Writing began: 21/03/05 Completed writing: 24/03/05 Words: 8,500 Average reading time (At 250 words/minute): 34 Wow, been a week. I'm watching The Incredibles, so I'll try to keep my sentances on track, since I'll get distracted every three words, to watch. I've seen this once before, but it kicked ass. I'mma write random quotes as I hear them. Such as:

"He got away. Skippy here saw to that." "Incredi-boy!" "I am not asociated with you!"

Pfft, this entry is going to take forever to write. I get distracted so flippin' easily. Duuude, Violet is hot with her hair down. And her powers are kick-ass too. roflmao, the part where Mr. Incredible gets fed up with his car and breaks the window and stuff. Man I love that guy's attitude.

"So you're saying we shouldn't help people?" "The law requires me to say yes."

That quote wasn't associated with the last comment. But I love that answer. I'm so using that some time. Weee, that fuckin' boss guy just got pwned. Flew through four fuckin' walls dude! Hell yeah! Sorry, I get really into movies. Remember how before I wrote about how I split into to people, and pretend to be someone else, and have conversations with myself. It's kind of like that. I imagine I'm the people in the movies/stories/whatever the hell I'm paying attention to. My eyes were litteraly tearing up from the frustration Mr Incredible must feel. Yeah... lmao, it just showed the part about where that designer lady is reminding "bob" of "cape" mishaps. Fuckin' hillariously cringyness. Okay, the Incredibles just ended. Guess what. I got distracted throught he whole movie. Fuckin' TV. Sucks me in, and doesn't let go. I hate it soooo fucking much. k, well, I have no notes to write about today. (I write down notes throughout the week on what I want to write about) I'm sure I'll find something to write about as I'm explaining my day. "*gasp* He's gone mainstream! (aka, writing about the day) I'm going to stop reading right now!" Yes, that was a subliminal message to stop reading and watch TV. Fuckin' TV and it's subliminal comercials. This is going to be like a warmup thing for a singer. The "do rae ME FA SO LA TI DO"...Or however you spell those fucked up things. After the "do rae fuck me slow" thing, the singer then procedes to start screaming some incredibly emo lyrics, that no one minds, 'cause it's being fucking screamed! Boo-yeah! *pops in The Used* *sings along* "Kiiiiiilllll, smmiiiiiiiillee, cut it out for me this time!" Weee. After long moments of thought, and consulting my imaginary personality of a guy who got on the ski lift with me, I have concluded, that I am probably just make the story of my day seem really really long. By making it boring. I am going to do this because it is a lot easier than coming up with something interesting to write about in the middle of the night. Okay, today was a ski trip with my homeschool group. Up here in Canada, March break (A week off from school, for those who don't live here. Similar to March Break...I think...I don't know. This is what happens when you're homeschooled all your life...) just ended, so of course, today everyone has to be in school. Which means us homeschoolers only have to share the hill with old people, and other homeschool groups. w00tage. Okay, let's being my story, which I have already started. But first. Let me take you back. Back to a time when I had 6 litres of pop in me. Back to a time when sleep was nothing more than a nagging "if you don't sleep, you're going to fucking die dude" thought, inserted into my brain by Val. That's right. Saturday night. Saturday night, I decided I didn't want to sleep. Therefore I didn't. I then proceeded to go to church, with my calculus, and get mocked by this one kid. Oh! I can't believe I didn't write this last entrry...Or the entry before that...Whatever. Last sunday, I bussed to church, right. And I went with my friend, Andrea, and her family. Her little sister Crystal kept talking and talking and talking, from 8:30am when I got on the bus, 'till 6:00pm when I left their house after fixing their computer. Holy fuck man...If that's what having a kid is like... Ahaha, I put up with Crystal for 9.5 hours, and Deanna wasn't even at church. -_- Grrr. Today she told me a lot of stories about how fun it was at Jessie's cottage though. "Yeah, while you were off smiling and nodding at Crystal, I was crashing snowmobiles into trees!"...But I'm getting ahead of myself. Well, techincialy I'm telling a story of today, so I'm not getting ahead, but whatever. That week I also brought a tape player walkman (Old school babeh! Fuck the ipod!) and wore that t-shirt "I hack, Ban me." that my mom spazed out at, and told me not to wear in public. I didn't wear it on purpose, I simply hadn't done the laundry, so I had no other shirt. (This was when my parents ditched me to Cuba) So this kid is running around telling everyone (Even the pastor) 'Look! He even wears a SHIRT about the computer!" (This kid is obsesed with pointing out how nerdy I am) The pastor is just like "Yeah, well, that means he's smart." OH-HO! YOU GOT TOLD LITTLE BOY! XD Hehe, I got asked by 4 different people what it means. Oh, and I swear I got a dirty look from this one lady. k, let me just clear up something about hackers. (Not the gamer hackers. I mean ACTUAL hackers.) Hackers = Programmers. Hackers also = People who illigaly access a database. Crackers = Hackers who access databases and stuff, then FUCK IT ALL UP! Or steal, or something. Basicaly, "crackers" are the general public's idea of "hackers". The big evil hackers. Hackers are good. Hackers access databases and stuff for information, or, just to see if it can be done. Hackers find security holes, and usualy FIX THEM. You get FAR MORE RESPECT if you hack into a database, leave your little signature, and just leave everything else alone. I've had every single server I've ever owned hacked. Almost every time, nothing was touched, except the index page. It was just a little thing like "owned by *name*" in an html tag at the bottom of the page or something. Something little that no one notices. I have so much more respect for those guys than I do for the two times someone just completely fucked over the server/sql database. The hacker guys were cool. Made me loose some sleep, and made me paranoid, but they're so much cooler than crackers. Most crackers are like, rebels without a cause. Fuckin' anarchist fucktards who just fight the goverment for no fucking reason. Crackers come in, fuck up the database, for no reason. (Unless Dani did it. She seems hateful enough to do that. AHAHA, right. Dani...Hacking...Right.) I told you this would be long and boring. Fortunatly for you, I have lost my space in the entry, and my eyes are currently closing, 'cause I['m so fucking tired, so I can't read up to see where I was. If you see typos, it's 'cause my eyes are shut. Okay, usualy, on ski days, I just pull an all nighter, rather than wake up at 6 to drive on up to Barry (Barry = city) Well, Satruday was my all nighter night. So fuck that idea. Guess what. I went to bed at NINE! Holy fuck eh. So then I was able to get up at 6 no problem. *fast forwards until I had gotten my blue stripe* Okay, at Snow Valley (I shall refer to it as SV from now on.) the way it works, is, like most other mountains, each run has a rating. Black diamond, etc. There are two stripes you can get, green, and blue. Blue is for the leet, green is for