I'm sure you all thought I had burned down the house, and died in the fire now hadn't you? Well, I'm still alive! So ha! No million bucks for you! (Not that Jen would take the money anyway) Unfortunatly, I did corrupt my F: drive, which stores my files. So fuuuuuuck. Right now I'm laying in bed with my dad's laptop, trying to fall asleep while my computer works away at attempting to find my files. Speaking of fucked up hard drives, back on Valentine's day when my computer got sad that I didn't send it an e-card and killed itself, I fished out my important files, then formated C:. Guess what format I formated it with...Fat32. And my windows is XP. Fuuuuuck. So now I'm stuck with Fat32, because I didn't notice that it wasn't NTFS until a few days ago. Anyway, I'm too lazy to reach over and unplug the lan cable from my desktop pc, to plug into this laptop, so I'm not going to post this entry until tomorow. (aka 'today' I guess, since you won't be reading this until it's up) So yeah, this entry is going to be writen over the course of two days. You may have noticed I'm not using header things, like I said I would start doing in my last entry (even though I stopped using them in the edit) I'm just really bad at staying on topic, so after a few lines, the header would be totaly irrelivant. So yeah, no more headers. k, now for the update of my life/talking about whatever I want. Last entry I said I had 95 comments on my previous (two entries ago) entry. Well, thanks to Marcy, it's got 100 comments now. FUCKIN' w00t! 100 comments. Jen really helps get my comment count up. Rather than write a new entry telling about her day, she just leaves tons of comments about her day on here. Odd. Anyway, how many of you were on the AIM sitD chat room thingy? (Sunday) It was pretty cool. There were a lot of people there who's diary names I recognized. But that's not important. The important part, is that Scott (the sitD creator, not the one who talks about 3 foot horse errections) is TRES COOLIO. (Not that nerses isn't cool.) Sure I already knew Scott was cool, but...Yeah. (Don't say a word Mike.) Anyway, here's what I remember Scott getting sugestions to do (Sorry I can't format it all cool in that table I use. The colours I use are on my desktop pc, which is currently busy blowing the fuck up): - Make an FAQ (Something I was planning to do...Once I learnt all the secrets of sitD.) - Fuck, I forgot already. I think he might be planning to remove music diaries, or just make a thingy where you can input the link to a music file to play. That'd be better. Fuckin' music diaries, everytime I try to visit one, it crashes by browser, because it's trying to instal spyware, but it's blocking it. Once I go back a second time, it doens't crash though. So that's good. It's a real pain trying to carry on a convo with Jen. =P Man, I want to offer to help Scott with stuff on SitD, since I know php, and know...Uhh...Enough, about MySQL. (My-Ess-Que-Ell, not My Seequil Mike =P) I wouldn't do something that would require database access or anything, just a little thing like "Hey, can you throw together a parser to prevent webmusic codes" or something. That'd be so awesome to be able to say "Yeah, I'm the one who made it so you can't have a music diary. What're you gonna do about it? Leave me nasty comments? Man, I want to make a blog community now. I think I will some time this summer. Then I can take my followers and we can band together with Scott, and bring down Live Jouranl and xanga! Pfft. Right. But man, I really really want to offer to help Scott with sitD. Maybe I'll leave a comment in the news offering to. I doubt he'll accept the help. "So, some random kid from Canada wants to mess up my site eh. Pfft, fat chance." But hey, I can always dream. If he says no, I'll be heart broken, and go cry in the corner, then become a super-villan and create my own blog community, and it will totaly pwn sitD. So he'd better let me help! Anyway, how should I go about asking to help out? It's very intimidating asking the owner and creator of a community of...Over a thousand users I think. Go leave a comment with how I should ask to help. DO IT! I'LL BOOKMARK THIS PLACE SO YOU DON'T LOSE WHERE YOU'RE READING! BOOKMARK Speaking of programing, I was looking through one of my java programs I had to create for computer science, and in the internal documentation it had that the date I made it was valentine's day. It'd be pretty funny to be a computer science teacher (of a class that teaches programing anyway) and being able to see when the students created their programs. "Ahaha, losers. That's the 5th person to have completed a module on Valentine's day." And I would actualy log how many people do thier work on which holiday, etc. You can tell a lot about a person by if they choose to do work, or go to a party on a holiday. (Programers work at night. Partytards only party at night. Everyone always gets mad at me when I ask if I can do my work at a party. So it's quite hard to do both. Hmmm, anyway, today marks the half way mark of my parents being in Cuba. Only one more week. =( Meh, it's awesome and all, but my body is falling apart...Like, literaly. There's random cuts apearing all over my arms. Not like, little "oh, your skin is uber-dry, and it's cracking", but like "You've got a stalker, and s/he comes into your basement while you're asleep and cuts you." That'd be pretty awesome to have a stalker who cuts you in your sleep eh? So yeah, on top of my random cuts, I've got even more bloody noses (Like 5/day. O_o) and every morning I cough up blood. Like, if you made a cup with your hand, I could cough up enough blood to fill it up. It's awesome. Oh, and I'm so happy for my puffers. Last year my parents went to Cuba, when they came back, I couldn't