Words: Only 6.7k! =O Average reading time (At 250 words/minute): 26 minutes Okay guys, I really REALLY hate to do this. But I'm not going to be writing in here for a while, 'cause I've got TONS of school to catch up on, and I just can't afford to spend 12 hours writing one of these things. So instead, I'm going to copy over my "highlights of 2004" entry, and also, uhh...Some random entry. I just picked them both out of random, so yeah, no particular reason I chose these two. Most of the time, I look back at my life, and go "ugh, I can't believe I was like that". And I'm like that with this diary too. Even if it was writen only a few months ago. Alanna, little white girl who knows more Japanese than me, Val, and Manda, MAY remember these entries. I highly doubt it though. k, before I put them in here, I just want to say a few things. (Naturaly) Firstly, this entry is called "Livi" because Livi wrote an entry with my name as the title. (I'd show you the entry, but it's in a private diary.) So now she has one named after her too. Congrats to Mike. I guess. Bastard. Click here to see why I can't believe he didn't wait 'till this summer! Gah! It would have been so cool, with missles, and everythign! I'll write about that stuff later. That's all the immidiate stuff I need to say right now. I've got a bunch more to write about when I actualy have time to sit down and write. Like blood as ink. Ink cartridges are fucking expensive. Blood is fucking free. I have proven that blood works just as well as ink (in below entry), and it's fucking free. Er, yeah...Enjoy. January 8, 2005

The big bang theory. What tard thought of that? Oh, yeah, a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, darth vader blew up a star with his death star, and that explosion created life. Seriously. It did. All those little exploded particle thingies formed our muscles, bones, brain, and the nerves that connected all our senses to that brain that was some how created, capable to register everything that was happening. There was some other uber-imposible stuff that it did too, but I need a few minutes to figure out HOW it actualy happened. And they wonder why kids say school teaches them useless things. I saw an awesome comercial, last year I think it was. It showed some kid sitting in the middle of his room lighting cherry bombs. Then naturaly, his parents wonder what's going on, so they open to door to his room and are like "O.O SON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" "Trying to make a little brother." Man, the look on the kids face when he says that is so...I don't know, but it was a damn cool comerical.

Okay ladies and germs. Today I'm going to remember all the highlights of last year! Well, the year started off just bad enough to be anoying. It got a hell of a lot better though. Table of contents: (Don't highlight it until after you've read the whole entry. Also, I'm kind of screwed if I ever change my background to anything but white. But meh, who would read this far back after I've changed the bgcolor. Or, if you're not in the mood to read an entry, just highlight it, and get the sumamry of my year.) -January. I got expeled from my online school. -Later in January. They let me back in, with a two week suspension. -Febuary. Deanna's friend pretty much forced me to ask Deanna out. (Not that I didn't want to, just that few people are good at asking people out ;)) -March. I got Deanna and another one of her friends banned from msn. -A few days after she got banned. Went to Em' AMDEC party. -April. I called Deanna for the first time (1. Phones are evil. 2. I was fucking terrified of calling her house, due to her parents. I'm even more scared now that they actualy hate me) to apoligize. -The summer. Not much happened. Just pretty much spent the summer in misery at my cottage. -Octoberish. Skating/Gym day started up again. So I was able to see Deanna three times a week (I saw her at church too. But i was at the cottage pretty much all fucking summer) Not that we talked much then... -Early December. Deanna had been baby sitting some little girl and her brother for a while. She gets the idea to come on msn at their house! I was so freakin' happy! (You may remember my friggin' long post on dec 7) -Late December. I went to T.O. with Matt, and met Val. January Well, I made a website back in December that had basic student information, what courses they were doing, etc. It also had the AMDEC (amdec is my online school) logo at the top, so they were pissed about that too. The principal said the school might