Writing began: 12/03/05 Completed writing:16/03/05 Words: 8,500 Average reading time (At 250 words/minute): 34 minutes Okay, I've seen a LOT of articles/entries about death on here the last day or two. I figure I should add to them. On Wednesday, March 8th, my principal's son was killed in a car crash. I'm like "woah." You never expect the principal to have an 18 year old of his own eh. I met Mr. Ash once (One of the things about attending an online school, is that you don't meet people very often =P) he was a really nice guy. Always smiling, helping people, etc. I can't imagine him being sad about stuff. It's werid. Man, being an online teacher, you really have to be careful with your first real-life impresions, becaues it may be the only chance you have to make an impression. I've only met like, 3 teachers of mine more than once. Oh! Oh! Awesome story. Some of you may remember reading somewhere about the time I got expeled from AMDEC (My online school) and then they let me back in, and...Yeah, all that good stuff. Well anyway, at the end of the school year, a bunch of students and teachers get together to watch a play or something. We always meet a couple of hours before the play, in a park, and mingle. (Yeah, I really am only 14, but I've been attending this online highschool since I was 10. So that's why I'm talking like "usualy", or "always", etc, as if I've been through all this a millionish times.) So anyway, I get there, and as usual, I'm the only one there, 'cause I always show up early for everything, So then a couple of my "friends" show up, and I sit and listen to them talk. (Far be it from me to speak out loud. I just keep everything I have to say bottled up inside, and then I write it all down here for you losers to read. =P) So then, Joe's mom shows up, and his mom is like "Are you the Robbie kid who got my kids in trouble?" (I got Joe in trouble with my site thingy. I got expeled 'cause of a site...Yeah, whatever) so I'm like "uhhh...Yeah...", so then she's like "omg! You're my hero!" so goes on and on about how she supported my site, and how she would have created a petition if I had gotten permantly expeled, and so on. I'm like "Uhh...Heh...Great. *embaresed*" So that was awesome. "I'm Joe's mom's hero." Hehe, sounds cool eh. =P So then the principal shows up (We had a different principal last year) and she's talking to people and stuff, then she gets to my mom, and she's like "Is Robbie here? He must be avoiding me. =P" Yes, she actualy stuck her tongue out at my mom. jk So yeah....Those things are fun. Speaking of fun, school-related get-togethers, Emipalooza '05 is commin' up on the 18th! Val, you'd better be going! You don't want to miss me sitting in the corner giggling at people. Litteraly. I wedged myself in between a cabnet and chair, and just sat there and giggled. Everyone was making fun of me, and trying to get me to talk and stuff, but yeah, no talking for me. "Maybe if we put a screen right here, and give him a keyboard, he'll talk." Lauren has no idea how true her comment is. I want to get a voice box thing like Stephen Hawking. That would kick so much ass it'll hurt. So yeah, you've got to come Val, or else...Or else...I won't sleep...Or something. Holy shit, I just found this un-finished story that I started writing after Emipalooza '04. (My attention span wasn't long enough to finnish the story. Just like it's not long enough to fnnish these entries in one day.) Here, have a look, it'll convince you to come Val! I hope. (This is just an attempt to make my entry seem longer. It's not even a completed story.) Oh, btw, if there's random spaces, or an odd comment, then that means there was a smiley image in there. I'm too lazy to convert them to ASCII.

It started out as your average Friday. Except for the fact that I had my stinkin' piano lessons re-scheduled to this particular Friday morning. So I had a challenging task ahead of me. I had to wake up BEFORE 10:00am and that my friend, is not fun. Anyway, I got home, and I had previously promised Em' that I would shower, and wash my clothes. So I showered, then went to the washing machine. I stared at the sticker on the side that shows how to wash your clothes. I stared some more. After about 3 hours of this, I finally realized I was reading the label sideways. By the time I finished washing it, there wasn't enough time to dry it, so I wore it wet (after swinging it over my head several times, of course) And of course, I only have one pair of pants, so I didn't wash them (Sorry Em') Then I went back into my room, sat down at my computer, and got some good new, and some bad news. The bad news is that Lisa would not be coming to Em's party. The good news was, that she got accepted into her camp job, and would actually be using the quarters I gave her, to wash her clothes in the coin-op washing machines …But that's beside the point…. In fact, this whole paragraph was pointless. Then Paul and Miranda got dropped off at my house, and we all got into the van (Miranda seemed to have problems with the door…Probably 'cause she didn't know it was electric) My mom hopped in the driver's seat, pushing me over to the passenger seat (I wanted to drive there, just like Joe got to drive back to his house after the party. But apparently my mom still remembers that "incident" from last time she let me drive.) and drove off to meet Em's mom at a Timmies, somewhere along Trafalger road. Ms. Slofstra was already there when we pulled into the parking lot. We hopped out to load all our heavy bags (filled with chips…Whoowee, were those ever heavy ) into the back of the car. After I loaded my bag into