Random Blathering

Testing

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 09:43:56 GMT

Hey Guys! So I know I haven't been on here in ages, don't expect that to change. But I had an idea to incorporate live journal into another website, meaning I could build a fully functional blog without any kind of administration. So the rest of this blog will just be testing that. Ta ta!

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Obscure Update

Wed, 15 Nov 2006 05:50:18 GMT

These last couple weeks have been... amazing - horrible - wonderful - interesting - nerve-wracking - scary - tough - productive - relieving... I don't even know what it's been. I've had periods of time with conflicting emotions before, but I don't think I've ever gone through such an emotional roller coaster in my life. In some ways, I hope it's over, and things can get back to normal. In others, I pray this ride is just beginning.

Newspaper

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 06:05:25 GMT

http://www.community-newspapers.com/archives/lgwt/20061108/style1.shtml

It's possible I'm bragging. But you know what? I don't care right now. :P

Wonderful Day

Thu, 02 Nov 2006 07:13:34 GMT

WOOOOO! FUCKING WOO!

Today. Has. Been. Fantastic. Beyond. All. Reasonable. Fantasticness.

Yesterday, I got a call during math, which went to message. And when the lunch bell rings, Elizabeth and I walk down to the Venue for lunch. At some point while standing around with Elizabeth, Andrew (who's a really bad kid, by the way), Guy, and Chris L, I remembered the call, and went outside to hear the message. And you'll never guess who it was. Go ahead, guess.

Nope, that's not it.

It was the Los Gatos Weekly Times; somehow or another they found out about me, my website, and how I build websites professionally, and wanted to do a story on me! They bumped me up by a week, since some story fell through, so they needed to meet me immediately, so today at lunch I met this reporter, Jennifer, and she interviewed me for almost an hour. Apparently, it'll be in next weeks Times! How cool is that?

I couldn't meet with the Times after school, since the first Congress tourney of the year was today, at Kehillah High School. I was a Presiding Officer (runs the round) for one of the houses, and Albert was in the senate. Poor guy; senate sucks.

Anyways, there were ten people in my round, which turned out to be a HUGE planning mistake on the organizer's part; thirty minutes into the first round (90 min long) no one wanted to give a speech. Some prodding on my part got everyone to speak, but it was ICKY. Nevertheless, since so few people wanted to speak, I got a chance to give two speeches, despite being the PO. Then second round, a girl who'd never done it before was PO (though she certainly did a better job then I did my first time) and I got to give another two speeches.

The second round ends, and the other PO and I go outside as the house votes on who got best PO; and I won! Even better, the judges go tally their scores, and about forty minutes later come back, and say I placed first in my house, as well!!!!

I've won best PO at Nat Quals, and the competition for first wasn't very strong at this tourney, but still! 1st place and Best PO, at one tournament!

*does the happy dance!*

Observations.

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 06:41:52 GMT

I've kinda known both of these things already, but I'm making them official:

1. I have really good* parents.

2. Andrew is a bad influence.

_{*Note I didn't say cool. I think my parent's are that, as well, but I'm differentiating between good and cool right now.}

Long Time No See

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 05:06:02 GMT

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

WOOOO!

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 05:33:07 GMT

My local server running off my USB drive is working again. If that doesn't make any sense to you, that's alright. Just know that I am happy, and I can finally work again. (wait, do those two things go together?)

Ooh, and I'm splitting a bid with someone to coronation. And school's almost over!

The Problem With Getting Rid of Pluto is...

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 17:45:40 GMT

Now the Sailor Scouts have to kill Sailor Pluto.

1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someones eyes when you are telling them how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel?:
Hmm, I don't really have a problem with either, but I suppose when I'm doing it, since it's easier to embarrass yourself...

2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?:
Several days/weeks ago; Straw that broke the camel's back kinda thing; No, I feel rather like an ass for it...

3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call?:
At this point in time, I'd call home; specifically Mom, though if Dad answered, I wouldn't have a problem. If there were someone truly significant (read: I wanted to marry) in my life right now, that might be different, but no, so no.

4. You are at the doctor's office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days? Would you be afraid?:
That would really suck, but I'd tell the people who I think could take it, and spend the next month doing everything I possibly could, with everyone important to me.

5. You can have one of the following two things. Which do you choose? Love or Trust, Why?:
I really value trust, and I've lived through High School without any real love, so I'd probably say trust.