sue me XD But the principal is effin' awesome. I really respect her. The school board wanted to expel me, and they did, but three days later The Hazardous one (Her last name is "Hazard", so yeah) had managed to convince them to just give me a 2 week suspension. So yeah, she pwns. In June, a bunch of the amdec students got together to get to meet each other, as well as their teachers (since it's all online, you don't get to actualy see each other, or anything) and the Hazardous one was talking with my mom, and my mom calls me over, and the Hazardous one was making all these jokes about me hiding from her and stuff. Yeah, she's cool. We have a new principal now (Mr. Ash) and he's pretty cool too. Oh! And the techies (It's an online school, techies keep the school running smoothly) remember me from "the incident"! I was talking to one a few weeks ago, and he's like "Oh, you're that kid who made that website arn't you?!" So yeah, geek pride kicked in! XD Febuary Ah Febuary. Gotta love the febuary chat logs. Okay, I'd known Deanna had liked me for like 5 months, and visa versa. Well, on Valentines day (I still friggin hate that day. I want to just sleep through it every year. Ewww, giving valentines to girls. =P But seriously, giving valentines suck.) Deanna slept over at he friend's house (Andrea). -- Actualy, it was the day before Valentines day, but it was past midnight, so yeah. -- Anyway, Andrea had been trying to get us together for like...a while. Well, she knew enough that I wouldn't have enough guts to ask Deanna out in real life, so she had devised a scheme specificaly for when Deanna slept over, and I was online. (Actualy, that's not true, I just think everything's a scheme) Anyway, while Deanna was off watching TV or something, Andrea convinced me to just say something cheesy, like "Will you be my Valentine" or something when Deanna got back on. So, when Deanna got back on, I actualy did it. (*gasp*) She said yes (*double gasp*) and we lived hapily ever after (My ass). So that's what *started* it. Then after that, other stuff happened, and yeah. Anyway, that's how it started. March Year started off like crap. (Getting expeled). Year got better. w00t right? Damn right w00t! I had a g/f! But for how long? Well, now I know that it's been about a year, but from march to December, I wasn't sure. k, epilogue. Or prologue. I'm not sure. Whichever one comes before chapter one: Deanna had introduced me to her friend, Jessie, over msn, back in like, October of 2003. Jessie was pretty cool, except that her music sucked. So naturaly, I had to fix that. Back near the begining of Febuary, I made her some cds, with like LP, simple plan, eminem, etc on it. (She was listening to Relient K and stuff, so I doubt she would like Static-X or anything. Just some standard mainstream stuff.) Well, she ended up liking Eminem so much, that she wanted me to make her a cd with nothing but Eminem on it (I made a bunch of mix cds to test which bands she liked) so I did. (I threw in some tupac at the end of the cd too) It had songs on it like "Kill you", "As the world turns", "Fight music" (D12), and other messed up stuff like that. Anyway, wouldn't ya' know it, her parents found her cds. Now that wouldn't get you banned from msn right? "omg, eminem! We blame MSN!" No. Anyway, they asked her where she got the cds, and she said some guy at camp gave them to her, and they believed her. Then they kind of went crazy, and took apart her room, took away her "punk stuff", read through her chat logs, etc. Fuckin' chat logs. Man I hate them. I like them on my computer, but I hate them on Jessie's computer. Anyway, they went through her hours of conversations with me. Before they read them, they were like "wow, that kid's an angel." I even re-did her dad's buisness site for 20 bucks. (He had paid some other guy like 100 bucks for an uber-crappy site) Afterwards they were horrified with me. "Stay away from our daughter, or we'll fucking kill you". Not that intense, but whatever. Then a day or two later (while still going through her stuff) they found out Jessie had cut herself. They blamed me for that. I'd been told by a lot of her friends that I was a big influence on her. But man... I didn't even know I was an influence on her, since, well, when you meet someone and you start influencing them, you don't really know how they were before you influence them, so you can't really tell if you're influencing them. At fist they just made her block me on her msn, but they started reading through her other chat convos, and were like "screw this, no internet for you". What the friggin' hell. You don't just take away someone's internet. That's just wrong. Her parents ended up giving my parents the chat logs too. So I got in lots of trouble too. There's no way in fucking hell I let them into my computer though. I mean, they wouldn't be able to figure any of it out. But yeah. My computer is my club house. No girls/adults aloud XD So yeah, my parents found out a lot about my online life. (Not everything) And, if some of you talk to me on msn, you might see I sudenly go away, then come back after a while, or something. That's 'cause one of my parents has come down or somehting, and I've hidden everything I'm not supposed to be doing. =P MSN, forums, php files, irc, winamp, bit torrent, etc. So yeah, I got in a lot of trouble from that too. Now that's not too bad right. Jessie has a semi-social life, and I can use my uber-1337 skills (aka programs other people have made) to keep doing whatever the hell I want, and my parents won't know. Only bad part here is the trust lost between me and my parents, jessie and her parents, and me and jessie's parents. Well, yeah, me not being able to talk to Jessie on msn anymore is bad too. I mean, the only way I really got to see Deanna that wasn't in Church, Gym day, or skating, was when we would plan something with Jessie. Anyway, THEN her parents sugested that Deanna's parents read Deanna's freaking chat logs. -- Wow, right when I typed that, my cousin, who is playing DDR in the other room, just went "arg". k, anyway, yeah, her parents went through her chat logs, and she got in tons of trouble, and her parents found out about "us", and found out she cut herself ONCE, and other random crap. Okay, I just went and ate supper, so I have totaly lost my train of thought. Anyway, let's wrap this up: (Too bad I didn't know Mike back then. I would have blamed it all on him XD) Anyway, some of you may have noticed that I don't talk much in real life. To anyone. So basicaly, when Deanna lost MSN, communication was kind of cut off with her. That was...Blah. A few days after she got banned Okay, this actualy happened like, two days BEFORE I got Jessie and Deanna in trouble. However, I'm too lazy to scroll up and change my index to say "before". Anyway, I went to Emily's AMDEC party. That was awesome. I was either wedged in between a chair and a cabnit, giggling. Or off in Emily's room with Miranda, Jon, and Joanna. I don't really remember much about the party, except that it was awesome. (It was a social situation where I didn't have to do anything! How kick-ass is that =P) I hope Em does it again this year! Hopefully, the APC won't need to get involved this time, and get the party aproved ;) April Well, after not really being able to actualy apoligize to Deanna in real life, Andrea told me that Deanna was home alone, and what her phone number is, and told me to call her. Man, I was sweating before I even touched the phone. Anyway, I called, she answered, I apoligized, and asked if she was mad, she said it was fine, she wasn't mad, and it was her fault for not deleting the chat logs. Well. It's not her fault. I didn't delete her chat logs that one time I went into her house. I could have, but I didn't. Therefore it's just as much my fault as hers. However, I'm the reason her parents went through the chat logs. If I had been able to talk, I would have said that. Instead I simply said "No, it's not your fault, it's mine", and back and forth like that 5ish times. That took up about 40 seconds of the 20 minute phone call. FUCK YOU AWKWARD SILENCE. FUCK YOU IN-ABILITY TO TALK. It's like I'm having a stroke or something. I can't put my thoughts into words. So yeah, 19:20 of awkard silence. Then, since it was on a cordless phone, you know how there's a little "on/off" button near your ear usualy? I acidently hit that button (I always seem to hit that button whenever I'm using a cell/cordless phone. I don't know why. I seem to be the only one that does that) and hung up on her. Here's what happened (Timestamps are assuming the call started at 00:00 (midnight)): [00:20:00]: *accidentaly hangs up* "AW FUCK." *continues swearing spasm for 15 seconds*. [00:20:15]: *calls back* [00:20:20]: *Deanna picks up* "Hello" [00:20:22]: "Hi, sorry about that, I hit a random button." [00:20:25]: "It's okay." [00:20:26]: "Okay". [00:20:27]: *silence* [00:20:28]: *silence* [00:20:29]: *silence* [00:20:30]: *silence* There ya' go. Conversation done in 30 seconds. More like 15 if you exclude my swearing fit. Only 14:30 left to