the n00bs. Blue will get you anywhere, green will get you on anything smaller than a black diamond. You must go down a hill, and carve aruond some pylons and stop at the bottom to get your blue stripe. So I go down...Simple. Deanna goes down, and her ski messes up, so she misses one of them. So she goes back in the lodge to change her skis (they were rented. Aparently they weren't waxed, or something) Then she walks back up the hill (You have to walk up the hill..Takes like 10 flippin' minutes) and she aces the stripe test easily. This whole time I'm sitting there on my snowboard waiting for her. (Like half an hour. Doesn't my day sound exciting already? =D) So she gets to the bottom of the stripe hill. "k, I'm gonna go look for my sisters. They abandoned me." (She's got two little sisters.) so I'm like "Oh, can I come too?" She kind of looked at me like I was stupid for a second. "Of course." "w00t!" "nerd." Yes. I say w00t in real life. It's a very high pitched...Uh..."w00t" sound. All my "exclamations" are very high-pitched. Like: "Here, haev a cookie." "Yay!". It's like...Not even girly, it's so high. Blah. Makes people laugh though. So anyway, we get on the chair lift to go look for her sisters on the hills (Dunno if you've ever tried, but that never works. But it's a good excuse to go down a hill, rather than sit around and wait) Weee, no one else is on the lift chair. I think I wrote about this before, but the reason I don't talk much, is because there's other people around. One on one, I'll talk to someone if I want to. If there's someone else there, that other person is most likely going to be talking. And...I dunno...I just can't join in a conversation. And there's ALWAYS someone talking to Deanna. Blah. So anyway, Deanna's telling me all about her week at Jessie's cottage. "Oh yeah, we had snowmobile races, etc etc, I hit a tree, so on, so forth, ran people over..." Weee. Stories seem specialer when theyre being told to you, instead of sitting there listening to her tell someone else the story. Okay, let me just stop here to tell you something you don't want to know. I sat on the toilet and wrote down everything I remembered about today, this evening. Do you know how creepy it feels to be sititng on the toilet and write the word "Deanna"? And there's like two pages of double sided notes here. I'd better burn these. Man, if anyone found them...They'd advise Deanna to get a restraining order. "Look at all these notes and diary entries! Did you know he noticed this, this, and this about you?" Well gee, if people would start stabing me with their knives, I would have something to concentrate on, other than Deanna. Or maybe if I got kidnaped and raped, I'd have something else to write about. Or maybe if more people understood how computers worked, I could...Well, I couldn't do much then. But still...Computer = obsesion of my life. Deanna = obsesion of whatever life the computer doesn't take away from me. Bored yet? I am. I'm gonna go to bed, and tell you alllll about my day tomorow. (Pfft, right) *couple hours later* Duuuuude. Last night was...Depresing. I was having a conversatoin with myself after I closed this txt file (Remember about how I have conversations with myself from the last entry? Probably not.) about how in the summer, sometimes I couldn't bring my computer up to the cottage, and I got so depresed, I just sat in the basement staring at the wall for the entire day. I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't sleep, I'd just...Sit there for a day or two. I'd move to change a CD or to cut out of boredom, but that's it. Just thinking about not having the computer for a week, made me depresed last night. Therefore, I need therapy. But man, looking back at it all, it was so much nicer than my life is now. In the summer, I just sat there, and thought...and thought...and talked to myself...For flippin' days. I barely communicated with anyone. ("Come eat Robbie." my mom would say. "I already did" I would lie. Then she'd leave me alone.) And now compare that, to my constant frustration with code now. Ah the simple days of thinking. I love thinking. Just sitting there and thinking. That's why I write these things. I just sit and think about stuff, and as I write it out, I think of more stuff to think about. It was okay for me to do that, 'cause it was summer, and I didn't have my computer. Therefore, I had no responsibilities. If I did that now, I'd end up sucking on a 12-guage for wasting so much time thinking. I hate wasting time. Back to my story. The chairlift thing was pretty much the highlight of the day. Anyway, when we got to the top, this guy that likes her...I forget his name (Ever hear the myth that guys arn't very observant?) I think his name is Jonathan. Even if it's not, I'm going to call him that for the rest of the entry. So anyway, he joins us, (Random stalkers join us throughout the day. Every time someone joins, she looks at me like "Noooo, make them go away". But like I said...Somewhere in one of my entires...I can't do anything about it.) I'm really paranoid about EVERYTHING I DO, and what it will lead people to think. I do everything I possibly can to not get noticed. If I dont' get noticed, I won't seem like...Like...I dunno, a show off or something. Here's an example; This Jonathan kid has been snowboarding for 5 years. I've been snowboarding for about the same ammount of time. Give or take a few years. So he starts off down the hill. Now, I know that if I go down, I'll probably pass him or something. And that makes me feel like I'm trying to do better than him. Like a competition. (This is my diary. I can make myself seem as silly as I want to.) I hate winning competitions. Like I said, it makes me feel like a show off. I'm very repetitive. The point of this paragraph is that the Jonathan kid came up on the lifts with us for a few runs. Then Deanna was like "Okay, I'm going to see if Jessie (friend) got her blue stripe yet", and she gave me that...Look thingy...Like "Keep him distracted, while I sneak away". =P "Okay, we'll just stay over on this lift." (There's different skilifts that lead to different sections of the mountain. (I'm just explaining this stuff for people like Jen who have never seen snow, much less gone skiing)) So then she went off down the hill that leads to the central ski lift, and me and Jonathan went down a different hill. That felt cool. I helped someone. Yay. =) "Sure, you go on to the lodge...Alone...Without us...*turns to the guy* Don't follow her. *glare*" Anyway, after a run or two, he ditched me to go find his dad, and I went back to the lodge to take off my coat. (It was flippin' -3 man! So fuckin' warm) Speaking of seductivly taking of my clothing, Matt just messaged me, and wants me to come over for geek night. *24 hours later* Okay, so last night, I went to Matt's house with my computer, and stuff. (Gonna put my story of my day (Which isn't even THIS day anymore) on hold...Again...Here's a new story.) I walk in to his room holding my computer. "Hi Matt! *waves both hands* HOLY SHIT DAMNIT MOTHERFUCKER" Yup, I droped my computer. On my toe. Well, not really. I dropped the side panel of my computer. I never have screws in that panel, 'cause I'm always taking it off to do something or other to the computer's guts. So when I'm carring it, I just hold it from sliding off, with my finger. Well, my finger slipped. And my case if heavy. And it fell of my toe. I'm like "Ouch. *hop on one foot*" and Matt's sitting there laughing. So I set my computer down, and put the side back on my computer. Then my toe is still throbing, so I look down, and there's blood on my sock. Weee, I wet my pants right there. Blood...