6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not?:
We had a similar scenario on the first/second day of Philosophy class last year; I'd save the dog.

7. You are unfaithful to your spouse/significant other. Do you tell him/her? Why or Why not?:
I'd like to think I'm above something like that, but if I ever did, I would tell her. A relationship can't survive a secret like that.

8. Your best friend confesses that he/she has feelings for you more then just friendship. He/she is falling in love with you. What do you do/say?:
It would depend; if I felt the same way, then hey, happy happy joy joy, right? Otherwise, I'd talk about it, and hopefully we'd come to some conclusion without losing our friendship.

9. Think of a person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give up one year of yours. Do you do it? Why or Why not?:
I don't know anyone close who's died unexpectedly, so at this point, probably no. But if someone died, and I had left something unsaid, I would sacrifice a year of my own life, yes.

10. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?:
Probably. I whine a bit too much though.

11. Does love = sex?:
No; and sex definitely does not equal love.

13. When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say?
Not sure; I can think of three specific cases where I didn't/haven't, and I think I'm open more than I hide it, but I can't think of an example.

14. What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a friend, you love them romantically or that you do not love them back?:
Having gone through the latter (on the receiving end), I know that eventually, they'll get over it. I'll go with the former.

15. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose?:
As far as physical things go, computer/Internet. Friends, family, and memories would definitely trump that though.

16. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them? Who were they to you?:
Um, probably Andrew. Believe it or not, I didn't mean it.

18. Imagine. it is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you?:
Well, Briana has a rape whistle...

19. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? Why or Why not?:
Yes, I think so, but that's one of those questions anyone can say 'sure' to when they're sitting at a desk, vs. actually doing it.

21. You are holding onto your grandmothers hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other.
It seems silly that I can pull up a newborn babe. Nevertheless, probably Grandma. Reciprocal economics, as Mr. Homa would say.

22. Are you old fashioned?
I don't have any fashion. How could I be old fashioned?

23. When was the last time you were nice to someone and did something special for someone?
Plenty of times since then, but last Thursday, I held the door for an employee leaving Courtside, and she said 'Thank you! You didn't need to do that, but thank you.' She walked by too quickly for me to respond, but I wanted to say 'yes I did, it's the right thing to do...'

24. Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or never loved at all? Why?:
True love, though is it true love if there's a broken heart at the end?

25. If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?:
If I was trying to become Miss USA, I'd say world peace.

26. Is there someone who you like at the moment?
In the implied sense, no, not really.

27. Have you ever given or been given roses?
Don't think so.

28. How many times can you honestly say you've been in love?
I think I've been in love twice. But probably not.

29. Do you believe that everyone has a soul mate?
Two people predestined to be together? No. But everyone can find someone to love, yes.

30. Do you think that you should become friends with someone first?
I don't really see how you could have a crush on someone without getting to know them first; otherwise it's just physical, which won't last.

31. What do you think about long-distance relationships?
They can work, if both sides really love each other. Most of the time though, it's just unreasonable.

32. Your thoughts on online relationships?
Same as asking someone out on a date online. Pathetic.

33. Would you rather date someone five years older or five years younger?
For someone who's only 17, a five year difference is massive. If we just say 'older vs. younger' I don't really know. I've liked people on both ends of that spectrum at some point or another.

34. Have you ever seen a friend as more than a friend?
*points to #30* Yes.

35. How many kids do you want to have?
Two, I suppose. More than three would be a bit much, but I'm still in high school. I don't worry about that.

36. What is/are your favorite color(s)?
Green. Green diamonds, especially.

37. What are your views on gay marriage?
I've never heard a decent argument as to why they shouldn't be allowed to marry.

38. What song do you want played as you walk down the aisle?
For Mike and Andrew's benefit, I'm going to say 'Fuck you Gently'. If anyone plays that song within a ten mile radius of wherever/whenever I get married, I will kill them.

39. Do you believe in love at first sight?
While it can happen, I think love at first meeting would make more sense.

40. Do you find holding hands romantic?
Yes, but it can also be overdone, and often is.

41. How do you feel about PDA? [Public display of affection]
For the most part it annoys me. But that could very well be because I don't have a girlfriend.