fill. After 14:30 she said she had to go, and I went back to my basement with the computer, feeling totaly pissed off with myself. Uber-pathetic social life eh? This was one of my "big moments of the year 2k4". -_- The summer The summer. Man I hate the summer. I have so many happy memories of the summer. That was before I knew the computer. Now the summer fucking sucks. It's just...miserable. I spent most of it at my cottage, in the cold basement, with my internetless computer, listening to depressing music, catching up on my sleep. (I must have slept at least an avergae of 12 hours/day at the cottage.) I mean, I did SOME cool stuff during the summer, probably with Matt. I just don't remember any of it. The funnest thing I remember, was taking a knife, and lightly slashing the inside of my arm, over and over. Just moving my arm back and forth really quick, up and down my arm. (Not deep or anything) then taking some After Bite (The stuff you put on bug bites) and rubbing it up my arm. The burning felt...Weirdly cool. I'd swipe it up my arm once, and just freeze in shock. The hand holding the after bite would have like, white knuckles from holding it so tightly. But man, that burning is so addictive. So after a few times of doing that, I look at the container to read what's inside it (You know, just incase it's got something addictivly bad for you in it. Like sugar for example.) It has....*drum roll*...Alchohal (15%). And...Mink oil! If I recal correctly, that's all said on it. So I had been injecting mink oil into my blood stream. Lovely XD So yeah. Highlight of my summer: Mink oil injections at 4 in the morning. Octoberish...Whenever summer ended. Finally! Everything is back to normal. Only thing missing is school every day. In case you didn't notice over the Christmas holidays, I effing hate holidays. They destroy the every-day system I'm used to. Anyway, all summer, I had only seen Deanna like...Three times. Plus I was kind of scared that she hated me now. And since she didn't have fucking msn anymore, and since I can't convert fucking thoughts to words, I couldn't talk to her about it. Anyway, the homeschool group system was back on track. And Deanna's in that homeschool group. I'd go "Hi *wave*" and she's go "Hi *wave back*" whenever we saw each other. Which was pretty much the same as what we did when she had msn. Good sign right? Not really. It's not normal for two people not to talk. So yeah, it was pretty much blah, until...Dun da dun: Early December December 7th. Fucking awesome day. k, another epi/prologue. Back in...Umm...Whenever Deanna had MSN, she was telling me about a job she might get, where she baby sits every day after school. Well, on December 7th, she logged on from the kids' house! That was awesome. Except for the fact that my name was "40 year old pedophile stalker". That was kind of...uhh...awkward. Especialy when she left the room and the little boy asked what pedophile meant XD "It means I'm going to hunt you down and rape you". Man, that kid would have beat the hell out of me if I actualy tried that. k, so anyway, Deanna came on, we talked a bit. with the help of the little girl that she baby-sat, I found out she still liked me! I think. I hope. She may have just been being nice. Whatever. Anyway, next month, it's been one year. However, from like march - december, was like...cut-out. So yeah, take 11 months, and subtract march to december, and you get 2 months. Sounds about right. Yep. December Well, see my december 17th post (http://diaries.suchisthis.com/firestormx/index.php?cmd=view_entry&eid=21) It's when I went with Matt to see Val. -------------------------------------- Man, imagine how long this'd be if I had a social life. And that was my January 8, 2005 entry. One more, to hold you over, since I won't be writing for a while =) January 17, 2005

A father and son in Rome, Italy, thought they had plotted the perfect crime in 1996. The father worked as a teller at a bank. The son would enter the bank, go to the father's window, and demand money. His father would quickly turn over the cash, the son would flee, and later the two would split the loot. Best of all, no one would get hurt because no weapons would be used. On the day of the robbery attempt, the young man walked into the bankd and went to his father's window. He got the money and ran out of the bank--But he and his father were caught anyway. It seems there an unfortunatne slip of the tongue by the robber. When he was at the teller's window, the crook shouted, "This is a holdup. Hand over the money, Dad."