even walk up the stiars without collapsing on the couch for literaly an hour to catch my breath. Anyway, my dad gave me puffers for that when he got back. And I've had them ever since. They've been useful lately. Oh, and I've been doing trips to the store too. I've bought so much pop... I really wish I could stand coffee. I walked all the way to the mall (read one of my entries where I was obsesing over Valentine's day, to see what it's like to walk there) to see if walmart had any headphones. Their website said they did. Their employee said they didn't. So I wasted half an hour of my day. Hmm, it's warm out. Plus fucking two. My snow fort is melting T_T Oh, speaking of snow fort, guess what I took out there during a snow storm earlier this week. This laptop! It was awesome! And my dad still had Unreal Tournament (UT) on it from like, two years ago! Oh man, so many fucking memories. Sadly, I didn't get into the online gaming thing back with quake and stuff (I remember playing doom. I'm so fucking proud of myself to be able to say "yeah, I played doom back when it came out". Back then I was so fucking innocent. "Ahh! It's so violent! I miss those days when I didn' think girls actualy swore...*sigh*...) but I started my online gaming with UT. That was fairly early in the online game revolution, right? *sigh* I wish. Oh, and speaking of early games, I remember my addiction to "scorch", or "tank", or whatever the hell it was called. Oh, and I remember playing astroids in an arcade once when I was like 5...And I remember pacman, and street fighter, and the first super mario for gameboy, and playing chrono trigger, and... You know you're a fucking geek when you get teary eyed remembering all this stuff. Anyway, enough of my nerdy memories ---I want to play one of those original pong games!---Sorry, had to get that out of my system. Sadly, I havn't touched one before. v_v See, this is why I can't use headers. It's a whole new paragraph, and I havn't even talked about bringing the laptop into the snow fort. Okay, so here's what happened. There was a kick-ass snow storm on monday night/tuesday morning, so, as is my custom, I went out around 3am to shovel. (Even though it's still snowing, I find it very relaxing and refreshing.) Earlier that evening, I had found an old portable tape player/walkman thingy. I hadn't seen this thing in like, 5 years. Yet I still remember tons of memories with this thing, and my "Solomon, the super song salomander" tape. I'll paypall you 5 bucks if you know what StSSS is. Not really, but still. Anyway, I had thought it would fucking pwn to have my music outside while I'm shoveling. It'd make the sureality a bit less boring. So now I had a means of producing sound. I just didn't have any sound for it to produce. (I couldn't even find my StSSS tape =( ) Then I remembered that my dad used to record cds to tapes, because one of our cars had a tape player, not a cd player. So, I burnt a cd, and after an hour or so of muttering and fiddling, and being distracted by MSN, I figured out that I simply have to play the cd, then press record on the tape part of the sterio, and it'll record. So now I have music for my shoveling bitches! w00t. Lousy kids and their fancy-schmancy mp3 players. I'll bet their players don't contain only play, stop, and fast forward. Yeah, it's uber-old school, and I love it. In case you didn't notice before, when I was talking about old video games, I like being able to experience early technology. Anyway, I got tired of shoveling (I get paid to shovel two other driveways, other than ours) so I decided I'd crawl into my sound proof igloo, and just lay there for half an hour, and think about things. You know, get all depresed with memories, and stuff. Then after like 15 minutes of remembering how simple things were when doom was considered fucking advanced stuff, I figured I'd see how well I can scream. (Some of you may remember that I would LOVE to be able to scream like in Linkin Park, SOTY, The Used, Static-X, etc.) Well, I tried. And I just can't release myself enough to scream. Whenever I would try, I just couldn't release myself to do a full scream. T_T I need to get drunk or something with Mike, and go out and scream at 5 year olds or something. So yeah, for now, I can not scream. So after getting all mad at myself because I wouldn't release my screams, I decided to go back inside, grab the laptop, and go back to the fort. You know, just to say "Yep, I sat in an igloo with a laptop." I like to be able to say I did something. Like get shot, get hit by a bus, go to the bathroom with a laptop, etc. And yes, I have taken a crap with a laptop on my lap. Okay, I'm starting to get tired (I didn't have any caffine today, and Deanna's picking me up tomorow to go to Gym Day. w00t ^_^ *makes list of things to have a conversation about* I try to pay attention to see what other people talk to her about (I'd make a kick-ass stalker. Really, I would. I would just have to leave the hosue more) but most of the time it's either kids mocking her (We both get playfuly mocked a lot. And we both are like "uh-hu".) or adults asking her for help. (Adults love her ^_^. omg, I just got this idea that they're pedophiles. I blame Mike for putting these thoughts in my head.) Damnit, I have to stop getting sidetracked. k, anyway, I'm goign to bed soon, so I'm going to write about one more thing on my list of things to write about (Yes, I make notes of what to write about throughout the week. Pathetic eh) Uhh, well, since I'm on the topic of conversations with Deanna, and since that revolves around MSN, and since I got her banned from MSN last year, along with her friend Jessie, I suppose I shall write about Jessie. Jessie, the 13 year old adopted kid, whom I found out was deeply