the trunk, the weight of the bags had weakened my body greatly. So much in fact, that I fell down right behind the car (I'm pretty sure I saw a trucker point and laugh as he drove by.) After I got up, and wiped all the sludge off my butt, we all loaded up into the car. The seating arrangement began like this: · In the front passenger seat - Paul · In the back seat, behind the passenger seat - Miranda · In the driver's seat - Robbie But, after Em's mom threw me into the back seat, the arrangement went more like this: · In the front passenger seat - Paul · In the back seat, behind the passenger seat - Miranda · In the driver's seat - Ms. Slofstra · In the back seat, behind the driver's seat - Robbie After a very un-eventful drive (except for the witnessing of one of Ms. Slofstra's famous road rage incidents) to Em's house, we got out and grabbed our very heavy bags, and walked up to Em's front porch, and opened the door, and screamed in horror at the sight of Emily. Then we realized we were looking at the dog that Em' was taking care of. As we looked up, we saw a girl with black hair, some awesome socks, and a kick-ass 'Cheat' T-shirt. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Em' had a great idea to go play cards. So we grabbed a deck of cards, and headed for the basement. Once we reached the basement (damn stairs, so exhausting to walk down…So I got tired, and just fell down the rest of the stairs.) we played crazy hearts for a couple of hours (ah, good times ) then we played cheat once (ah, fun times ) Then Gracie, Horn Dog Pete (A.K.A. Peter ), Natalie, and Sam all showed up and crashed---er, joined, our party. Emily, Miranda, Paul, and I went upstairs (damn stairs again, but this time I couldn't just fall down the stairs again ) to greet them. Gracie says she got me to talk a little bit, but I don't remember that . We all returned to the basement (Em' really needs to install an elevator) We went back to sitting around that same table that we had played so many games of cards on, but now we had abandoned the cards , and instead, begun to talk. Oh boy did we ever talk. (By we, I mean Peter.) Let's see now, we (Peter) talked about Gracie's 'skin condition' (Gracie claims it was a sunburn that she got from snowboarding…Riiiiight). We talked about the "Happy Birthday Letter" for Joe that Gracie and Em' wrote, on behalf of the APC (oh yeah, and Peter edited out some weird parts about Joe being sexy or something like that. Pff, Joe sexy). Pete kept changing the subject back to Joanna, and how much he wanted to meet her, and how pretty she was, and *sentence runs on and on and on*. While Peter was rambling on about Joanna (with comments and interruptions from the rest of us, minus me of course) Other Amdecians began to flow in. Lauren, and Joe "Joseph" Snyder were the first to come in. The members of the APC gave Joe his 'Happy Birthday Letter", and then forced him to read it out loud. The letter goes as follows: Hello Joseph, Happy birthday To whom it may concern, And those who like to learn, Let's give it up for our buddy Joe, Our buddy Joe from the ghetto The King, The head, Obviously not misled Secret member of the APC Unlike Gracie, never runs off to pee Sitting at the computer Debating which APC member is cuter Hours at a time Thinking of some lame ol' rhyme His friends gathered to celebrate Because he was so wonderful and great Yet when they met him in real life They were all filled up with strife The party started off fine But when it became time to dine The friends pull a nasty trick They called it magic They grabbed that Joe Oh wouldn't you know They tied him to a chair And pulled out all his hair "Mean and nasty friends I sure hope Ms H suspends" Joe cried out in madness Hoping to cause some sadness But they just laughed And laughed and laughed Giggling with inner glee You'd think they were part of the FAC! Deciding to make things better Being careful to protect his sweater While appearing quite complex Joe looked fine in pink spandex It was because Joe was their friend That the APC did descend To such a cruel and horrible trick In which his butt, they did kick In the end you can tell, The APC does mean well All because we love Joe This is the kind of love that we will never outgrow After that, more and more people began streaming in, until the list of guests was: · Robbie · Paul · Miranda · Joe · Lauren · Gracie · Peter · Natalie · Sam · Elyse (Elsie hehe) · Sarah · Rachel · Joanna · Jon Once we were all gathered together, we talked about lots of funny stuff, like Goderich and Peter's, well known "sun tanning story". Surely you guys remember when Gracie was asked in the café chat, early in the school year, where Peter was. And Gracie replied simply "Oh, he's outside tanning himself". For those of you who don't remember, I have just told you what to remember, so remember it . After several hours of talking non-sense, the evil dictator, Emily, instructed us to help bring chairs up to the table. So (almost ) all of us pitched in to help bring the chairs upstairs for supper. Peter couldn't seem to get his chair to unfold, so he gave it to Joe to do. Joe could not do it, so he handed it back to Peter. Peter still could not open it, so he gave it to me. I could not open it. Gracie comes along and grabs the seat of the chair and unfolds it easily. Peter, Joe, and I would have eventually figured out that you are supposed to pull the seat of the chair, and not the backrest, legs, latches, or screws, sooner or later. But we didn't, and Gracie made us all feel like fools. This has been another totally pointless paragraph. After we ate supper (which was