Know what would totaly pwn? "numbing needle tag" You know those needles the doctor or dentist give you...Just before they yank a tooth, or break your ribs for open heart surgery, because they're too cheap for sleeping gas or morphine? Well, imagine getting like a thousand of those, and like, 30 people together, put them into like, a banquet hall or something. Just put up like walls and stuff, for people to run around, and take cover behind and stuff. Then, you give them each 1000/3 needles (That's like 333.3333 needles each. Don't ask how exactly we'll get .333 needles. It's just one of those things that tend to work itself out. *nods head*) Now, here's the fun part. You have to stab people with your needles, and the last one who can still stand/grab something to support their weight, wins. However, to lessen the chance of injuries/transmiting diseases (as Kay pointed out), you must leave the needle in the person. (If you think about it, that'll actualy put more of the numbing stuff into them, and, yeah.) That way, no one will be like, stabing the needle into your back on an angle, then ripping it out, shreding your back in the process. It is the stabee's responsiblity to remove the needle from their own body, before they colapse on the ground, and land on the needle, and end up hurting themselves. Also, no stabing someone above the chest (neck, face, etc), or in the groin. (The butt is fine. It's always funny to see someone running around with a needle in their butt) Also, you may not throw the needle like a dart, unless given permision by the referee before hand. You will only be given permision if you have proven that you can throw properly, in pre-game tests. You must also be able to say yes to several numbers, such as "Do you hold resentment towards any player(s)", or "Do you find it funny to see needles stuck in people's eyes move when they eyeball moves to look at something". You know, just typical stuff to prevent things like "Oh, sorry, I really suck at aiming *giggle*, I didn't mean to get it directly in the eye *snicker* But you gotta admit, it is pretty funny." or "Yeah fucktard! Not so hot when you can't feel your little man now are ya?!" "Who're you screaming at?" "My ex boyfriend. Man I love this game!" Man, just imagine, seeing thirty people running around with needles, stabing other people. And people trying to walk around without the ability to feel their leg. Or, or...Yeah. Pffft, like you have any better way to spend a 2.4 million bucks. Yes, 2.4 million bucks people. My family won the fucking lottery! And my dad gave me $50,000 of it! I'm gonna buy so many needles, and hire like 29 hobos to come play numbing needle tag with me! Actualy, no, my family didn't win the lottery. And I would never use hobos like that. That's so mean. I hate it when people do that. Fucking "bum wars". Only funny part was when the guy was imitating the Crocodile Hunter. But I was still disgusted with the guy. I don't know why people would find that stuff funny. I mean, sure there was some funny stuff in there, but yeah, just...Fucktards. ANYWAY. let's get this started, 'cause I have to wake up in 5 hours. I woke up this morning, and there was drops of blood all over! I was like "Woah, awesome!" (I love my blood if you havn't noticed) Then I'm like "Wait, wtf, I didn't do this". There was drops of blood everywhere. On my keyboard, on the cover of my calculator (Thank goodness I had the cover on it), on my math text book (There's like, big red circles on some pages of my text book now) on my waterbottle, on my desk, on my floor, on my "typing gloves", on my school papers, on my knife... Wait. Why is there blood on my knife? As I'm reaching over to get a klenix, and my water bottle, to start cleaning up the mess before my parents see it, my shoulder brushes against something at my lip. "Holy crap I need to shave. --Wait a sec." *sweat drop* I sudenly remembered that last night I had a bloody nose at like 6 in the morning. Don't ya' just hate it when that happens? You just wake up for no aparent reason, then all of the sudden you feel something trickeling from your nose, and you're like "aw fuck!" and you jump out of bed and get a klenix or something to stuff into your nose to stop the bleeding? Anyway, I did that. I got up in the pitch black