influenced by me. The girl I see twice a week. The girl who is now seeing a psychiatrist. Okay, I got Deanna and Jessie in trouble, on the monday after march break. Well, that's when their parents found out about me, and banned them from MSN anyway. So it's almost been a year. It's amazing how close friends you can be over msn, but never talk in real life. I see her twice a week, and not ONCE have I had a conversation with her in real life. (Remember, before she got my e-mail, she thought I was a scary kid though, so before she got my e-mail, it doesn't really count, but still, she's had my e-mail for well over a year now.) Anyway, she's started going on msn again. She's only been on once, but aparently she sleeps over at her friend's house almost every thursday now, so we'll probalby talk then. Man, she's so messed up now. She even sees a psychiatrist. I can't help but think this is somehow my fault. =P I offered to take over the real doctor's job as her psychiatrist (Since I find people's minds uber-interesting) and she loved the idea. Her parents though... I can't help but think they partialy blame me for their daughter's downward spiral. "What're you going to do? Teach her to cut herself again?" I wouldn't be surprised if I do either. "If it gets too bad, there's a clock tower a couple stories high nearby that you could jump off. Or you could always cut. Depends how bad things get." Doesn't my advise own? The funny thing is, that before they read through her chat logs, her parents thought I was a good kid. And I am! I hate it when people older than me hate me, or think I'm a bad person. I must look perfect in everyone's eyes. I'm a major, fucking, kiss-ass. I was like the teacher's pet for 6 years in sunday school. I could give a flying fuck about what my peers think of me, just so long as I look good in the eyes of my...My...Whatever the older people are called. Actualy, that's not true. If I talk to someone, I don't want them to hate me...That's why I work so hard to keep Anna and Akiko from blocking me. If I keep trying to get them to unblock me every time they block me, I seem nice right? Meh, whatever. I always blame Mike in my apoligy e-mails anyway, I don't loose anything. But yeah, I just can't stand being hated. Where was I going with all this? Absolutly no where. I just figured I'd use my diary as an actual DIARY. It's healthy to spill your guts to no one in particular sometimes. Did you know I talk to myself as a different person a lot? I'll imagine I'm talking to someone I know, like Deanna, and simulate a conversation. I'm like a computer. I take the data I've gathered from watching a person talk, then I calculate what types of questions the person would ask, what sort of responses to my answers, etc. I sit there for minutes (minutes doens't seem like that long, but you try and sit there having a conversation with yourself, while pretending that you're talking to someone you've never had a real life conversation with) and just explain stuff I do to the simulated person. I find it really helps me analyse myself. I'll be sitting there talking (not out loud mind you) and realize "Oh! The reason I like molesting little girls is because..." etc. And I don't just talk either. Sometimes i'll actualy move around and stuff. Like, if I'm re-inacting something I did, like stub my toe or something, I'll sometimes feel compeled to stand up and hop around swearing, etc. You may think all this blood loss is making me loose my mind, but it's not. I'm perfectly normal. You people probably do the exact same things with your friends. The only difference is that my 'friends' arn't actualy physicaly in the room. It's like there's a party in my mouth, and everyone's invited! Except that they're all imaginary. So yeah, that's my secret as to how I can go so long without communicating with people. The only people I can remember having an actual conversation with, is Matt, David, and my Dad. (Sometimes I'll go with my dad to see his customers and stuff, and on the car drives, he teaches me a lot about how buisnesses work and stuff. It's awesome.) It's odd. Matt's my best friend, but we hardly ever talk about personal stuff. Like, he didn't even know about Deanna for like 4 months, because we had never had a conversation about it. And we're not the kind of people who would go "omg! Guess what!" and stuff. It's like we're close friends from work or something. Then there's David, Matt's little brother. Fuckin' stupid emo punk gangsta kid. David, Matt, one of my younger brothers, and I, used to hang out a lot. But now it's mostly just me and Matt who get together, David and my little brother moved on to otehr friends. It's sad really. Anyway, I don't talk to David much, however, he's the person I talk to about my personal stuff most. He doesn't believe me that he's the only person who I share my pesronal problems with (I talk to Mike about them sometimes, but yeah) but yeah. If you ever read this Dave, thanks. =) Oh, and by not talk to him much, I mean we talk less than once every two months. Oh-ho-ho, you're all blessed I closed my eyes for a sec there, and almost fell out of bed. I could ramble on about this boring irrelivant stuff for hours (It's already been over an hour since I said I would just do a little section on Jessie, then I would sleep...Woah, how'd I get from talking about Jessie, to using my best friend's little brother as a psychiatrist?) So, I'm just going to stop for now, and go to sleep. I've still got lots more to write in here. XD Oh, and tomorow at Gymday, they'll be teaching about income tax. Vanessa's mom is awesome. That sounded perverted. I meant the things she teaches about are awesome. Last year she taught about Binary, and server databases, and stuff. For some odd reason I was the