really good btw) most of us (actually only the girls…) went out to the trampoline. Jon and I decided to go outside thought the front door. Then we eventually got bored of watching empty streets, and went into the backyard to watch the girls jump on the trampoline. Paul was really having fun up there, bouncing around like a hyper little 7 year-old. It was around this time that Jon, like most people, came to the conclusion that I don't talk much. (ßPointless sentence. Hey, at least I'm narrowing it down from pointless paragraphs, to pointless sentences.) Eventually the girls got tired of bouncing, and went inside, and me and Jon went on the trampoline. After a while of us bouncing around like hyper little 7 year-olds, Joanna decided to come out and join us. This was the beginning of the 'Asian group' party. Miranda was invited to join, but she declined….Something about the 300 foot restraining order she filed against me. Either that or it was too cold out…One or the other. So anyway, we played around on the trampoline a bit, while the others were downstairs. ('stairs'….*shudder*) Eventually we got bored (You can only bounce me up and down while I try and hold a straight position, for so long, before I get boring again) and went inside to join the others. Once downstairs, we found the rest of the amdecians - er, sorry, A***Cians, playing a game. Since we weren't there to start the game, me and Jon decided to have our own fun. First we played Chinese checkers with skittles. Then we played pool with skittles. Then we played "eat the skittles which were just rolling along the ground" (that was defiantly one of the funniest games I've ever played) Then we played War with some cards that I uhh, found . After a while we got bored, so I followed Jon into Emily's room, where Miranda and Joanna already were. After we listened to some Chingy (ugh) we listened to some Christina Angulara (she's pretty good---I mean *shudder*) Then Joanna said she was having soooo much fun, that she didn't want her mom to come pick up her and Jon until 11:00. So she picked up one of Em's phones (she had two, one bigger than the other…which is weird ) and tried to call her mom. However she couldn't seem to get the stupid phone to work (or so she though) So after a while, she gave up, and just left the phone laying beside her on the bed. [edit]Joanna and Jon are brother and sister, just in case you're wondering[/edit] Then, just to show how bored she was, she said, quote "Who wants to play strip poker?" (It's only 6 words, so I'm pretty sure I quoted it right.) Now, this part I'm quoting as best as I can remember. Just to warn the 3 people who might find this lewd, "The following conversation contains the following objectionable words: Protection, Whore, son of a, mom, teddy bear" (actually, that last one isn't in this conversation. But teddy bears are pretty evil) Jon "You're a whore" Joanna "No, I use protection" Me *nothing* Jon "Well you're a son of a whore" Joanna "You just called our mom a whore" Then Joanna, hearing some strange voices coming from the phone, picked up the phone. Turns out the guy on the other end of the phone was a close friend of her family, and he's like "Mr. Super Christian", and he would tell her parents everything he heard.

And that's as far as I got. There, an added 2,000 words. How cheap of me. btw, aside from an awkward car ride home, Joanna and Jon didn't get in trouble. Ummm...Special mention to Amanda, uhh...Just because. There, be happy you little white girl who knows more Japanese than me. Hmmm... There was this kick-ass comedian on tonight. He was so flippin' hillarious. Umm, I tried to write down as many jokes of his that I could, but I was too busy rolling around laughing my fucking ass off at him. Probably the best one I remember is:

A local man killed a gay man because the gay guy was 'making sexual advancments twoards me'. He got life in prison. Well, he sure solved his problem didn't he.

Man, I laughed so fucking hard. Hmmm, can you imagine what it'd feel like to be the guy who made "marque" for html? (Where the text scrolls by) Think about it. Besides images, that's the only moving thing you can do with html. Imagine being the guy who can say "Yeah, I created the marque function." It'd be fairly hard to have made that. I dunno if any of you have tried coming up with something like that in the JAVA console or something, but it'd be pretty hard to do without the clear() function. k, no one cares about that, so moving on...I'm going to take the bus to church in 4 hours. (As of the time I'm writing this. Knowing me I won't get around to posting this entry 'till next tuesday.) Now, I don't leave the house much, or use public transportation much, or any of that good ol' stuff that I'll be using when I'm older. However, after taking the bus with Matt to go show off at DDR in the arcade (Ha, right. More like gawk at other people doing max300 by just rocking back and forth. Holy fuck that guy was amazing.) I feel confident enough to take an (estimated) one hour bus trip to church. Why am I doing this? Because Deanna got her hair permed, and I want to see it. (No, I can't just wait 'till monday. That would be boring.) So anyway, I have to leave in 3.5 hours (Yes. I'm a very fucking slow writer.) so I have decided not to sleep. I knew I wouldn't sleep, so I went to the store earlier and got a 2L bottle of pop. Guess what. I get home and notice that it's CAFFINE FUCKING FREE. Mother fucker. Who the fuck makes caffine free pop? Pop was made for people like me, who can't stand coffee, to help us stay awake. --Dude, I have 3 hours left. Holy fuck I get distracted easily. Anyway, aside from two quick two-hour naps, I've only slept once (by slept, I mean gotten my 8 hours) I havn't slept since Tuesday. I've been drinking so much pop lately, it's insane. Like, 2 Litres/day. Every night, I say "Tonight is the night I sleep". But eventualy around 8am, I figure I'm not going to be tired enough to force myself to go to bed. I hate laying in bed trying to fall asleep, because so much time is being wasted, just sitting there trying to fall asleep. But then I figure "Hey, the sooner I sleep, the sooner I can wake up, and get this fuckin' need to sleep out of my system. I think Scott said it best in one of Katie's comments:

I firmly believe that if you were MEANT to be asleep, that is, if your body really NEEDED the sleep, you would be asleep (you'd be unable to stay awake). So, instead of lying abed, staring into the darkness, it is BETTER that you get up and do something, do ANYTHING. Yeah, MAKE A PIZZA

So anyway, I slept for 8 hours this after noon. I tried to sleep longer, but I just couldn't. Now, I'll bet you're all curious as to what I was doing during the time I was sleepless. (Mike: "Mast! XD") Well, *squals with excitment* remember how last entry, I asked people for sugestions on how I should go about asking Scott (The owner and creator of sitD) if I could help him with anything on sitD. Well, Jen left a comment refering me to Scott, and Mariana left me a comment sugesting how I should ask. Of 100+ comments, they're the only ones that replied. =P k, well, I'm gonna go out and shovel, then head for the bus. Weeeee. Edit TUESDAY, March FIFTEEN (I started writing this on Sat night)----------------------------- Holy shit, I havn't touched this since Sat. (For those who don't know, when you're writing entries for longer than...Uhh, 20 minuts I think it is, you get logged out, and if you submit the entry, it won't get submited, but you'll lose your entry...Scott should put "header("Cache-control: private");" in his scripts...Yeah..) k, anyway, the point is, that I write these entries out in txt files before submiting them. Anyway, sorry Livi and Jen for taking so long to update. =P k, so anyway, I've got the good ol' blog.txt out, and I'm writing in it. Did you know that down in the U.S. in 14 states, you can buy a gun with no problem, but in the same 14 states it's illigal to buy a vibrator? Also, check this out: A city named Dildo =O Yeah, anyways...HEY! DID ANYONE NOTICE MY NAME IN THE NEWS?! (On the main page of sitD) Specific entry in case Scott makes a new entry before you read this. So yeah, 3-4 days ago I mentioned Scott had alowed me to work on an FAQ system for sitD. Simple little task right? Just input the question, the answer, catagory, etc, click submit, then all the normal users on sitD can see the question and answer. (Only Scott can update the FAQ) Guess what, it took me 5ish days! =O I suck. Scott didn't seem to care though. =) So yeah, go to the news and leave a question to be put into the FAQ. (Or leave the questions here) Here's the questions I have so far (In no particular order):

How do you make a link? How do you show an image on your diary? How do you make a top_left, comment_pic, and background How to change your font 'attributes' Is "such as this" diaries free? What does "sitDiary", "sitD", "d.sit" etc mean? How to bold, underline, italicize, etc Can I delete my old diaries? What is "randomizing"? Why is it cutting off my entry at a certain point? How come when I leave sitD open for a while, then come back, I've been logged out?

Weee, I've been busy thinking up questions, can you tell? =P I know you've just thought of a question. Click here to leave that question! Goooo. If you don't have a question yet, go gawk at le Hecate II, and consider buying it for me. (Yup, I've gone back to obsessing over it again. ;) ) Don't worry if you don't have a question. There's lots of other people who read this diary. Ha, not really. Despite the fact that I got 200+ comments (Holy fuck eh?!) There's only like 12 people who read this (I'm not gonna name them, 'cause then if I leave someone out, they'll get mad, and sue me for false advertising to get you to leave me a comment. Aparently I'm a comment whore. I don't remember who it was that called me that, but she made me cry. I don't want to be a whooooore. T_T Yeah... And I've got a kick-ass age range of readers. From 12 to 53. Weee. For some odd reason, a couple of people have comment, thinking I had "above average inteligence" as Katie put it. And so, as I was explaining to her that I'm not above-average smart, since my IQ is only 199, no where near Einstien's, it dawned on me that people who are different can sometimes be mistaken as smart. I mean, look at Einstien. He's got his kick-ass hair, totally kickin' glasses, and a nifty neeto suit to boot. He dreamt about time travel by being able to outrun light, making E equal two other letters squared, and terrorizing those poor atoms. Does he seem like the emo-profs of his time? I think not. In Einstien's time, it was "Cool" to be an emo-prof. If you were a professor and didn't listen to My Chemical Romance, or who didn't put Green Day - Boulavard of Broken Dreams in his/her MSN name, they labeled you a happy professor who is oblivious to the pain and hardship of the world. Einstien didn't wear black makeup, wear black clothes, or cut [his hair]. He was one of a kind. Then, one day, he was noticed by somebody older than him. That person asked Einstien to take an IQ test. As a result of the IQ test, Einstien was labeled the smartest man on earth. He then proceeded to build the A bomb. The point I'm getting at