*drool*. Then I started to get worried, so I took off my sock. "Oh look, my toenail." Yup. My toenail popped right off. Like, it hit right at the back of the nail, and shot it right off my toe. I had always thought losing a nail would hurt more. Heh. So Matt's like "Eww...Stop poking it...Stop making the blood drip on my floor...Stop drawing pictures with it on my wall.." So we put cotton on it, and put a bandaid on it. We then proceeded to uber-geek it up. I got so fucking far with the coding for the member system of our site. It's gonna kick ass. Because I made it. Yup. We got so far with our planning of it, and...And...Yeah. The site won't apply to any of my readers here though, so I'm not going to go into all we did. Anyway, I slept with the cotton and bandaid on my toe. Then in the morning, Matt always smacks me with his pillow until I actualy get out of bed. So I curl up to protect myself. Guess what got hit. So that got me out of bed. After an hour of geekin' it up again, we couldn't stand it anymore, and just HAD to look at my toe. So we go in the bathroom to get ready to soak the toe, and stuff. So I go to take it off. "I just realized, the cotton has probably really grown to like my toe, and may be pretty hard to seperate the two." Of course I'm right. Holy fuck it hurt. Even after soaking the toe and cotton for a while, I eventualy had to pump myself full of novocain, and slowly pull the cotton appart from the skin...Minus the novocain part. "Wee, it's still bleeding! =)" So I played around with clensing alchohal and stuff. (Didn't burn as much as rubbing alchohal would have. But it was bubbling. So that was creepy. But it was cool, 'cause I knew it was killing the germs. Yup.) And that is why you should give me a Hecate II. Anyway, then, we went back to Matt's room and took pictures! Man, it looks so much cleaner in the pictures. *shrugs* 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Then I decided to play DDR. Have you ever seen Kung Pow? Remember the part where the guy is like "You'd better listen to him, or he'll cut off your big toe!" then he walks away, and you see him walking, and there's blood squirting out of his toe? Now imagine that guy stompin' to tha beat. I wish we had taken a pic of my bloody foot. It was so fuckin' awesome. Matt wasn't too happy about the blood on his pad, but it all came off okay. So the blood is pretty kickass. Now, back to the boring part: After suductivly removing my coat in front of the ski lodge staff and being showered with roses, I headed back out, and went back to the hill I said I'd meet Deanna at when she left to find Jessie. She wasn't at the top of the hill right away, so I started down the run that was directly under the chair lift. As I was going down, I hear "Robbiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" in a really high-pitched voice. Now, normaly, when you're flying down a hill, the last thing you want to do is look up when someone yells "Hi!" or something from the chairlift, because...Well, it's pretty self explanitory. Fuckin' people who do that...Grrr. Anyway, normaly I wouldn't stop, but the voice sounded like Julia, Deanna's youngest sister. So I stop and look up, and Julia's waving franticaly, Carina (1, Carina's Deanna's other sister, 2, I don't know if I spelt Carina right) is yelling "We'll meet you at the bottom", Deanna is rolling her eyes, and pointing to Julia like "Sorry for making you stop, it's all Julia's fault...Make her shut up!" and Jessie is sitting there laughing. And of course, I'm sitting there on my knees, yelling "okay"...The perfect target for random people to throw snowballs at from the chair lift. Bastards. So I met them at the bottom. Aparently, there were others in the group that got on a few chairs ahead. So the group was: -Deanna -Julia -Carina -Jessie -Daniel (Not the one that likes Deanna...I don't think he does anyway...) -Jermiah -Leah (The girl who thinks my obsession with blood is creepy) -Me (The only snowboarder in the group. Everyone else was skiing or snowblading.) I just want to say, that step-in bindings suck. I hate them so fucking much. My board is too small for me now. And I only went snowboarding twice this year (*sniffle*) so I didn't bother buying a new board. So I rented both times. Fuckin' step-ins. Strap-ins are so much better. They're not even good for stepping into your board quickly. You always miss or something. Just...Just...Fuck. If I had a dollar for every time I muttered "Piece of shit mother fucker." every time my attempt to step into the bindings, I'd be able to afford a Hecate II. So anyway, we went up and down a couple runs. I always on the last chair up. (You can only fit a certain amount of people on a lift chair each time, depending on the lift. The biggest lift could fit 5.) Half the time I got ditched and had to sit with random people. Once I got stuck with these two really talkitive guys. About my age. Typical kids my age. Ask me fucked up questions. Make fun of my shirt. (I wore that "I hack, Ban me" t-shirt) etc. I actualy ran into them a couple more times. More mocking. =P I also go stuck with an old ski patrol guy. I brought down the bar (The ski lift seat comes and scoops you up, then you pull down a bar, like on a roller coast, so you don't fall off) and accidently hit the guy in the head. So he made me lean forward, and he lifted the bar, and gave me a black eye. Nah, I'm kidding about that last part. He said I deserved that though. The guy was cool...Sort of. "So, you homeschooled?" "Yeah." "Here in Barrie?" (Barrie is the city with the mountain.) "Nah, Mississagua." "Holy crap, you go all the way down to Mississagua for schooling?!" "lol, no, I live there." (Remember I said 'he's cool...sort of') "What?! You no one lives in Mississagua." "I do." "Well, no one lives there and likes it." "lol, I do." "Odd little boy arn't ya'? Have you lived there all your life?" "Yup." *30 seconds later* "So I guess you don't know any better eh?" "lol, I guess not." That's right. I said "lol". Not really. But that's exactly how I talk on msn. So if you talk to me on MSN, and that's all I say, then, you should know that that's exactly how I am in real life. I don't talk, just nod, and laugh, with the occasional "cool". Speaking of conversations on ski lifts; remember how I build personalities for people, and have conversations with 'them' (aka, me)? If I'm alone on a chair, with someone else, and they don't start up a conversation, I'll make up a conversation. Like this one guy, by the end of the lift ride, I was like "What a pervert". Even though he had never said a word..He hadn't even looked at me. I had just had such an...Odd conversation with him. I suppose that would make me the pervert, since I controled his responses...But whatever. While we're on the topic of random stuff that isn't relavant to the story, I just want to say, that the Takahashis were there. The Takahashis are this kick-ass family that I havn't seen in like, 3 years. They were so cool. I alwayrs remembered them as "the gun kids" or something like that. They taught me so much about guns and stuff. We'd run around their farm with their plastic tommy