ONLY person happily paying attention. Like, seriously, EVERYONE else was off drawing pictures or something. And now this year (Each family in the homeschool group has to contribute a field trip, a teaching for the older, and younger group of kids, and, uhh, some other stuff I think. And that will let you stay in the homeschool group for a school year. Anyway, I just wrote this bracket so you know that it didn't take Vanessa's mom a whole school year to teach 40 kids binary.) she's teaching about Income Tax. I think I'm going to be the only kid looking forward to this teaching as well. Just like I was the only kid who was interested in the middle east politics teaching two weeks ago, and just like I was the only one interested in...I'm a fucking nerd. A nerd who should be a sleep by now. ttyl! (Even though as you're reading this, I'll be talking to you again in a second) Good night! --------------------------- Good afternoon! Quick rundown of my day: I woke up to the door bell ringing. "FUUUUUCK, DEANNA'S HERE ALREADY!" I had forgotten that my Grandma comes around 1 to watch my little brothers, and Deanna comes around 1:20, and my Grandma hadn't shown up yet. Forturnatly, it was just my Grandma, and not Deanna. I'm really horrible when I get out of bed. I sweat a lot in my sleep and stuff, so I really stink, and need a shower. So yeah, I was kind of panicked about that. XD So anyway, today we learned about taxs. Wouldn't ya' know, I'm the only one who liked it. She focused mostly on how to file your income tax. First we used an example that she had already done, and we just coppied it,a nd she explained how it all worked. Then she gave us a "scenario", and we hd to file some random guy name "ali"'s income tax stuff. In the end the ammount he owed, and the ammount he got back ended up canceling each other out, so he didnt' have to pay anything. "So we spent half an hour figuring this stuff out for this guy for nothing?!" Not everyone figured it out either. Most of the people just wrote random numbers. Jessie and her partner (We did it in partners, just because most of us forgot out calculators. Me and Deanna were partners. ^_^) went around trying to copy people's answers, then they finally gave up, and wrote words in the spaces. Total income: "Roast beef", RRSP: "Aflac", etc. She gave out chocolate bars every time we got through a particular part of the lecture. Like when we finnished the example income tax thing, we all got a chocolate bar. Anyway, she figured most of us would just give up, and not do the Ali guy's income tax, so she's like "I'll give you a chocolate bar if you finnish, it doesnt need to be correct, I'll give you another chocolate bar if it's correct, and I'll give you a third one if your'e the first one to get it." EVERYONE gave up. Except me and Deanna. And it was all correct. w00t. Three chocolate bars each. w00t. I feel special. ^_^ Now I feel even specialer because I'm listening to Phil Collins - Son of Man. This is a fucking awesome song. I loved it the second I heard it on Tarazan. There was soem other song he had on that movie, I forget what it was though. This is SO going in my "what I'm listening too" box. People will come laugh at me. They'll leave a comment simply saying "Ahaha, you're not listening to emo, what a loser!". But hey, more comments for me. ^_^ I have proven a factor that I had suspected for a long time, in the whole "why it's so hard to talk to Deanna." case. One of her friends is always talking to her. Here's how Gym Day works (It seems like I'm explaning this every-other entry) One week the older kids (Me) use the gym to play hockey, or something. Then the next week the older kids are taught how to do Ali's income taxs. Mean while the younger group of kids are being taught how to find the velocity of a car at 3 seconds after applying it's brakes, then the next week they're doing hockey in the gym. This week Deanna's two younger sisters did hockey. Then, at the end of Gym Day, her sisters went off to go home with their friend, leaving their poor over-loaded mother with their hockey sticks. So me, being the gentleman I am (Oh man! Quick joke. I'm sitting talking with David last year, counting on my fingers why people like me. (jokingly of course) Thumb: I'm helpful, *puts thum down* Index: I'm not a loud mouth, *puts index finger down* Middle finger: I'm polite. *gives David the finger*...Yeah...) went over and asked her if she wanted me to take the hockey sticks. I think she's really starting to like me now. w00t! So anyway, on the way home she stops off to get groceries leaving me and Deanna in the van. (I'm sure if I hadn't helped her with the hockey sticks, she would have been "Deanna, come help me pick out your supper....................I don't trust this bad influence! *glares at me*" or something.) So we're alone. And we talk. Why? Because Jessie's not there making fun of me. Therefore, I shall go slit Jessie's wrist, and claim she commited suicide. No, I'm not serious. So anyway, the snow is still melting. If it keeps melting like this, my uber-fort will soon collapse. Before the temp went above 0, my walls and roof were over two feet thick. Now they're like a foot. Ummm, hmmm...Aflac....Does anyone know if someone has invented a headphone extension cord? I really hate short headphone cords. You'd think someone would have made a cord that you plug into the headphone jack, and you plug in your headphones into that.I havn't found anything like that in a store or anything. Hmm...Holy crap! I'm watching Family Guy right now (Blah. I hate watching TV. But its' so funny.) Peter "gets in touch with his feminine side", and so he's sitting in the bath,and he calls up quiagmire (I don't know how to spell his name) Here's how the conversation sort of went:

Q: Hello? P: Hi Q: What's up? P: Not much. Q: What do you need Peter? P: Nothing, just calling to talk. So, what're you thinking about? Q: Uhh, you called me. P: Blah blah blah Q: *hangs up on Peter*

Ahaha, so true. Andrea does that to me some times. Oh, and people on msn do that all the time. Drives me fuckin' crazy. If you have nothing to say, don't waste your time attempting to start a conversation with me. Like Leah said:

You'e really boring, all you do is say "lol" and answer questions.

Yup... There's not a question I can't answer. "Here's a question for ya'; what's it like to kiss a girl?" Heh, undergrads is awesome. Today Mike reminded me of uber leeto. I remember in one of his episodes he was like

With all the ranting I do on here, you'd think I'd find SOMEONE out there who hates me and will send me hate mail. But I've mostly got possitive feed back. And I really want hate mail... Guys...Linux is for n00bs! Linux sucks.

Now, I don't rant or anything, but I've written a couple thousand words in this diary over the past couple of months, and I would think people would be pissed off or anoyed with SOMETHING I've written about. Besides Deanna. Me talking about Deanna is uber-fucking-anoying, and I know that, but hey, this is my diary, and I can write whatever the fuck I want, and you don't have to like it. Actualy no, if you guys write me some really hateful comments, I'll be compelled to write less about Deanna. It's like I'm writing a weekly radio show or something. Blah. But like I said, I don't like people hating me. ...Hah, you wish. I won't be changing anything about how I write. Anyway, umm, hateful comments... MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE SUCKS! BUSH FUCKING PWNS j00 BITCH! Yeah, that's right. I said Bush > j00. Oh, and I lied about MCR sucking. w00t MCR. But I did say Bush was better than you all. And I support the war. And Bush is cool. I lied about Bush being cool. But I support Bush, 'cause he's better than you all. I support the war too. I want people to leave comments with reasons about why they don't support the war, and I'll try answer them in a sarcasticaly, un-educated way. Here's some major things I've heard about people not liking the war: -Bush only attacked because of the oil. The Iraqis have their own way of life, and they could have figured stuff out on their own. Ummm...No, the Iraqi's wern't working themselves out. They had a dictator who didn't care if the rest of his nation was wiped out, just so long as he can keep his spot on his throne. He'll kill you for saying "Sadam sucks." Imagine if Bush did that. Iraq was broke, because Sadam wouldn't sell their oil to the U.S. The being broke was also partialy the fault of the UN for it's ceonomic sanctions because of the their invasion of Kuwait. Sadam was very...Uhh...Clan-ist. I don't remember the names of the two main clans of muslims, but Sadam was part of one clan, and he would give all the power to that one clan he was a part of, and the other clan was shunned. Like the US was with African Americans back before the 60s...Except worse. All in all, Iraq was fucked. And Sadam was to blame. And now Bush has taken Sadam out of power, and is instaling democracy there. Now, the oil thing...Who the fuck wouldn't want the oil in Iraq?! Like, seriously, if you're going to take the time to go scuba diving in the ugly piss-filled ocean, with all those slimy fish, and horrible algey, you might as well bring back a couple oysters with pearls in them. I'm sure the oil was a major fucking factor in starting the war on Iraq, but it's not the only reason. Well, depends how you look at it. If you take Sadam out of power, you can get to the oil, so long as you stay in the country for a while, and sort of remind the new goverment that the west will buy their oil. The Americans will move out of Iraq within a few years. Well, if they're smart they will anyway. If they don't, the Iraqis will eventualy get sick and tired of having the Americans controling their country, and revolt. Or the UN will step in and kick the Americans out.They just need to stay there long enough to get the goverment set up, help their police force keep power, train their military, etc. If you ask me, they should send the Canadians to do that. As history has shown, we're much better with peace keeping, and getting a country back up on it's feet. Americans do all the dirty work, we fix up their mess/prevent the dirty work. The arabs have no reason to hate us, that's why you don't hear about planes being flown into the CN tower, or suicide bombers running around the Edmonton mall, etc. Sorry, couldn't resist saying all that. XD Anyway, as I was saying, if you were Bush, and you knew that if you took down Saddam, your country had a good chance of getting in good with the new goverment, and sort of 'control' the oil over there, AND at the same time, liberate the people of Iraq from Saddam, would you declare war? If I had the resources (And everyone knows America has the resources to declare war on pretty much anyone) I certainly would. Of course, there's other factors too. If you had a glock, but your neighbor, who does everything to try destroy you, from pissing in your pool, to setting your lawn on fire, had a pack of C4, would you walk on over there and shoot the bastard before he had a chance to use the C4 on your car? Probably not, but still, that's probably how the US felt about the alleged weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Now, imagine your neighbor had hundreds of thousands of pet termites, and he would release a few thousand termites every so often on part of your house. You know, eat up the the wall to your bathroom so he can stare at your hot wife, etc. Then, imagine you were the one to discover...FIRE! Would you use your new invention to burn down your neighbor's house, in an attempt to kill off his termites? Sure a lot of them would escape into your neighbor's neighbor's possesion, but at least you'd be free of a couple thousand. Then in the future, you can use your invention to burn down the rest of the neighborhood, sot hat the termites have no where to run to. You then simply use a magnafying glass to burn out the few termites left running around. Now, imagine you were the greatest