42. Where did you take your default pic?
DILBERT. If you have to ask that question, I kill you.

43. What exactly are you wearing right now?
As shocking as this is going to sound, t-shirt, shorts.

44. What is your current problem?
Sleep. I need it. Instead, I write journals. Stupid Michael.

45. What makes you most happy?
Relaxing with friends.

46. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?
Everything's not lost - Coldplay

47. What's something that really annoys you?
Smoking

48. Ice Cream:
Strawberry is awesome. Otherwise, something thick and chocolaty

49. Season:
Autumn

50. Who/What was the last Person to text you?
Mom. And yes, I did bother to look. So there.

51. Person you called:
Andrew. I wanted water. He bought a three dollar bottle.

52. Person you hugged?:
Briana, saying goodbye.

53. Person you tackled?:
Andrew would say Andrew. I personally have no idea.

54. Thing you touched?:
Other than the keyboard, my phone. To see who I last called.

55. Thing you ate?:
Hot dog

56. Thing you drank?:
Water. I drink lots of water.

57. Thing you said?:
'I'll be right there', to dad. He's kicking me off the computer.

58. what made you smile yesterday?
Lots and lots of things. I was hanging out with Briana, Mike, and Andrew. Dur.

For those of you who don't know, I spent this last weekend with Mike and Andrew visiting Briana down at Scripps College. My parent's (who also paid for the whole trip :D) excused me from school on Friday, so I slept in a bit, woke up around eight, and packed all my stuff. Mike showed up at ten and, after some last minute packing on my part, we left twenty minutes later. Rachel drove Andrew to Mike's house, where Mike and I jumped in.

We drove into San Jose, stopping at a Walgreens near the station to get Briana some goggles (what a weird kid) and returned to the station to hop on the ACE to Stockton. The train had power outlets for all our gear (laptops and whatnot) and even had a wireless signal. Alas, despite the signal being broadcast from the trains router, there was no Internet access. Still, power is a wonderful thing, and I had a chance to work on my forum, basically uninterrupted for several hours.

Once we got to Stockton, we switched to an Amtrak train headed to Bakersfield for the first southbound leg of our trip (Stockton is East Northeast of LG) which lasted appx five hours. Also uneventful, we arrived in Bakersfield, got on a bus, and drove off into the gathering darkness for another three hours. Eleven hours after we left San Jose, we arrived in Claremont, and shortly thereafter were reunited with the great and powerful Bri. She and her roommate, Jen, walked down to meet us and help us carry all ~~our~~ Andrew's gear; Mike and I had a backpack and a sleeping bag, Andrew had a suitcase, a sleeping bag-bag stuffed with junk, a backpack, and a laptop bag.

After dumping our stuff in their room, a converted single with barely enough floorspace for the three of us, we headed over to one of the other Claremont Five schools - Harvey Mudd - for some kind of game called ITR (Ineligible to Register, or, if you ask Andrew, Inable to Reproduce ;)) that takes place in the basement of the main Science building. We show up in the auditorium with about sixty other people, and all given a sheet of paper to roll up very thin and cover in duct tape, from then on to be referred to as daggers covered in a deadly neurotoxin, 'and as we all know, neurotoxin have no effect if they strike the head'.

A series of paranoia games ensued, the first round the citizens of Happyville were being threatened by psycho killers, people who 'look' like happyvilians but are in fact distinctly unhappy. You walk around the halls with everyone else, and you have no idea who's really a psycho killer. Other rounds added twists, including vampires and zombies, but the basic idea was the same. Briana was freaking out from the paranoia, which made it even funnier.

By around four we were all tired enough to head back to Scripps, and went to sleep. Mike and Andrew took up most of the main floorspace, and I slept along the wall in front of the door. There was so little room in fact, that my feet were resting on all Andrew and Mike's stuff XD.

The next day (or perhaps more accurately, later that same day) Andrew had an interview with Claremont Mckenna (sp) College at eight, so he and Briana went off and left Mike and I in the dorm room ~ being an all-girls school, guys aren't allowed to walk around the dorm itself without an escort.

Once they got back, we went to meet a woman running for US Congress for Claremont's district as a democrat. I didn't think she was too bad; I liked most of what she had to say. But Andrew came out in full force against her, promoting fascism, the destruction and imprisonment of the middle class, on and on and on. He didn't back down at all, and this prospective congresswoman was forced to fight back by telling him he should be a show-monkey and talk for money. I hope she wins the election, because that would mean, at age 17, Andrew completely pwned a Congresswoman, without even trying.