guns, m16, mac 10s, and whatever the hell else they had. Man they were cool. For some odd reason, when I was younger, all the kids I thought were really cool, ended up knowing my name, and saying "hi" and stuff. I'd be like "=O Uhh, hi. =)". Matt was like that. Now he's like, my best friend. WIthout him, I'd probably still be a school nerd, and he'd still be some cool kid. Now we've sort of pushed each other more and more into computers, so now we're both geeks, good at what we do. I code, he does graphics. Kick-ass team. We could litteraly make money off our knowledge. We could make sites for buisnesses and stuff. We're actualy doing that...Sort of. Some highschools have a "co-op" thing. What you do, is you go to work at a place, and that'll give you a credit. So for example, if you want to be an accountant, you can go work at an accounting office, or something. They don't pay you, but you get a high school credit. That's an awesome oppertunity for the buisness eh? So anyway, this electric company needs a new site. I'm like "Oh, pfft, I can do that no problem." Except that: 1) I'd need Matt to design the site. He wouldn't mind. 2) You must be in grade 11+, you must have a credit in computer science (Hey, I'm almost done it) And...Something else I think. I forget. So anyway, Matt's got all that. "MATT! GO OFFER TO DO THE CO-OP THING!" So he applies for it, and he gets the job! =) (Turns out he was the only one who applied, but I'm pretty sure he would have gotten the job anyway) So he's going to design the site, then I gotta make the whole easy update system to work for their site. Fairly simple stuff. However Scott and I are the only ones I can think of at the moment who would be able to code that system. Aparently Matt can't do it. So that's where I come in. =) This is so awesome, we're actualy working as a team, and we get a reward! Well, Matt does. He gets a credit. However, he paid for a lot of my stuff (Hey, he has a job...I only sort of do.) so this is just pay back for it I guess. =) He actualy wanted us to be paying for each other so much, that we forget how much we owe each other, and our money is like...Both of ours. And it's gotten to that point. ^_^ Sort of. I know he's paid for more stuff than me. But I don't know by how much. Whatever. Back to story. Basicaly we just skied, with nothing special happening, 'till 12:30. Then everyone but me went into the lodge to eat. I don't like eating on ski days. So I just hung out alone for a while. (This was when I had the 'conversatoin' with that 'pervert') After a while, I got bored, so I went in to check on how they're all doing. I just walked upstairs, and glanced in to the room where everyone was. They seemed fine. No one was choking at that particular moment. So I walked back out. On the way back out, I ran into the Daniel that likes Deanna. (Not the one who was in the 'group') He was like "So, I guess you've been hanging out with Deanna today eh?" (He, like pretty much everyone else in our homeschool group, doesn't know about me and Deanna...So this kind of surprised me.) "Uhh, yeah." "Heh. I've been trying to get her to like me for almost a year now. I don't think it's working." At this point I was like...Like...I dunno, just surprised. "Heh." "Yeah...I think I'll just give up." Now, I had no idea what to say. Should I go "Damn right you'd better give up, you bastard!", or should I go "Aw...Don't worry, you'll get her if you keep trying." (Remember, this guy doesn't know about me and Deanna. And if Deanna hasn't told him about us, I should act like we arn't together.) "Heh." Yup. I've been described as the strong silent type. (Pffft.) So that was cool. *checks that off list of mentionable points of the day* But yeah...At least the guy talks with Deanna. (Even if she's like I am when she's around him..."Heh"..."yup"..."interesting"...Not really paying attention..Except that I do pay attention. I just haev nothing to say.) I barely talk to her in real life. (The only person I really talk to in real life is Matt, and even then it's mostly just "Hey, send me that file" "Okay"...But c'mon, I should at least talk to HER, even if I can't talk to anyone else.) That's why I'm making such a big deal about when Deanna gets back to work...'cause then she's got...Dun da dun...MSN! w00t! At least there I can actualy talk without messing up. Like, if I'm talking in real life, and I try to make a saracastic remark, or something, I always mess it up. It would kick ass on MSN, but I just can't talk in real life. Therefore, I dont' talk. You people who read my diary know more about me than she does. (Just barely) and I don't even talk about my life (much) on here! (Except for this entry) Man...Grrr. HOWEVER, things may get back to the way they were exactly one year ago today. I will explain why I'll be walkin' on rainbows later on in this entry. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Oh, I should probably explain. On the day after skiing last year (The ski trips for the homeschool group are always on the same days) Jessie logs on to MSN "omg, my parents are going all through my chat logs with you and stuff! And they called Deanna's parents and they're going through your stuff, etc". Then by Thursday (It's 1:30am thusday morning right now) I was deemed a bad influence, and both Jessie and Deanna were banned from MSN. motherfuckersonofabitchdamnitpieceofshit. However, there is hope in the very near future! (For Deanna anyway) I'll move on with the story, so you can see why. (If it's not painfuly obvious yet) Anyway, after lunch, the 'group' came out, and Jessie gave me a Hershies cookie chocolate bar thingy. Aparently Carina had bought it, and sat on it. So she gave it to Deanna. Then Deanna gave it to Jessie. Then Jessie gave it to me (aparently no one else wanted it...I have no idea why) I was like "w00t!" in my highpitched little cheer voice. Then we went up a hill, and at the top, we were deciding on a choice for hills. Now, most of the times before, I had just sat there off to the side waiting for them to decide what hill they want to go down. Then if they'd choose a hill that wasn't a black diamond or some other unfun hill, I'd be like "Okay, meet you guys at the bottom." and go down some hill I found fun. Sometimes Deanna would come alone too. So anyway, at the top of the first hill after lunch, Jessie was like "I'll give you a cookie if you come down the hill with the GROUP." And that is the point of this paragraph. Jessie said she would give me a cookie! Back in...Like...January, or something, I had told some little kid to stop attacking me at skating, and to go cling to Deanna or something. So he did. And Jessie got all pissed about it, and said she would never give me a cookie again. (She probably doesn't remember any of this. But the thought of not getting a cookie from her (She'd make sure none of her friends gave me a cookie either. Including Deanna) ever again, made me cry for weeks. Not really, but still. I was like "aww", and it was engraved in my memory for infinity times infinity. So w00t, I might be getting cookies again! =O I just relized that Val, Matt, and I need to plan a meeting so she can make me DOZENS AND DOZENS of cookies! Last time we met, she made me and Matt a couple dozen cookie each! *drools* And Val's cookies kick ass. They're much better than Mike's cookies. Not that he would make me any anyway. Stupid Mike. Val > Mike Yup. Give me cookies, me love you long time. Val also > Mike, because she actualy reads my whole entries. Unlike Mike. Which leads me to a realization...The only kind of people who actualy read my diary are people who like men. A straight guy has never finnished reading my entires. Which is kind of scary. What is it about my entries that attracts man lovers? It's just really weird. Anyway, I'm starting to get tired. And Jen is getting really impatient with me. So, I'd better wrap this story up quick so I can post this entry, and sleep. *Through a dramatic plot twist, the story finds me, alone with a little boy on a chair lift (That was meant to sound perverted) with Deanna (with other people) on the chair in front of us.