here, is that ever since that day, anyone who was out-of-place was considered smart. Me for example. When was the last entry about how much my life sucks? When was the last time I said I wanted to die? When was the last time I talked about cutting? I think it was my last entry, but I explained it was strictly for the love of blood. =) Therefore, due to the fact that I don't use this diary as a typical emo-kid diary, I'm going to avenge my country (On my dad's side anyway) and nuke the U.S. right back. =) Weee, topic went from people reading my diary, to me nuking the U.S. Okay, this has been bothering me for a while. Should I set my diary to two entries per page to reduce download time? I mean, the text alone is 500kbs, and the images double that. Standard dialup goes at about 1-2.5kb/s. So, at 2.5kb/s, it currently takes...Holy fuck, 15 minutes to load for dialup users. That can't be right... Anyway, there's currently 10 entries per page. Each is about 4-8k words each. So averaging about the same length each. That means that if I only have two entries per page, that would only be (500 / 10) * 2 + 500 (for images) = 600kbs. That's only a 10 minute wait. (Pfft, only) So yeah, leave me a comment if you have dialup, and let me know what you think. If you don't mind the waiting, then I'll be happy to keep my tiny scroll bar. If you find it anoying, then I'll just as gladly change it. Speaking of slow. Ya' know what really bugs me? When people say a "download program is slow." For example "Man, DC++ is so slow downloading. Limewire is faster." Do you people not understand the concept of Peer to Peer vs Server? Do you honestly think that Ares finds more songs than DC++ because of the way it's programmed? Well, I mean sure, DC++ could be programmed to not display all the results, but, from looking at the source code, it seems to show all the files. Peer to peer programs downoad as fast as OTHER PEOPLE can upload. It has nothing to do with the program at all. It's like saying "Internet Explorer is the best download program because it downloads really really fast!" It does that because servers are usualy on T1/3 lines, and can thus upload uber-fast. And...and...Wow, this complaint ran out of steam fast. This is what happens when you write down to complain about what a guy said to you at 4 in the morning. -_- Man...I'm so sick of not getting any comments. That does it. I'm not gonna post another entry until I get at least 10 flippin' comments. It's not that hard for people to leave a comment is it? Blah. Baka no hitos. -_- Oh, did I mention I was mentioned in the news? Probably. Yes, I'm really running out of stuff to talk about. (aka, only a few hundred words for you to read.) Let's talk about...Database encryption. My computer course's teaching: "You may know that the government stores information about you, but what you don't know, is that bank, credit card companies, insurance companies, etc, all store information about you as well." Ahaha, my peers are idiots. Anyway, we're supposed to write a 100-200 page report on databaes security in buisnesses, and tell if we would trust them with our personal info. (Like we have a choice?) This is one stupid question. Firstly, they don't teach ANYTHING at all about encryption. Nothing. They just do the "what a database is used for" and how to write data to a txt file in Java. So it's up to me to teach this teacher guy about encryption. Secondly...WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE SUPPOSED TO WRITE ABOUT?! Database security is a fucking broad field man. Like..Shizzle dude. Thirdly I have to find sites that'll "teach" me about this stuff, because I'm only alowed to use what I've learned from the course information (Ha, it doesn't teach anything) and sites I've found on the internet. Wow, I'm getting to become like Geniesa with my school complaints. ;) Anyway I ended up having to cut my report thing down to around 500 words. That's as small as I could go. I took out all my swearing, name calling, and examples. I even took out the threat to slap the guy who made the course information. So anyway, while I was looking up sites to use in my sources cited, I began to think about the encryption algorithims and stuff. Then, I began to think about how brute force hacking works. Basicaly, it just loops through all the alphanumric values (a-z, 1-9). If the password isn't a one character password, and doesn't grant access with the 35 alphanumric characters, it will then try two characters. Basicaly, it'll go "A" followed by "A". So the 36th attempt at accessing the box, would look like this "AA" the 37th "AB", and so on, until it's looped through all the alphanumiric characters in the second column. It will then move the first column up by one (to B) and loop through the alphanumiric characters again in the second column. "A9" "BA" "BB", so on. I'm thinking it wouldn't take too long with my P4 to get into a database with an 8 character password. The only thing I would haev to do is make it so that the variable that is incrimented every time I unsucesfuly log in is unable to incriment. (Usually, if you are unsucesful loging in in a specified ammount of time, it will deny you access...Then again, if you can block the auto-incrimenting variable, you can probably block the command to block you out too...) But then I'm like, "Hmmm, but what if you need to decrypt a 50MB database? That would be a bitch." There are 1024 KBs in a MB. And 1024 bytes in a KB. 1024^2 * 50 = 52,428,800 bytes. Now, each ASCII character (Data stored in a database is generally in the ASCII format.) is 8 bytes. 52,428,800 / 8 = 6,553,600 characters.