The remainder of the day passed without incident, until dinner, when we say in the Mudd hall with one of the few people I've ever met and despised immediately ~ He gives off more asshole vibes than the waste chute of a slaughterhouse. We had several completely pointless discussions, culminating in Andrew informing him the Nut Fairy was going to show up to his room tonight and take, erm, his due.

After dinner we headed back to East, the most awesome of the four main Mudd dorms, where Briana spends most of her time. There was some Frisbee and soccer and lounging; until we decided to head up to one of the dorms that had been converted into a local radio station (cept no radio - just massive speakers, but you wouldn't call it a speaker station, would you?)called Time Suck, and had them play Piano Man by Billy Joel, and we all sang along. Then someone whipped out some Avenue Q and we sang along to a bunch of that, as well XD.

Then we headed back to the science building to one of the computer labs, where (after some problems with the school re-imaging the computers) played one of the Wolfenstein games ~ Enemy Territory, I think ~ for several hours. At some point during this whole thing, Mike had decided to go to sleep, so it was just Briana, Andrew, College Andrew (there are more Andrews at Mudd than professors), and myself. We decided to try to hijack one of the classrooms to watch V for Vendetta, but after more than an hour we gave up and went to sleep.

The next day we got up, Mike ran off with some random person to go downtown, so Briana, Andrew, and I got brunch in the Scripps cafeteria and sat around with a bunch of Briana's cohorts. As we were leaving I ran into Liz Magnan from philosophy, which was snazzy. Then Briana's friend drove Andrew and I down to the bus stop, we said goodbye, and headed home.

I feel overwhelmingly silly for taking a week to upload this. Nevertheless, now you know what happened at every second of every day that I was there.

Or something.

Hawaii!

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 02:36:46 GMT

SEE????? I TOLD YOU I'D GET AROUND TO IT EVENTUALLY!

Friday night (the 18th) Jordan came over after dinner, and we spent several hours talking about Christianity, it's take on being gay, sins in general, God's forgiveness, and the like. It was one of the more interesting evenings I've had in a while.

Early Saturday a stretch Limo pulled up out front (get this; the company was out of normal town cars, so they sent a stretch, at the price of a town car XD) and drove us to San Francisco Airport. Flight was incident-less, we landed, ate a hot dog, got the rent-a-car, and drove off.

Maui Marriott Ocean Club is in Kaanapali (sp) on the west coast of Maui; in the midst of a strip of resorts and apartment complexes between Lahaina and Black Rock. Saturday we pretty much just hung out, swam in the pool, yada yada.

On Sunday, I persuaded Jordan that he needed to try SCUBA diving (for those of you who don't know, I'm a certified diver). He was up for it, and the hotel provides pool instruction and beach dives for people who aren't certified. Over the the week, we managed to go on two dives, which was about six fewer that I had hoped for, but nevertheless, Jordan loved them, which is grand, because now I have another convert. :D

We spent a lot of time just chilling at the hotel, which was nice; pool, beach, ocean, lounge, pool, etc. Wednesday was my parents 20th anniversary, so Jordan and I went shopping; I got mom some silver earrings, and Jordan got her a matching necklace. It was a a lot harder to find something for dad, but eventually we found this cool store that sold all sorts of gadgets made of bone, and knives, and a very sailor atmosphere. Found a really nice Mammoth ivory surrounded bordered with cherry wood money clip.

Obviously lots more happened, but *shrug* not much of interest to write down. Instead, I'll just give you a nice link: http://www.digitalgemstones.com/gallery/. These are all the cool/good/interesting pictures I took over the trip, I think 76 in total. I'll upload the good ones to dA soon. If anyone wants a bigger image (Briana and Frances already have desktops :D) I'll send it to you.

Quote of the moment: "[10:05 PM] Andrew: is he pregnant?"

Sparknotes

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 07:17:01 GMT

I will talk about Hawaii, I promise!

Just not now...

Sparknotes has the amazing ability to remove every last drop of interest from a book. And then make it sound boring as hell. Here's the problem. With the exception of procrastinators, the people who read sparknotes are the people who don't like reading. Then they read the Spark/Cliffnotes and think 'damn, that's a boring book.' Further inspiring them to not read. I haven't read Catcher in the Rye, because I'm a bad person, but the Sparknotes version makes it sound worse than Travels with Charlie. Presumably, it's a good book ~ at least someone thought so ~ but bleh.

Meme, because I'm a bad person.