* kid: "Are you with the Brampton homeschool group?" Me: "Nope, Mississagua." "Oh." "Yeah." *silence* "Hey, do you know that girl with the red coat in front of us?" "Yeah." "Her name's Dianne right?" "Deanna." "Right." *silence* "I know her from somewhere...I can't remember where though..." So the kid tells me all this stuff he knows about Deanna. Then we get off the lift, and the 'group' is standing together at the top, waiting for me. So I go up to Deanna; "That kid over there knows you." So she looks. "Holy crap, it's that kid! He comes up to me all the time and knows all this stuff about me, and I dont' even know his name!" So Jessie yells "Hey kid who knows Deanna! Come here!" So the kid comes over. "Who are you? And how do you know Deanna?" I don't really know all that happened in the conversation...I was too busy feeling sorry for the poor kid...Jessie can be very scary. In the end, I don't think we learned anything about the kid. Didn't even learn his name. (He some how managed to avoid the questions about himself) So anyways, a few runs later, we're all in line, and it was all set up perfectly with just me and Deanna to be alone, without having someone else talking to her, and out of no where, the kid is beside us in the line to get on the chair lift. "Can I ride with you guys?" I was like "AAIIIEEEE! I'MMA THROTLE YOU!" So Deanna says (Ignoring the fact that my hair has caught fire, my face has turned read, my hands are white-knuckled fists, and everything behind me has some how turned into a blazing inferno) "Well, it's up to him" (refering to me) She then proceeded to give me that "Nooo, make him go away" look. She knows I can't say no. But she does it anyway. So I give her that look, with a little shrug, that says "I can't say no". So he ended up coming. Fortunatly, about half way up the hill, he shut up for a few seconds. Weee, I get to talk now! The kid seemed like he knew he was a "guest" on "our" chair, and that he shouldn't interupt...Because we're bigger than him, and we can throw him off the chair if he interupts me. "Do you think you'll be doing AMDEC next year?" "I don't know. Maybe." *silence* "My parents are thinking of getting a net nanny thing for the computer, and letting me use it again. It's so stupid." Holy crap. If I could talk properly (Remeber how I said I rely on MSN to communicate, since I can't talk) I would rant on and on about how fucked up those things are. They frustrate me to tears. I had one for like a year on my computer a year or two ago. Before I had my own computer. I kept finding all these ways around it, but after a few weeks my dad would be like "Why isn't it sending the logs to my e-mail?". I was like "No clue." FUCK YOU CYBER SITTER! FUCKING DIE MOTHER FUCKER PIECE OF SHIT DAMNIT FUCK YOU BITCH DIE It's fairly simple to dissable the fuckers/get around them (Most of them just read your packets as they are recieved. Just build/get a program that'll read the packets BEFORE the monitoring program does) It's actualy quite fun. Except for the fucking logs. I'm sure if I was forced to find ways around it now, with all the knowledge I have now, I could easily just build a system to get around cyber sitter, have it send fake logs to my dad's e-mail, etc. Gotta love knowing how stuff works. So anyway, back to the conversation: "My parents are thinking of getting a net nany thing for the computer, and letting me use it again. It's so stupid." "Holy crap, I hate those things soooo much." "Yeah. I might not have to have that though, 'cause my brother (She's got 3 older brothers ranging from 21-29) gave me some crappy computer that I can use. He took away the monitor and keyboard though." HOLY FUCK! I WAS GETTING READY TO JUST BUY HER A WHOLE FUCKIN' COMPUTER, IF IT MEANT SHE WOULD BE ABLE TO BE ONLINE WHENEVER SHE WANTS! "I'll buy you that stuff, it's pretty cheap." "Nah, I can probably just get my brother to get me some old one or something." *barely able to conceal my excitement that she might actualy be able to come online soon* "That works too." HOLY FUCK! *squeals* I just wet my pants. ^_^ And the rest of the day isnt' all that important. There was an awkward part with Jessie's dad...That was scary...(Why do people's parents hate me? T_T) Other than that, nothing really important that you would want to hear about. I mean, it's bad enough that I bored you with the 'exciting' parts of my day..There is no way I'm going to stoop to writing about the 'boring' parts. In conclusion, I have a slight obsession with Deanna, and I'm missing a toenail. Now, I have found a few quizes to fill out, so I'll put those on here. But before I do that, I just want to say, that people suck. Em canceled her party becase: "People suck". aka, not enough people were coming. =P So yeah, you didn't miss much Val. =P People also suck, in that they haev too much respect for dead bodies. Why the fuck don't they make everyone an organ doner. Do you know how many lives you could save if you could just take a heart from any dead person with the same blood type, etc, and send it off to someone? Have you ever seen that one movie, with Denzel Washington, where he's a father, and he goes into the hospital with a gun, and demands a heart,etc. And in the end, he ends up on an operating table with the gun to his head, ready to give his heart to his kid? (Not gonna spoil the ending) That wouldn't have happened if you didn't have to fill out an organ doner thing before you die. It's a dead fucking body. It's pointless to leave it as it is. It should be taken apart, and the pieces given away. When I die, I don't give a fuck about what's going to happen to my body. I want them to rip out my organs, give them to some random person who needs them, and toss my body into a circle of gays. And then there's cremations. Those are even more fucking stupid. I can undrestand that your family would want your body preserved, and not defiled and stuff, therefore, they don't let them cut you up, and take your vitals. But if you're just going to burn the fucking body..Why burn something so important as a liver, or a pancreas? What a fucking waste. Oh! Oh! New plan for my body! (Since I don't support being gay) I want anything important to be removed from me, then whatever meat is left, I want chopped up, cooked, and sent over to some third world country. Then my bones would be...I dunno, ground up, and sold as cheap chalk or something. I dunno. I just don't want my body to go to waste. And that was my little complaint for this entry. Everyone seems to like it when I do that sort of stuff. So there it is. The only thing worthy or reading in this patheticly obsessive entry. k, before the quizes, look at this convo with Scott. He wants a logo for sitD:

CfCFirestormX: You could just make like, a circle with "sitD" in cool glowing text on it or something. It'll look crappy at first, but people will grow to respect it's utter simplicity. decyphex: its* decyphex: learn the apostraphe, boy decyphex: it will take you far. decyphex: and no! decyphex: i need something that looks fantastic decyphex: because i want to make shirts :] CfCFirestormX: lmao decyphex: i don't want to look retarded in my sd shirt decyphex: "hell no, that's not my website!" CfCFirestormX: rofl decyphex: "i found this at a garage sale cause i'm emo!" decyphex: no no.. let's avoid that

Slightly edited. k, anyway, on to the quizes that no one cares about: Taken from Livi:

A - Act your age? Not really. B - Born on what day of the week? I don't know. C - Chore you hate? I dunno...I don't have to do chores very often, so it doesn't really get anoying when I do have to do a chore. D - Dad's name? Rod. E - Essential makeup item? Ummm....Lipstick? I don't know. That's the only makeup item I know the name of. F - Favorite actor? X G - Gold or silver? Silver H - Hometown? Mississagua I - Instruments you play? Piano, recorder, harmonica...I think that's it. They all suck. J - Job title? Student. K - Kids? Depends if my wife would mind if they end up on the ground outside the second floor windw. L - Living arrangements? My parent's basement. M - Mom's name? Debbie N - Number of people you've slept with? None. O - Overnight hospital stays? None. =( P - Phobia? Tons. Q - Quote you like? If you buy me a Hecate II I'll be happy like a faggot in jail. R - Religion? Non-denomination Christian S - Siblings? 3 brothers T - Time you wake up? Whenever my mom wakes me up. U - Unique habit? There's billions of people in the world. I doubt anything I do is unique. V - Vegetable you refuse to eat? I can't refuse to eat anything. I don't like any of them, but I have to eat them anyway. W - Worst habit? Talking. (My talking is fucked up) X - X-rays you've had? None Y - Yummy food you make? Ramen. I sort of make that. Z - Zodiac Sign? No fucking clue. ----------------------------------------------------------- last cigarette: Did you know cigarettes can give you cancer? I'll betcha didn't know that. Check it out. last car ride: Today last kiss: Does it count if you were making out with your keyboard? last library book checked out: Some Tom Clancy book back in the summer. last movie seen: The Incredibles. last book read: SAMS Teach Yourself PHP4 in 24 Hours.pdf last cuss word uttered: Ummm...I dunno...'Fuck'? last beverage drank: Cream Soda. I'm getting so sick of this stuff. My PLAQUE is fucking pink, man. I've pumped litres and litres of this stuff into me to keep me awake. last food consumed: Cereal motha fucka. last crush: If by "crush" you mean "Wish to fly", then yesterday. last phone call: Matt. last tv show watched: TV = fucking waste of time. last time showered: I havn't showered in two days. I feel so fucking gungy. last shoes worn: Some point zero shoes that I've had for 4 years. I only have one pair. Weee. last cd played: omg, my F: drive is still fucked, so I'm living off mix cds I made earlier. last item bought: Chocolate stuff to give to Deanna on Easter. last downloaded: Some Evanescence song I some how missed before last annoyance: Oh wow... last disappointment: I dunno...When that kid got on the ski lift with me and Deanna. Wasn't that big of a dissapointment since I got to talk about half way up, but yeah... last thing written: Take a wild guess. last key used: ctrl+alt+delete mother fucker. last words spoken: "fuck" last sleep: *shifty eyes* last IM: Scott. last sexual fantasy: Pfft, do you think I'm a pervert or something? *hides bloody nose* last time amused: It really doesn't take much to amuse me. last time wanting to die: I'm sure we all get flashes of this feeling for a few seconds a LOT. last time in love: Two days ago...Before my love fell apart and destroyed my toe. last time hugged: Some time last year by my aunt. last time scolded: Havn't been scolded in a loooong time. last lipstick used: This clear white stuff, known as "chap stick". It's cool, 'cause it's good for dry lips, and I can use it to moisterize my lips, and no one will notice I'm wearing lipstick! It's truely amazing. last underwear worn: Pervert. Spidey boxers last bra worn: o0o0o, interested in my man boobs too now ya' perv? last time dancing: Today. DDR. Bloody foot. Fuck yeah. last time crying: Pfft, cry.