Now, I forgot to mention above, that the passwords may be case sensitive, in which case there'll be (26 * 2) + 9 = 61 attempts pers column attempt. Oh, and you'll have to attempt this for the username too. So that could be a bitch trying all those combinations with the username AND password, at the same time, and...damn man. Anyways...

So now you've got how many characters there are, we'll use f(n) = (61)^(61*n) In this case n is 6,553,600. Now, I don't even have to test this to know that my $140 calculator can not do 61^399,769,600 That is how many attempts it would take to get every character correct. Then of course, it dawned on me, that a database is not a password. In order to decrypt a database, you would need to figure out the correct decryption key. So yeah, anyway, encryption is cool. I just thought you guys might want to know why in movies and stuff, you see these uber government geeks, with their big fancy super-computers, say "Yeah, we'll crack into the bad guy database in a couple hours." A lot of the time when I watch a movie like that with someone's parents (Ha, my 'friends' get bored pretty quickly =P) the parent is usualy like "Pfft, he's got a super computer. He can do it in five minutes." Just a quick note here, brute force hacking is not used very often...Like, ever. Especialy if the person doesn't have direct/lan access to the box containing the database. Can you imagine sending 61^399,769,600 queries over the internet?! Do you know how much fucking bandwidth that'd use. Do you know how much of a strain that'd be on your/their ISP? Then there's the slightly delayed response time...Yeah. I don't sugest brute force hacking. "So, what else can you do besides brute force hacking? Have you seen the levels of encryption put into these things?!" Well, that's why it takes the super computers a long time. It needs to create an algorithim that can decrypt the entire database. I love answering my own questions. Anyway, for more info, check out the wiki rotor machine article. Pfft, like you'll do that. Anyway, did I mention that you'll have to try all possible passwords of characters up to a specified ammount (Average normal user's password is 8 characters. Once you get into goverment, bank, etc, it goes up...High) So you would have like this: Login: "A" Password: *loop through...ie "AAB9"* Then once it's looped through the password up to the number you chose, it'll move on to Login "B" Password: etc And, just...Fuck man...Fuckin' insane. If you ask any encryption expert to use brute force they'll either be like "Pfft, fuck that for a flying fish", or...SLAP YOU SILLY AND TELL YOU TO GET THE FUCK OUT FOO'! Yeah. ...And that is how you hack Hotmail. *gasp* I've gone the whole entry and only said "Deanna" once! And I mentioned to Val about putting "That car story with Deanna" in my blog when we were haivng our multi convo with Mike, who, btw, doesn't hate you. =P You probably don't remember, 'cause you were off...Uhh...k, I don't know what you would be off doing, but you probably dont' remember. Anyway, some of you know, some of you don't, and most of you probably knew, but forgot, that my parents went to Cuba for two weeks. They got back sunday night. Anyway, I didn't want to be without Skating and Gymday for two weeks (Next year, I can just bus...Unless of course Deanna's mom will drive me again ^______^...I've never done that face long like that before.) so Deanna's mom agreed to drive me to skating and gym day. Anyway, she's ALWAYS asking her mom if she can drive. "It's a parking lot! Let me drive!" "Its' a stop light! Move over when we stop so I can drive!" etc. Naturaly her mom says no. It's not that she can't drive or anything. She tells me lots of stories about her brothers letting her drive and stuff, it's just that her mom is...A worrier. Even her dad said it was fine if she drove. But her mom still says no. =P So anyway, there's this 'wild' mom, who I'll just call Ms. Naggi (It's litteraly pronouced "naggy"...I just don't know how to spell it) Anyway, she knows that Deanna is always asking to drive, and her mom is always saying no and stuff. So on Friday, her mom sends us to the van with the keys. "You may NOT even START the car. Only use them to unlock the car."...Car = Van. If I say "Car" it's because I'm too lazy to press backspace. So anyway, we get to the van, and Deanna puts the key in the ignition, and starts up the battery to listen to the radio (I think I kind of shrieked "ewww" a bit too loudly when Boulavard of Broken Dreams came on...She seemed kind of surrprised. Damnit, now I'm not going to stop thinking about that tonight.) Now, Ms. Naggi's car is idling right beside Deanna's van, so Ms. Naggi gets out, hops in Deanna's van, starts it up, and backs the van all the way to the back of the parking lot. All the while Deanna's like "C'moooon, if you're going to get me in trouble, at least let me DO the trouble part! Let me driiiiiive." So anyway, we backed up in a straight line to the end of the parking lot, hidden behind trucks and stuff. (Deanna's mom was inside the arena still, getting stuff) So I'm like "Well, if you're going to be in trouble anyway, you might as well go back to the parking spot. If you get caught, you would have been blamed anyway, if not, then you're safe." "Good point." So she hops