Sat, 26 Aug 2006 04:24:27 GMT

So, I'm bored at the moment, CD's and parents are at the pool, and Jordan's reading. I really should be working ~ that's why I brought the comp in the first place ~ but instead I'm doing this silly meme.

Hawaii update once I get back home!

1. Put numbers in the boxes instead of x's (example: 1, 2, 3, 4, ...)
2. Repost as "I have lived through ____ of these 157 things."

[1] I have read a lot of books.
[ ] I have been on some sort of varsity team.
[ ] I have run more than 2 miles without stopping.
[ ] I have been to Canada.

[2] I have been to Europe.
[3] I have watched cartoons for hours.
[ ] I have tripped UP the stairs.
[ ] I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.
[4] I have been snowboarding/skiing.

[5] I have played ping pong.
[6] I swam in the ocean.
[ ] I have been on a whale watch.
[7] I have seen fireworks.

[8] I have seen a shooting star.
[9] I have seen a meteor shower.
[ ] I have almost drowned.
[10] I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.

[11] I have listened to one CD over and over and over again.
[12] I have had stitches. ~ Fillet kife!
[ ] I have had frostbite.
[ ] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.
[13] I have stayed up til 2 doing homework/projects. ~ Try 4
[14] I currently have a job. ~ WOO!
[15] I have been ice-skating.
[16] I have been roller-blading.
[17] I have fallen flat on my face.
[18] I have tripped over my own two feet. ~ I must have at some point...
[19] I have been in a fist fight. ~ not really, but kinda...
[20] I have played videogames for more than 3 hours straight. ~ only three? PSH.
[ ] I have watched the Power Rangers. ~ Nope. I be teh awesomeness.

[ ] I attend Church regularly.
[ ] I have played truth or dare.
[21] I have already had my 16th birthday.
[22] I have already had my 17th birthday.
[23] I've called someone stupid.
[24] I've been in a verbal argument.
[25] I've cried in school. ~ 3rd grade - Pennsylvanians are MEAN.
[26] I've played basketball on a team. ~ No shit, I did.
[27] I've played baseball on a team.
[ ] I've played football on a team.
[ ] I've played soccer on a team.
[ ] I've done cheerleading on a team.
[ ] I've played softball on a team.
[ ] I've played volleyball on a team.
[ ] I've played tennis on a team.
[ ] I've been on a track or cross country team.
[28] I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life. ~ O_o I can't count the number of times I've been swimming...
[ ] I've bungee jumped.

[ ] I've climbed a rock wall.
[ ] I've lost more than $20.
[29] I've called myself an idiot.
[30] I've called someone else an idiot.
[31] I've cried myself to sleep. ~ Vacation to England was cancelled the day before we were supposed to leave.
[32] I've had (or have) pets.

[ ] I've owned a Spice Girls CD.
[ ] I've owned a Britney Spears CD.
[ ] I've owned an N*Sync CD. ~ *points to brother*
[ ] I've owned a Backstreet Boys CD. ~ *points to brother*
[ ] I've mooned someone. ~ They might go blind.
[33] I have sworn at someone of authority before. ~ Me? Hell no...
[34] I've been in the newspaper.
[ ] I've been on TV.
[35] I've been to Hawaii. ~ I'm there now...
[ ] I've eaten sushi.
[36] I've been on the other side of a waterfall.
[37] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies. ~ In a row, biatch!
[38] I've watched all the Harry Potter movies. ~ #4 was a dissapointment; too much teen drama.
[ ] I've watched all of the Rocky movies.
[ ] I've watched the 3 Stooges.
[ ] I've watched "Newlyweds" Nick & Jessica.
[39] I've watched Looney Tunes.
[40] I've been stuffed into a locker/I have stuffed others into lockers.

[41] I've been called a geek.
[ ] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade. ~ I don't study...
[42] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it. ~ Shazam!
[43] I've hugged my mom within the past 24 hours.
[44] I've hugged my dad within the past 24 hours.
[45] I've met a celebrity/music artist. ~ I'm pretty sure I have, but I can't remember who...
[46] I've written poetry. ~ For school...
[ ] I've been arrested.

[ ] I've been attracted to someone much older than me.
[47] I've been tickled till I've cried.
[ ] I've tickled someone else until they cried.
[48] I've had/have siblings.
[49] I've been to a rock concert.