Acording to http://www.fuali.com/: I am 71% Internet Addict. I am 42% Evil Genius. I am 73% Geek. (what-the-fuck son-of-bitch mother fucker?) Taken from Brooke:

If I were a stone, I would be: Gravel If I were a tree, I would be a: Maple Tree. Weeee. If I were a bird, I would be a: PENGUIN MOTHA FUCKA! If I were a machine, I would be a: Computer. If I were a tool, I would be a: Screw driver. Beware the techies with screwdrivers. If I were a flower/plant, I would be a: Rose. People pick me up and cover me in blood. *drools* If I were a kind of weather, Snow storm. If I were a mythical creature, I would be a: No clue If I were a musical instrument, I would be a: Microphone If I were a color, I would be: White If I were an emotion, I would be: dull and blank. If I were a vegetable, I would be a: Ew. If I were a sound, I would be: Awkward silence. If I were an element, I would be: Fire...For no particular reason. If I were a car, I would be: a Nissan Acura. If I were a song, I would be: I dunno. If I were a movie, I would be: *shrugs* If I were a food, I would be: Rice! If I were a place, I would be a: Iceburg. If I were a material, I would be: Smooth inprint of a symbol on a rough case of a calculator. If I were a taste, I would be: Water. If I were a scent, I would be: No clue. If I were a word, I would be: Obsessive. If I were an object, I would be a: A box. If I were a body part I would be: Hand. If I were a facial expression I would be: '-_-' If I were a subject in school I would be: Psychology If I were a cartoon character I would be: I'd be Naruto! lmao...No. Maybe more like Hinata. If I were a shape I would be a: Square. If I were a number I would be: x If I were a month I would be: January...When they have to finish the clean up Time's square. If I were a day of the week I'd be: Monday. If I were a time of day I'd be: 4am. If I were a part of the solar system I would be: Let's see, there's stars, astroids/commets, and planets. Astroid i guess. If I were a direction I would be: North. If I were a piece of furniture I'd be a: Bed. If I were a historical figure I would be: Linus Torvalds If I were a liquid I would be: Water?