millitary power in the world, and there was a country housing thousands of terrorists who actualy believe that if they die while blowing up anything to do with your country, they would go to heaven. Would you say "Fuck this, I'mma burn this motha fucka down" after a while? Sure some of the escaping termites will escape the burning house, and head over to your house for a nice little feast, but it's a sacrafice you're willing to make in order to get rid of the fuckers. Uhh...yeah. Anyway, Bush is a nice guy...For an American...If you do some research on Saddam, you'll see he's a pretty fucked up guy. If you had the chance you'd probably want to liberate his people too. The reward for doing that is pretty good too. Tons of oil. w00t. And the whole oil thing isn't bad for the Iraqis. Everyone benifits from it. The west loves oil. The east can make money off the oil. Like, just look at Saudi Arabia...Or was it Syria? I don't remember which one was the uber oil suplier (Hey, I told you I was uber-uneducated about most of this.) Anyway, forty years ago, they were riding around on cammels, and living in tents. Now that they've got their oil, and are selling it to the west, they're driving cars, they hired the bin laden family to build up their country, etc. Now they're modernized, and they're uber-fucking-rich. The same could happen for Iraq. And then there's the whole "gas prices will go below fuckin' 80 cents" thing. So you see, the war for oil angle isn't all that bad. It's good for everyone...Except of coures for the people who die during the war. Thousands of innocent Iraqis are dying because of this war. No shit dumbass. It's called war fucktard. Like I said before, it's not like Iraqis wern't dying horrible deaths before the war. It's costing billions of dollars to fund this war Yeah, war tends to do that. And I suppose it's not helping the 40+ billion the US already owes. But hey, it's oil! Who doens't love oil! Nah. But still, pointing out that the war is costing money is like saying "f(x) = 1/x where x != 0". It's obvious. But it doesn't change the fact that that's what the function is going to be 1/x no matter what. I guess this is only a side reason for the anti-war supporters. "Spending so much money on this war is fucking stupid, because this is just an illigal war, started to get the oil in Iraq." Speaking of which, what exactly is classified as illigal. They said 'nam was illigal. Why? Because the US didn't want 'nam to become a communist country? It's illigal because the US stepped in to help defend 'nam from the invading russians? That war kind of sucked though, 'cause in the end they just decided to split the country in half...After thousands of soldiers died. Wait, no, I'm thinking of Korea. Sorry. I'm just gonna go off topic for a second here, in WWI, they would spend months in the trenches, just shooting down thousands of soldiers in the enemy trenches, and in the end, all they would gain from months of thousands of people dying is a few FEET of land. Then they would just loose it again. So fucking stupid. But hey, what can ya' do. If you back down, the enemy will just keep advancing. There's not a whole lot you can do, except sign a peace treaty. Anyway, I'm just going to say that this whole "cost of war" thing is fucking stupid, unless you're using it to back up another anti-war point. "Bush is giving out billions of dollars to kill inocent Iraqi's." I'm four hours past "monday", when I said I would have this entry up. So no more questions. But seriously, leave me some reasons why you think the war is wrong. I can't say I'm going to point out how that point is bad or anything, not everything about the war is good. I just hate it when people are like "Yeah, bush is stupid." or "Yeah, this is an illegal war, all he wants is oil", just because everyone else is saying it. It just makes me get all teary eyed with frustration. Now, don't get me wrong. I, just like every other Canadian, hate America, and think Americans are idiots (no offense to those who read this. Don't nuke me!) I just want people to do a little research on the internet...On sites that show the GOOD stuff that bush has done, not just the bad stuff. Oh, and I think Micheal Moore is an annoying, immature, ingorant, tard. And a lot of people who listen to him are too. Like, in Farenheit 9/11, "When Bush found out about the twin towers, he was reading books to kids. Guess what happened when he heard about the news? Well he sure as fuck didn't run out to his private jet and jet over to the twin towers, that's for sure. He stayed at that school, and continued reading the book to the children like the dumb fuck he is. And most of the people who watched the movie are like "Ha! What a fucktard he is." Gee, what would you do? Imagine you're baby sitting a couple hundred kids with a few of your friends. You send some of the kids, with your friends, off to the twin towers, then you jump across a couple states, to take the rest of the kids, uhh...To the McDonalds playland or something. Then you hear news about the twin towers getting pwned by terrorists. What do you do? Do you grab all the kids and run like fuck to the twin towers, in an attempt to stare at your friends attempting to save the children from the tower (friends = fire fighters etc) and give speeches to the children who you have brought back form McDonalds, telling them everything will be okay, and that you'll lower taxs for them, and increase the funds to fight AIDS in Africa...Meanwhile there's burning people jumping from windows right behind you. k, but seriously, wtf would you do if you were Bush? Then, people were all like "wtf, terrorists can't do this to our country! Bush! Do something about this problem." So he goes and invades Afganistan, and people get all pissed. Then Bush goes and invades Iraq, and the gas price goes up, and stuff, and people are like "Wahhhh, Buuusshhhh, fix our problems! Noooooo, not like that you dumb fuck." "Do you have any better ideas? I dont' think even the Canadians can talk the terrorists into stop attacking Iraq." "Uhh...No...But you're still stupider than me." LIke, holy fuckz0rz. Oh, and I was looking around for stuff about this topic, and I found this (Which is why I started talking about Micheal Moore)