[50] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it.
[ ] I've been in a play. ~ I've been in the crew a couple times, but play's are too much work. (No offence, Briana :P)
[51] I've been picked last in gym class. ~ Not often, since I actually try, unlike the majority of kids.
[52] I've been picked first in gym class. ~ See? What'd I tell ya?
[53] I've been picked in that middle-range in gym class.

[ ] I've cried in front of my friends.
[54] I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages.
[ ] I've played Halo 2.
[ ] I've freaked out over a sports game.
[ ] I've been to Alaska.

[ ] I've been to China.
[55] I've been to Spain.
[ ] I've been to Japan.
[ ] I've had a fight with someone on AIM/MSN/ICQ.
[56] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face.
[57] I've had serious conversations on any IM.

[58] I've forgiven someone who has done something wrong to me.
[59] I've been forgiven.
[ ] I've screamed at a scary movie. ~ Don't watch 'em.
[ ] I've cried at a chick flick.
[60] I've watched a lot of action movies.
[ ] I've screamed at the top of my lungs. ~ I'm not entirly sure I can...
[ ] I've been to a rap concert.

[ ] I've been to a hip hop concert.
[61] I've lived in more than 2 houses. ~ Something like nine, if I remember correctly.
[62] I've driven on the highway/been on the highway. ~ Um, who hasn't been on a highway?
[63] I've driven more than 40 miles in a day/been in a car that went more than 40 miles in a day.
[64] I've been in a car accident.

[ ] I've done drugs.
[65] I've been homesick.
[66] I've thrown up.
[ ] I've puked on someone.
[67] I've been horseback riding.

[ ] I've filled out more than 10 MySpace surveys. ~ Not MySpace.
[68] I've spoken my mind in public. ~ Heh...
[69] I've proved someone wrong. ~ 'Tis my speciality :P
[70] I've been proven wrong by someone. ~ Me? Never. I'm perfect.
[ ] I've broken a leg.

[ ] I've broken an arm.
[ ] I've fallen off a swing.
[71] I've swung on a swing for more than 30 minutes straight ~ Well, I don't time it...
[ ] I've watched Winnie the Pooh movies.
[72] I've forgotten my backpack when I've gone to school.

[ ] I've lost my backpack.
[ ] I've come close to dying. ~ How do you measure that? I've been in a car, I've been in a plane, I've SCUBA dove - and the tank ran out, etc., but I don't really think I've come close to dying.
[ ] I've seen someone die.
[73] I've known someone who has died.
[74] I've wanted to be an actor/actress at some point.

[ ] I've done modeling.
[75] I've forgotten to brush my teeth some mornings.
[76] I've taken something/someone for granted.
[77] I've realized how good my life is.
[78] I've counted my blessings.
[79] I've made fun of a classmate.
[ ] I've been asked out by someone and I said no.

[80] I've slapped someone in the face. ~ Peske. He's quite a pesk sometimes XD
[ ] I've been skateboarding.
[81] I've been backstabbed by someone I thought was a friend.
[82] I've lied to someone to their face. ~ No, but I've lied to someone to their stomach :P
[83] I've told a little white lie.

[84] I've taken a day off from school just so I don't go insane.
[ ] I've fainted.
[ ] I've had an argument with someone about whether cheerleading is a sport or not.
[85] I've pushed someone into a pool.
[86] I've been pushed into a pool. ~ Peske and Theo in fourth grade, into Theo's unheated pool; in the winter. I won't let them forget it.

Ten Dollars WELL Spent.

Fri, 18 Aug 2006 09:01:06 GMT

Oh yes. SOAP. It was epic. Beyond belief. Quite predictable, and quite cliche, but awesome nonetheless.

And the atmosphere in the audience was probably half the movie. When Sammy Jackson first showed up, everyone cheered. Every time he did anything awesome, everyone cheered. And of course when he said the 'Mother****** snakes on this mother******* Plane!' line, EVERYONE applauded, cheered, and celebrated.

Like I said, it was pretty predictable, lots of horror movie gimmicks (not that it was really a horror film, mostly because of the audience); the first people to get bit were the slutty slut sluts having sex in the bathroom, and the like.

Oooh, and Keenan is in it!! YES!

---

And now, after watching a movie about hundreds of deadly snakes on a big aluminum can hurtling over the pacific, I get to do the same thing!

Um... hopefully without the snakes and the death and the pain and stuff...

So I'm driving home from bowling, in my Dad's car...

