting burned. Anyway, it's Monday, meaning that Gym Day was today. My Grandma came around 1 to watch my brothers, while I went with Deanna and her sisters, and mom to Gym Day. Pretty quiet drive to and from Gym Day. Deanna's mom asked how I was doing so far. "Pretty good." "Havn't burned down the house yet eh." "Nope." If she asks that on Friday, I'll be able to say "Almost". Man, burning spagetti stinks. So anyway, as I was saying, I can fly. Yes, I was talking about my flying. You don't even remember that do you? -_- Lousy degenerate kids these days. Gettin' hopped up on glue. Anyway, all that really happened today was that I got my finger pwned while playing Volley Ball, and I found out that Deanna's mom won't give her the keys to the car anymore. And her brother won't let her drive his car either anymore. It's not like she's just going to drive off with a purple van. -_- Did I mention she's 14 also? Most 14 year olds are smart enough to not take their parent's car out on the highway. Actualy, probably not, just me and Deanna. I remember this one Simpsons episode, where Marge kicks Homer out of the house, and Lisa goes to see Homer up in the tree house, and Homer asks Lisa to get Marge to take him back...Or something like that. Anyway, Lisa goes "No, you have to get her back yourself" "How?" "Find the one thing that only YOU can give her". Or something like that. My memory is just as bad as yours is (ya' glue sniffin' punk). So then it shows Moe come up, and give Marge some flowers and stuff. Then home comes along, walks into the house, holding a bouquet of flowers: "Marge! I've found what only I can give you! A bouquet of flow--" And he notices Moe's flowers. "Damnit!" Then something happens, I don't remember what, but it ends up with him walking out, then running back in on his knees, and saying "I know what I can give you! Complete and utter dependance!" Man, I've never felt so much like Homer since I saw that episode where he hired a hobo to shoot firecrackers at him, then ran off to buy a Hecate II. "I can offer you my silence. We all know how much girls hate guys who talk non-stop!" Silence is bad. I need that thing that...What's his name...The guy who came up with the black hole theory...The guy in the wheelchair with the keypad to talk. That'd be awesome. He's smart, and he doesnt' have to open his mouth! He would probably give anything to be able to talk though... But yeah, I need one of those portable text-to-voice things. People would think I'm really rude though. "He can talk, yet he would rather type to us. How rude. *slap*" Then I would die, and have a 401 error on my tombstone with a picture of a red image not found x. Sadly, I have nothing more to say. Except that I'm tired. And it's snowing. And I need to go out and shovel around 4. And I'm tired. And we're getting 5-10 cm of snow. And laptops rock. I'm currently writing this while sitting on the toilet. (Hopefuly my dad never finds this diary) Yeah, anyways... This one girl, who I know in real life (Not /know/, but she's someone I know of who I can actualy see in real life) is now scared of me. Aparently she found me creepy before she got my e-mail and added me to msn, because I don't talk much, and I just stare at the wall. Once she added me, she thought I was nice and stuff. Then her friend told her I cut myself for fun, and stuff, and she's like...Hang on, let me just find the convo log.

[01:55:52 AM] Leah: so...u cut urself? [01:55:57 AM] Leah: thats bad [01:56:04 AM] Leah: and stupid [01:56:08 AM] Me: Heh [01:56:27 AM] Leah: ??? [01:56:46 AM] Leah: why would u do that? [01:56:54 AM] Me: 'cause blood is awesome. [01:57:02 AM] Leah: ewwww [01:57:08 AM] Leah: ur stupid [01:57:41 AM] Leah: get food coloring..thats red(no need for violence..or gore) [01:57:48 AM] Me: lol [01:57:55 AM] Me: It's not the same though :P [01:58:12 AM] Leah: good [01:58:18 AM] Leah: it shouldnt be [01:58:43 AM] Leah: to tell the truth im kinda scared [01:58:51 AM] Me: Of what? [01:58:58 AM] Leah: uu [01:59:21 AM] Leah: and ur cutting urself....and love 4 blood [01:59:30 AM] Me: lol [01:59:46 AM] Leah: lol....no really im scared [02:00:25 AM] Me: Heh. [02:04:02 AM] Leah: no really [02:06:08 AM] Leah: u wouldnt kill me...eh?(4 the sake of blood) [02:06:32 AM] Me: lol, no. [02:06:37 AM] Me: I only like my blood. [02:06:57 AM] Me: I don't like other people's blood, 'cause it means they probably had to experience pain to get that blood. [02:07:06 AM] Me: I don't like other people experiencing pain.

So anyway, we had this big convo about blood, drugs, and stuff. But yeah. She finds me creepy again. "Nice, but creepy." ...Just thought Mike might want to know that there's another girl scared of me. =P Oh, and look what Mike wrote:

Why do you get so many comments? You're just some little nerd who brings a computer everwhere, even the bathroom. XD

lmao. Man, this is going to be such an awesome two weeks. I'm going to be walking around with this laptop everywhere I go. Dont' tell my dad I know his password. =P *sigh* I guess I didn't stall long enough to get 100 comments. 95 is pretty cool though. 30 more days 'till Val's birthday. 31 more days 'till Deanna goes back to work! Only one more month. Yayness.