darkness, and I was like, looking franticaly for the klenix box, (I don't know if it's klenix, or klenex. Whatever, you know what i mean. "tissue". Whatever.) and I couldnt' find it. I like, stubbed my toe, and cracked on toenail (I noticed my toe had dried blood on it too this morning, from the nail getting ripped off too low) So while I'm stumbling around in the darkness, swearing my head off, with my hand under my nose, the blood is dripping off my hand, onto everything. (It randomly got on my knife, I didn't have a little blood fest last night or anything XD) I eventualy found the klenix, twisted it up, jammed it in my nose, and went back to sleep with it still in my nose. (I do that a lot...Once I turned over, and it got ripped out, and I woke up, and my face was like, stuck to my pillow in blood. XD) So that was my morning. (I woke up at like 11:59, so the morning was only long enough for me to remember stuff) Man, two years ago, I was REALLY behind in my sleep once (That's what the doctor blames anyway) and one night, my nose just started gushing. Like, not the typical "Drip. Drip. Drip", but I mean like a constant flow. You're bent over the toilet, and you can hear "psssshhhh" like running water. You try to stuff some toilet paper in there, and your hand is like, instantly covered in blood, and the toilet paper only lasts like a minute before it's dripping blood too. It was fucking awesome. But fucking anoying. It would happen like twice a day, for a month. (That's when I went to the doctor) And I couldn't do anything for like 20 minutes while my nose bled. 'cause it would take forever to heal, and like I said, I would have sit over the sink or something since the toilet paper/klenix would be dripping. So anyway, after a month, I was getting really fucking anoyed with this (it would happen in the middle of the night, not just in the day) and my mom was getting sick of changing my pillow covers, so my dad took me to see a doctor. Turns out there's a damn artery in your nose. And there was a cut on that artery or something (That would explain the constant gushing of blood, etc). So he ended up cautorizing it, or however you spell that thing where you burn the cut shut, and let the scar tissue develop to make it tough or something. (It was all with chemicals and stuff, so he didn't like, whip out a blow torch or anything). The doctor said I should get more sleep. I didn't listen to him. So I get nose bleeds every so often. Anyway, that's the story of the summer that I got 30 liters of blood lighter.

Tuesday edit: Holy frig, it bled again last night, and again this morning when I woke up.

Oh! Speaking of doctors. On monday, there was a fire at the hospital that my uncle, and "employer" were both staying. My uncle had like, his 3rd stroke (He's had like two heart attacks, three strokes, diabettes, and lots of other fucked up stuff) so he was in the hospital on the 5th floor for that, and Jean Guy (pronounced "john gee". That's his first name.) some guy that's paying me and Matt to make a database in php for him, was in the hospital for emergency open heart surgery. They broke three of his ribs, and took some big viens, or arteries or something from his arm/wrist, and stuck it in his heart. Or, places around his heart, or something. I don't know, anyway, the point is, that there was a fire at that hospital on the first floor. Aparently, the fire wasn't too bad, but the smoke was uber-bad. (I havn't heard anything new since last night when the fire was still...on fire, so I don't know if it got really bad or not. But I havn't been invited to a funeral or anything yet. Not that I would ever be invited to a funeral or anything, but yeah) They had Jean Guy hooked up with air masks, and they sealed off the bottom of the doors with towels and stuff. And my uncle just has towels under his door. That'd be pretty scary though eh. You've got three broken ribs (Bruised ribs hurt like fuck. Like, you can't even move it hurts. Broken ribs are like...Fuck...) and there's a fire going on right below you. You're seriously dreading having to be moved if the fire gets too big. They're wheeling you out, you hit a little bump "Holy fuck that hurt!" It sucks if you've had a stroke too. 