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 09:28:07 GMT

And I hear a dull, but loud, thud, like a big acorn landed on the top of the windshield. I get home, and look on the roof, and BAM. Big, goopy, mass of Egg. Someone near Jack in the Box egged my Dad's Mercedes convertible!

Shit.

Anyways, since my last update, there's been a whole lot of random, and awesome stuff, which I don't really feel like writing about. Too much thinking. Had dinner and went bowling with the British kids today, they leave tomorrow.

Family, plus Jordan, will be leaving for Hawaii on Saturday morning, my camera's back from Canon, so there will be much picturing, especially underwater picturing.

And Briana's leaving tomorrow! Makes me sad, it does... :(

i n f o r m a t i o n

1. name: Michael Diamond
2. single or taken: Single, last time I checked
3. sex: Male
4. birthday: 4/14 - You knew that link was coming, didn't you?
6. siblings: Younger brother. Thinks he's black.
7. hair color: Dark brown
8. eye color: Blue. Green. Slate Gray. Depends who you ask. But everyone seems to like my eyes.
9. shoe size: 10
10. height: 5'8-9''

r e l a t i o n s h i p s
1. who are your best friends?: Chris, Jordan, Elizabeth, Briana, Mike, etc. no idea on the order, and I'm probably forgetting people...
2. do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: Not unless they haven't told me

f a s h i o n | s t u f f
1. where is your favorite place to shop: Something techy, Fry's, or the Computer Surplus Store, which I just discovered.
2. any tattoos or piercings: Nope.

s p e c i f i c s
1. do you do drugs?: Nope
2. what kind of shampoo do you use?: Head and Shoulders, I think.
3. what are you most scared of?: dunno
5. who is the last person that called you?: I think Andrew
6. where do you want to get married?: I like CA
7. how many buddies are online right now?: 3, but it is 2 in the morning...
8. what would you change about yourself?: Appearance, I suppose.

f a v o r i t e s
1. color: Green
2. food: Something tasty.
3. boys names: It would be conceited to say Michael, right?
4. girls names: It would probably end up all being people I know/like/admire, so I'm not going to try.
5. subjects in school: Math, because I'm good; Photo/Philosophy, because it's fun; CompSci, because I hope it'll be cool.
6. animals: BEAGLE!
7. sports: Baseball, probably.

h a v e | y o u | e v e r
1. given anyone a bath?: Charlie.
2. smoked?: :|
3. bungee jumped?: No
4. made yourself throw up?: Don't think so
5. skinny dipped?: Nope
6: ever been in love?: Not sure. I don't really think so.
7. made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: I don't get in trouble. What are you talking about?
8. pictured your crush naked?: Probably at some point. Who doesn't?
9. actually seen your crush naked?: Not likely...
10. cried when someone died?: I'm actually not sure; I don't think so.
11. lied: ME?
12. fallen for your best friend?: My best friend is probably Peske... so that'd be a no.
13. been rejected?: Not in so many words...
14. rejected someone?: Nope
15. used someone?: Heh...
16. done something you regret?: I ate Kym's burger at TGI Fridays...

c u r r e n t
clothes: boxers... I'm in bed.
make-up: Lots. I go all emo when I'm alone in my room. :P
annoyance: Having completely screwed up my internal clock.
smell: deodorant
favorite group/artist: Probably still OAR. But Billy Joel's making a comeback
desktop picture: To save memory, I've removed absolutely everything unnecessary from this laptop. It's just blue.
book you're reading: Professional AJAX. Stupidest acronym know to man.
in cd player: Death Cab for Cutie - Plans
in dvd player: Probably still V for Vendetta. Awesomeness.

l a s t | p e r s o n
you touched: Matt. Shook his hand goodbye.
hugged: Mrs. Smith. Now that's silly.
you imed: Andrew
you yelled at: I don't yell much (cept in jest, which I don't keep track of)
you kissed: Excluding family, a girl who's name I don't remember. How pathetic is that?

o p p o s i t e | s e x
what attracts you: Intelligence, Humor
makes you laugh the most: Random silliness
makes you smile: Random silliness
who do you have a crush on: No one, at this point.

d o | y o u | e v e r
sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone special to im you?: If it were that important, I would IM them.
wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: Not really.
wish you were younger: Not really.
cried because someone said something to you?: I don't think so.