Ed Koch, the Democratic former mayor of New York City, takes “Fahrenheit 9-11” director Michael Moore to task for using unfair accusations and unfounded conspiracy theories to weaken the United States in its war with totalitarians. Koch says, considering Moore’s sympathy toward genocidal fascists and suicidal fanatics, Moore probably would have denounced America’s participation in World War II. Koch notes that, in an interview with a Japanese reporter, Moore said, “The Iraqis who have risen up against the occupation are not ‘insurgents’ or ‘terrorists’ or ‘The Enemy.’ They are the REVOLUTION, the Minutemen, and their numbers will grow — and they will win.” So that’s Moore’s vision: Fascism is liberty. The liberators are oppressors. Ansar al-Islam is the Minutemen. The Iraqis liked their fascism. They could fly kites under Saddam. The Americans have ruined everything. Michael Moore champions the ideology of repression. Shame on him. Frank Warner

Micheal Moore is so fucking stupid. "Yeah, Bush's family is good friends and buisness partners with the Bin Ladens. Therefore, he set up the trade towers to help fuck his country over, but it would make him and his family rich." Doe any sane person believe this? I mean, I can see Saddam doing this, but from everything else Bush has done...No. I don't think he'd go to those extremes. I guess it never dawned on Micheal that blood is...Uhh, whatever that saying is...Blood is stronger than water, or soemthing. I don't know. Anyway, I guess moore never thought that Osama attacked of his OWN FREE WILL...Or, it was his own idea...Or however you want to word it...In order to help his family get uber-fucking-rich...er. Of course the loop hole with that, is that the Bin Ladens had disowned Osama years ago. Here, let me show you what that Frank Warner guy wrote (I love this guy now.)

Christopher Hitchens in Slate skewers Michael Moore’s new "documentary" "Fahrenheit 9-11" for its contradictions, glaring omissions and gross falsehoods. Moore implies that President Bush’s distant business relationship with some of Osama bin Laden’s relatives was responsible for letting them fly out of the United States after nothing more than "a little interview" following the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks, even when all other planes were grounded. Is Moore saying Bush knew about 9-11 before it happened and he wanted his fellow murderers to go free? Does any sane person believe this? All other planes were not grounded on Sept. 20, when most of the bin Ladens (the bin Ladens who had disowned Osama years earlier) left the U.S. to return to Saudi Arabia. And key figures of that family were interrogated and checked out before they left. One plane carried a few Saudis out early, on Sept. 13, but that flight appears to have been insignificant. Even the 9-11 Commission found the bin Ladens' departure to have been appropriately handled. Moore tries to tie Bush and the bin Ladens to a sinister common interest in the Carlyle Group, corporate parent of United Defense Industries Inc. United Defense's stock value went up after 9-11, as did most defense stocks. But Moore fails to mention that, in May 2002, United Defense's $11 billion contract to build the Crusader artillery system became one of few major defense contracts that Bush ever canceled. Is Moore saying Bush knew about 9-11 before it happened and let it happen for a quick profit? Does any sane person believe this?

That's only a little bit of the article thingy. If you have the time to read this thing, you have the time to read the full article. Seriously, read it. The scroll bar may look small, but it's really not a long article. Most of the space is taken up with comments left by people. Man, I wish I had read this article before I started writing about the war. There's so many awesome facts in here.

In 1991, a large number of Western hostages were taken by the hideous Iraqi invasion of Kuwait and held in terrible conditions for a long time. After that same invasion was repelled — Saddam having killed quite a few Americans and Egyptians and Syrians and Brits in the meantime and having threatened to kill many more — the Iraqi secret police were caught trying to murder former President Bush during his visit to Kuwait. Never mind whether his son should take that personally. (Though why should he not?) Should you and I not resent any foreign dictatorship that attempts to kill one of our retired chief executives? (President Clinton certainly took it that way: He ordered the destruction by cruise missiles of the Baathist 'security' headquarters.)