in the driver seat (She's in the passenger seat, I'm in the back) and starts going forwards. Then Ms. Naggi saw her coming, and she's all like "Nooo! Don't run me over! I'm sorry!" (Jokingly of course) Then Deanna saw her mom coming (Her mom hadn't seen her yet) so she's like "Shit!" and backed up really fast. She hit a snow bank. Then Ms. Naggi walks over and explains to Deanna's mom that she was the one who moved the van, meanwhile Deanna is scrambling out of the drivers seat while her mom is distracted. Man, Ms. Naggi is cool. =P So anyway, her mom gets in the van, looking much calmer (When she walked out and saw the van gone, she kind of went bug-eyed, and possibly pale. I couldn't really tell from where I was.) Deanna: "Would you really think I would drive the van?" Ms. Duke: "Yes." Hehe, her mom loves her. =P And I don't think she hates me much anymore. =D She thought I was a nice boy, until she found out I was corrupting her daughter's mind online, but now that I'm in real life again, I seem less...Evil. So yeah, I think she likes me now after these two weeks. And I don't think it hurt my chances any that I seemed responsible, and able to take care of my brothers for two weeks on my own. (I'll get to the part about why it wasn't much responsibility later) And I don't think her dad hates me as much either. At church he'll nod at me, or say hi or something. Sometimes he sits down beside me and talks...That's fuckin' scary. So yay, one year later, and her parents are warming up to me again. Weeee. Now I need to get Jessie's parents to hate me less now too. Jessie was an awesome way to help get Deanna out of the house to meet her somewhere. "Let's go on a bike trip with Deanna." "Let's go to girls night out with Deanna." "Let's put marshmallows in Deanna's hair!" I didn't participate in that last one if you're thinking I did. ANYWAY....Deanna has two stalkers that I know of. (No Mike, I'm not included in the list) and at least 3 non-stalkers that like her that I know of. It's funny though, 'cause she won't tell them about me, 'cause then news would some how get to her parents, and they'd get all pissed off that she was associating with Mr. Silently Corrupting You kid. (I don't care if she tells them or not) It's funny how every time we're talking, and some guy that likes her, that I don't know of yet (She's got a big list of people who like her =P Who can blame them? Weee, I feel like I'm wasting her 'love' life away. This summer I vow to walk to her house. Weee, fun. Unfortunatly I'd have to ask straight out, 'cause her IP address lookup doesn't give the correct address. (Yes, I have her IP, but not her real address.)) and she'll be like "Ugh, he likes me. (Not in a stuck up way mind you! I'm not sure how she does it, but everything she says, even if it's mean, she says it in a nice way. I can't do that when I'm recreating conversations you see, so you're going to have to go with the impression that she's mean.) He's really anoying, and lives really close to my house. Sometimes he walks by my house, and stares in my window. --Don't worry, I don't like him." See, I told you she would sound mean. But she's not. It's just the way I recreated the converation. It was kind of rebuilt on an angle, so it sounds mean....Yeah, you get the point. ...Look at this quiz I was forced to take. (Leah asked me to fill it out for her. That's enough threatening for me)

------------------GENERAL INFO------------------ * Time started: 8:34 * Name : Robbie Toyota * Nicknames: Bobert? * School: AMDEC (An online school) * Location: Mississauga, Canada * Colour of eyes: Brown * Hair colour: Black. (Not brown.) * Shoe Size: No clue. * You live with: A keyboard. ------------------HAVE YOU EVER------------------ * Missed school because it was raining: That one time the power lines went out, yeah. * Put a body part on fire for amusement: Hell yes. * Thrown someone in the bonfire: Little plastic army men. * Been hurt emotionally: Jessie told me she won't give me any more cookies. *sniffle* * Kept a secret from everyone: I'm the only one who knows I wet the bed 'till I was 10...ish. * Cried during a Movie: Yes. But it was Black Hawk Down, when the mini birds were ripping up the skinnies on the rooftops...That sort of thing. "Yay! The soldiers are saved! *sniffle*" * If so what film: Black Hawk Down. * Ever thought an animated character was hot: Of course. * Been onstage: *shudder* yes. * Been sarcastic?: Of course not. ------------------FAVORITES------------------ * Shampoo: Whatever I can buy in bulk at whole sale price. * Soap: Same as shampoo...Only with soap...I think. This cleaning stuff is all the same to me. * Favourite colour/shade: w00t! Someone remembered to put "shade" in there. Black. * Summer/Winter: Winter. * Cartoon Characters: Oh, wow...So many... * Drink: Caffinated sugar. * Food: Cookies. * Movie: Black Hawk Down. * Ice Cream: Ummm..I don't know. Mint Chocolate Chip? I havn't had icecream in a long time. * Subject: Math. * Person: Linus Torvalds. * Friends: Matt or Mike. * Respect: Scott. * Crush: Crushs are for n00bs without keyboards. -------------RIGHT NOW------------------ * Wearing: Boxers. *What color underwear/boxers: Spiderman. *Eating: Stuff. *Thinking: About how long this quiz is. ---------------IN THE LAST 24 HRS------------------ * Cried: Yes. * Why: Uber-frustrated with code. * Met someone new: Not in real life, but online, yeah. * Cleaned your room: No. * Drove a car: I swear, if you told my parents I tried out their van.... * Been pissed off: Hell yes. *Why: My damn code was giving me parse errors. ---------------DO YOU BELIEVE IN------------------ * Yourself: No. * Santa: No. * Angels: Yes. * Ghost's: No. * Elves: No. * Intelligent life in space: No. * God: Yeah. * Satan: Yeah. --------------FRIENDS AND LIFE------------------ * Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: Meh-ness. * Do you like anyone?: Sure. * Who have you known the longest of your friends: Technicaly Daniel. But we don't really do anything together, so I'm just going to say Matt. * The loudest: I don't know. David? * The shyest: Me. Since I talk to myself, I guess I should consider myself a friend. I didn't start talking to myself until after I met Matt, so my oldest friend stays with Matt. * Who's the weirdest: Deanna. * Who has seen you cry: No one. If you tell anyone I cried...=P * When have you cried the most: When I slammed the car door on my finger. * What is the worst feeling in the world: Oh...Wow...So many. Either surfing crack sites, then suddenly your hard drive starts working like crazy, or spending 3 sleepless days on a piece of code, and thenr ealizing you have to restart it. * What is the best feeling in the world: I dunno. When you release a several thousand line script of code to the world? ---------------------------------- ABOUT GUYS FOR GIRLS TO FILL OUT -------- * Boxers or briefs: * Long or short hair: * Six pack or muscular arms: * Good or bad guys: * Hat or No Hat: * Tan or fair: * Rugged or sporty: * Accent or no accent: *Immature or mature: *Funny or not funny: *Cute or sexy: ----------------------------------- ABOUT GIRLS FOR GUYS TO FILL OUT ----------------------------- * Regular underwear or thong: Underwear. * Painted nails or not: Doesn't matter to me. * Bra or sports bra: Bra. * Cute n' mysterious or wild n' crazy: Doesn't matter. * Dressy or casual: Casual. * Dark or blonde hair: Dark. * Dark or light eyes: Doesn't matter. * Good or bad girl: Preferably good. * Intelligent or average: Intelligent. * Hair up or down: Down. * Jewelry or none: Doesn't matter to me. * Curly or straight hair: Straight * Pants or dress: Pants. * Tan or fair: Ha, like I care. * Freckles or none: Doesn't matter. * Accent or Not: Meh, not I guess. * Shy or outgoing: You can shoot me if I care. You can shoot me if I don't care too, it doesn't matter to me. -------------------------------- FOR EVERYONE TO FILL OUT ---------------------------- * Silver or gold: Silver. Not many people will want to steal that over gold. Plus it looks cooler. * Diamond or pearl: Diamonds are so much cooler than pearls. * Sunset or sunrise: Sunset. * Do you sleep with stuffed animals: I sleep with a laptop...Until my parents get back from Cuba anyway. * Have you ever broken/sprained/fractured anything?: I wish =( * Do you have any piercing?: Nope. * If yes, what?: Eyelids. * Rain, sun or snow?: SNOOOOW * How is the weather right now?: Snowing. w00000000000000000000t. *Time finished: 9:06

Wasn't that fun to read? I doubt it. k, Val, since you can't come to Emipalooza '05 (As stated in your e-mail, which I recieved AFTER writing all those nasty things I said I would do to you if you didn't come. Fortunatly, I hadn't posted this entry yet, so I am going to go edit out the part about pushing you in front of busses now.) you must take me and Mike out to drink on your birthday. And here's why. This was sent to Vanessa by her mom:

Jack wakes up at home with a huge hangover after the night of his office Christmas party. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Jack looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror, and notices a note on the table: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping-- Love you!" He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, "Son... what happened last night?" "Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door." "So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean, I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?" His son replies, "Oh THAT!... Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, lady, I'm married!" Broken furniture - $85.26 Hot Breakfast - $4.20 Red Rose bud -$3.00 Two Aspirins -$.38 Saying the right thing, at the right time........."Priceless "

That's right Vanessa, I stole your entry. What're you gonna do about it? =P Actualy, I doubt you got tihs far, so I'm safe. =) But in case you do get this far, I'm gonna say "Vanessa gets all the credit for this part of the entry!" Yay! Now don't sue me. Anyway, Val, people have a tendancy to get drunk a lot and go home to their wives. I think, that I should start training myself to say that now, BEFORE I get married, so I'll have a head start. =) So smuggle Mike and I out to some bar on your birthday. =) Pfft, like I'll be able to drink enough to get drunk. Anyway, I think that's it. Leave questions for the FAQ! 18 more days 'till Val's birthday. 19 more days 'till Deanna goes back to work. [Nice, 8.5k words again.] Oh, this is also my 50th entry. w00t. =P Not even two months worth of entries. Pretty sad for the ammount of time I've actualy been here.