'cause you can't talk. Kind of like me. You can think, and understand everything coherently, but it's uber-hard to talk. You're thinking "YOU FUCKTARD! THERE'S STILL A TUBE ATTACHED TO ME! DON'T START WHEELING ME OUT! WAIT! WAI---OW, FUCK. *needles attatched to tube gets ripped out* "thanks a lot fucktards -_-" Oh, speaking of yelling, and pain and stuff. Jean Guy's wife was visiting him, and, when you have broken ribs, it hurts to breathe, plus, the surgery didn't fix everything, so he's like, dieing and stuff, and can't really talk. Anyway, his wife sits down, and Jean Guy's face twists in pain, and he's like mouthing words, so his wife leans in closer to hear, and finally Jean Guy is abe to force the words out. "YOU HURT MY PEEPEE!" And you could hear it all down the halls and stuff. omg, it was so funny. Anyway, on monday, I went to gym day. (if you read my "points of the year" entry, then you should know what gym day is. If not, I'll explain if you ask =P) k, I'm not sure how the whole, "blood circulation system" works, or how a blood vein is constructed or anything, but I was thinking... When you play volleyball (The sport we played that day) and you smack the ball, your hand turns red right? "No. You're hitting the ball wrong" Why does it turn red? Whatever you've been told, it's wrong. It's because the ball has crushed the veins in your hands/wrists/whatever you hit the ball with. And, just like a water balloon, when they get crushed, the pop, and the blood goes spewing out everywhere. "So why don't I have severe internal bleeding yet? I smack lots of things and my hand turns red." Simple. Just like a normal cut, the veins heal. "But where does the blood go?" Well, you've been told that snot is made to protect from germs right? Well, that's partialy true. However, part of what makes it so useful is the white blood cells that are escaping your body. That's right. When blood escapes your veins, it comes out your nose. Think about it. Blood is runny, then it dries, and becomes hard. Snot is runny, then it dries, and becomes hard. And bloody noses. They're not actualy from cuts in your nose. They're from cuts in your veins elsewhere. "Why isn't it red like when it's coming out of my skin?" Well, like I said, bloody noses are actualy just blood that hasn't changed colour. The reason your blood becomes like...Whatever colour snot is when it comes out, is because like I said, snot is real. It does help protect you from germs. It just mixs in with your blood, and changes it. Now here's the point of the whole explanation. You sometimes hit the ball with your wrist right? What happens when you slit your wrist? You cut the artery, and you lose blood fast, and die. What happens when you bump a ball that's moving with a downwards velocity of 50m/s, while your arms are moving up at a velocity of another 75m/s? Well, your arteries are probably going to explode if you keep that up. They'll give you 30-50 years in prison if you try to commit suicide (You get the death penalty if you use an illigaly possed weapon, or if you jump off a high point, into a crowded area below) but they let volley ball players go and play their sport, and even give them goverment funding sometimes. Then there's the volleyball coaches. Teaching their...Uhh...coachees? to go and blow their arteries open. Most volleyball players know this too. That's why they have volleyball games out in secluded areas, like some beach off on some tropical island or something. Mass suicide rituals, and no one will know about it. Just so you know, I thought all that stuff about volleyball, internal bleeding, and stuff up while I was laying in bed, losing immense amounts of blood from my nose. I don't believe a single word of it. Well, yeah, there are words in there I believe and stuff, but yeah...You know what I mean. Anyway, the whole reason I brought up the gym day thing, was because on the way there (a 10-15 minute drive) I saw TWO [minor] accidents. (There were no emergency response vehicles at the scene yet. The second one was right in front of the hospital too XD) The first one was some guy ran into the back of some girl's car. The guy's front end was all crumpled up. The second one made me laugh so hard (I'm not mean, just so you know. The driver was out of her car. Standing, and talking just fine, and stuff) k, we stopped at a stop light. And there's a car, and