So yeah, GO READ THE FUCKING AWESOME BLOG. Fine, if you won't go, here's a paragraph for you to read:

Of course, Moore is too racist to care that Saddam was letting thousands of Iraqis die each year by stealing from the U.N. Oil-for-Food program, or that Saddam had murdered at least 400,000 Iraqis in executions and genocide, or that Saddam was responsible for the deaths of at least another 1 million Muslims in the Iran-Iraq war. Don’t even ask Moore if the Iraqis should be free. Words like democracy and freedom don't come up much in fascist movie scripts. For Moore, repression is OK if some people can fly kites.

Okay, now that you've read that, you've read like 1/3 of the entry. Now go read it you fucktard I could read up on stuff like this all day. Just like I could read up on serial killers. Or the history of programing. It's just so interesting. And infuriating. And...Blah. Anyway, I've written a page or two on politics. I never thought I'd be that much of a nerd to do that. But I have. Uhh...Yeah, I don't really have anything to say. Except that I'm sorry I couldnt' get this out by Monday like I said I would. So here's a little compensation quiz I nabbed from Alanna, who, btw, is special, because I put her in my MSN name. She's trying to take my Mikey away from me though. T_T "omg! Dude, Alanna is like my opposite sex twin! She's so awesome!" He never said that about me. =( Anyway, quiz.

Personal Stuff: [¢¾] Full Name: Robert David Toyota [¢¾] Birthday: May 1, 1990 [¢¾] Home town: Mississagua...aka, that city right next to SARS central...Also known as Toronto. [¢¾] Height: Dunno. [¢¾] Shoe size: Dunno. (Seriously) Favorites: [¢¾] colors: Colours are bright evil bastards. [¢¾] number: 19. [¢¾] food: Chinese/Subway. [¢¾] beverage: Caffinated sugar. [¢¾] holiday: Holidays are for lazy people. [¢¾] season: Winter. [¢¾] past time: Writing long, anoying, pro bush, diary entries. [¢¾] restaurant: I don't know. Subway? [¢¾] bad habit: Not talking. [¢¾] word(s): 1337, computer, fucktard, keyboard, one, zero, C, plus, math, mast, stuff. [¢¾] phrase: *pwned squeal* XD [¢¾] animal: Hamster [¢¾] romantic thing: Making out with your keyboard? This or that?: [¢¾] cute or romantic: Cute. [¢¾] sex or cuddling: Cuddling. [¢¾] love or hate: *big sparkly eyes* *waves arm in an arc over head, with a rainbow trailing behind while saying "love! =)"*...Spongebob style. [¢¾] boys or girls: Well, boys punch hard, and girls kick me in the nuts...Fortunatly Anna and Dani already nuttered me while on their period, so I say girls. [¢¾] zoo or cruise: Cruise. [¢¾] piercings or tattoos: Tattoos of phrases in binary, all the way! [¢¾] sugar or spice: Sugar. [¢¾] chai or coffee: Coffee. [¢¾] happy or sad: Not tired. [¢¾] red or yellow: Red. [¢¾] green or blue: Green...Like the colour of the old monitors, when a value was equal to true...You know, the colour they use for the matrix font. [¢¾] blueberries or strawberries: Strawberries. "Mom! I got stabbed in the woods! I think you'll have to let me sit at my computer 24/7 until my shirt heals." That line just doesn't work with blueberries. [¢¾] cake or ice cream: Cake. [¢¾] hugs or kisses: I suppose I would have to experience either of them first to make an educated choice. More this or that, but what I look for in attractions [¢¾] eyes or lips: Eyes. [¢¾] eyes or hair: Hair. Eyes are pretty much the same on everyone. Except for azns. Us azns have those beedy little slits for eyes. [¢¾] long hair or short hair: Long I guess. Doesn't really matter. So long as they're not like, some bald punk. [¢¾] blue eyes or brown eyes: Blue. I must have ballanced colours. If I'm going to have red strawberry "blood", then I need blue "blueberry" eyes. [¢¾] tall or short: Doesn't matter. [¢¾] fat or skinny: What a mean thing to ask.

Well, that's it kiddies who are all older than me. It's five in the fucking morning. I started writing this at fucking 5:00 this after noon. I only stopped to cook supper, and watch family guy with a laptop on my lap. I'm a really slow typer, who gets distracted easily. And my nose just started bleeding. My desk looks so awesome right now, it's got blood all over it. (btw, it's been 3 minutes since I typed "And my nose just started bleeding") Yeah...I'm sure you guys don't want to hear about my soon-to-be bacteria infested desk. Don't forget, "What's more embarrassing than having to hack into your own server? Succeeding." And don't forget to leave a comment on your anti-war reasons. 22 More days until Val's birthday 23 More days until Deanna goes back to work. [edit] Holy crap, this is 8,500 words long. Longest entry I've made yet. =)