Your Brain is 40.00% Female, 60.00% Male

You have a total boy brain Logical and detailed, you tend to look at the facts And while your emotions do sway you sometimes... You never like to get feelings too involved

Shut up Mike. k, done quizes. o0o0o, check this out: on Nakusama (a forum) they have a place where you can have marriage and adoption stuff. They also have a topic entitled "Funny..mean...and pointless things to do when your bored...." I wrote:

Oh! I got this one from uber leeto. If you really don't like someone, anonymously send their ISP a letter, claiming to be one of those random companies who works for the RIAA, and claim that you caught this person downloading/shareing a list of files. Then, about a month later, do it again, except claim to be froem a different company. And so on, until the person's ISP has cut that person off. And the person's ISP WILL cut off the person's internet. They'll believe just about everyting. Or, if you're really brave, you can get a goverment badge, then go into the acutal ISP building, flash your badge and a warrant, then go "Here, instal this software bitch." (btw, the software is stuff that'll read a person's incoming packets.) You'll be able to read the person's e-mail, see what sites they visit, etc. Of course you can just develop some spyware, but that wouldn't be as gutsy. ...I'm not a geek.

Then my "wife" (Hey, I'm not a loser, nor a cheating fucktard, she asked me. =P) says:

Of course you aren't sweetie... you're worse than that.

Weeee. Yeah.... She also said "i luv u FSX". Okay, that's that. Happy Jen, Livi, Alanna, and whoever else wanted me to update? 10 more days 'till Val's 19th birthday. 11 more days 'till Deanna gets back to work. I think so anyway. Ohhhhh, and don't forget about her computer! I want to go and set up her computer. Set up all the security, and all that. That'd kick so much ass it'd hurt. Weee. Yup.