it's front end is crumpled, and up against a light pole. It looks like it was trying to do a U-turn. Then, there's a car behind it, who's front is dented. Here, let me illistrate: Image. (Click to open in new window) It says "hospital", "stoplight", "me giggling" btw. Okay, so I'm thinking what happened here was the green car ran into the red car, 'causeing it to spint around too fast while it was turning, and hit the stop light. Why did the green car do this to the red car? Well honney, it's just one of those things bad people do, because they don't like the colour of the other person..'s car. k, anyway. I couldn't stop laughing when I saw it. I dunno why. Just one of those things. Like this: *cringes* Poor little idiot. Anyways, you may notice in my little picture thing at the top of my diary, the thing that tells what time it is, what i'm listening to, and a random quote, that I listen to a lot of rap, metal, and emo/punk. But no electronica. Except for like, three Ayumi Hamasaki remixs, a few Ferry Corsten songs, and a few Warp Brothers songs. Well, steriotypicaly, I should be listening to a lot of electronica. Instead I'm off listening to Metal (I find the steriotypical metalhead anoyingly violent. Especialy Death Metal =P) Emo (Meh, steriotypical Emo kids are interesting to listen to) and Rap. I'm really picky with the stuff I listen to. For metal, I don't listen to stuff like, death metal for two reasons. 1) They seem to be obsesed with the devil and killing god, etc. 2) I can't stand the fucking Chaos. The lyrics are the most important part of the song. Thus, I like rap. However, I'm uber-picky with my rap. I don't like rap that's all like "Yeah, I'm a pimp bitch. Take off your clothes" and stuff, like Snoop Dogg. I also hate "mainsteream" rap, that's like "Yeah, shake that ass" and stuff. You know, like Lil Jon, Nelly, etc. I like stuff that's like, just "I'm going to kill you. Blah blah blah." Like some DMX songs, Eminem, etc. Although Eminem is more than just the murdering and stuff. Most of his songs are like...Messed. But the parts that arn't all angryness, are generaly funny. So yay Eminem. I just had the sudeen urge to listen to Biterphobia! You want an awesome song by Eminem, go listen to Biterphobia. It's back on his first album though, so it may be hard to find. k, anyways, yeah, I also like rap that has a good message behind it, but can still sound cool. Like KJ-52, or Manafest. And, if you can get something inbetween the two types, like Tupac, then you're set ^_^ I also like rappers that do non-mainstream (By mainstream, I mean totaly sex orriented) type rap, to stuff other than beats. Like Linkin Park, or Chronic Future. Anyway, why do I listen to Metal and Emo/Punk? FOR THE SCREAMING! I love screaming music. Like static-x. Fucking awesome screaming. Or The Used. Again, awesome screaming. Although, emo doesn't have much screaming. But it's got cool lyrical content. Well, not really, a lot of it is really repetitive and stuff, but as long as I don't expose myself to a lot of it, it seems cool XD Wow, that was an utterly useless and short explanation of why I listen to the music I do. Anyway, the point is, I don't want anyone thinking I'm a steriotype of the kind of music I listen to. I'm the steriotype of the music I hate, because most sub-genres don't have "lyrics". (I'm talking about electronica) By "lyics" i don't mean like "stop to my beat" a milllion types over. I mean something like, a verse, a chorus, another verse, chorus again, verse again. Argh, k, I'm making up random subjects so I can stay awake. If I'm going to wake up in a few hours, and feel tired, why waste my time sleeping, only to wake up a feel tired, when I can stay up, get work done, and feel tired? Plus if I go to bed now, I won't be able to wake up tomorow anyway. Blah, whatever. I'm sure you don't want to know why I read the types of books I do, so I'm going to go and do my math. ARGH, FUCKING MATH TEST OPENING RIGHT AWAY. Well, wasn't that awesome? I didn't think so either. k, I'm gonna stop writing in red. Samantha's birthday today! 3 more days until Val's birthday! Possibly 4 more days until Deanna goes back to work. I'm not sure if she's actualy going back now. I'll have to write about the phone call with her next entry. (Whenever that is)