N u m b e r
of times i have had my heart broken: At this point, I'd say twice. But I don't think I've ever really had my heart broken; just the teenage version. Maybe not even that.
of hearts i have broken: None, I think. I would feel horrible.
of guys I've kissed: 0
of girls I've kissed: 2 or 3 (does on the hand count?)
of continents you've been to?: 2
of tight friends: Depends on your definition. Probably three, maybe more.
of cds i own: My parents own close to 400, and I listen to several of those. I personally own probably 15-25. I refuse to actually try counting.
of scars on my body: At least three, back of my left hand (industrial glue gun in 2nd grade), left index finger (fillet knife on March 19th, '04), and right index finger (touching the handle of a fire-pit, while it was in use, last Saturday).

F i n a l | Q u e s t i o n s
1. do you like fillings these out?: Ego-maniacal?
2. gold or silver: *shrug*
3. what was the last film you saw at the movies?: Not sure, but I think POTC2 with Elizabeth
7. favorite cartoon/anime?: I don't watch a lot of tv.
8. what did you have for breakfast this morning?: Chinese food and Pizza
10. who would you love being locked in a room with?: Andrew. He has lock-picks.
11. could you live without your computer?: Not if I wanted to make any money.
12. would you color your hair?: Except for shock value, no.
13. could you ever get off the computer?: I will once I finish this...
15. how many people are on your buddy list?: ~70. several are repeats though, Yahoo, AIM, etc.
16. drink alcohol?: Not a drop.

Woo! Done!

dA v5

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 01:56:41 GMT

How sad is it that I woke up this morning, and the first thing that came to mind was 'hey, they're releasing dA v5 today!'?

Irony FTW!

Sun, 06 Aug 2006 00:02:06 GMT

Ok, I'm at Cancerland now, and we're having our semi-annual clearance sale; everything's 50% off. And I'm going through the electronics section, and sitting on the top of a pile of stuff is, get this, an Automatic Cigarette Lighter!

The American Cancer Society was trying to cell a Cigratette Lighter.

Woo!

Capital Risk ~ Or Sommat

Thu, 03 Aug 2006 08:01:56 GMT

It wouldn't surprise me if absolutely everyone who reads this already knows about 'The Awesome Incident' at Cancerland, but hey, I'll type it up anyways. On Saturday I went to Cancerland as usual, did my work in the back, and eventually found my way out front with Frances. We gossiped randomly for a bit; I mocked her girlyness, and discovered that she's a time traveling criminal wanted in something like ten different centuries. Now how awesome is that?

Anyways, eventually our discussion turned to the adjective 'Awesome'. Apparently, when Frances hears this, she absolutely cringes inside, the verbal form of fingernails on a chalkboard. (on a completely unrelated note, how many of you have actually heard fingernails on a chalkboard? I can imagine what it sounds like, but I've never actually heard it...). So I spent the better part of an hour calling her awesome, and trying to persuade her that it really is a compliment, and has no direct relation to guys drinking beer. To no avail, it seems. Despite the fact that we asked Raymond (who has a girlfriend) if he would call her awesome. He said yes, and even said he would do so. I'll have to find out if he did. That would be, well, awesome.

I also find it somewhat humorous that, for whatever it's worth, Frances is the first girl I ever said 'I love you' to - even if it was in jest.

Immediately after Cancerland, my family went to a BBQ party one of my dad's friends was holding. He has a French girl (friend of the family) staying with him, and wanted to introduce her to some of the locals, so I had to go. Dad said I could bring a friend, so I called up just about everyone I know, and, for whatever reason, 5:00pm on Saturday is the time everyone seems to turn off their phones. The only person I reached was Briana, who was busy. So, I went by myself, expecting (and having my mom's permission) to slip out at some point and watch movies with Briana and Co. But when we got there, it turned out Dad had somewhat miscommunicated what was going on, and there was only one other family (and one other teen) there, besides us and the hosts. Not really going to slip out of that one unnoticed, am I?

The other teen was a girl who goes to Harker (and I just realised I didn't even bring up the tutu. How depressing); I couldn't remember which of Elizabeth's friends I know who go there, but she was going into her Junior year anyways, so she probably wouldn't know them. Eh. Anyways, the three of us (French Girl, Harker Girl, and myself) spent a couple hours sitting around doing nothing, kinda chit-chatting, lots of awkward silences, and lots of ranting about Harker and APs. If nothing else, it managed to rejuvenate my love of LGHS a bit; her description (which I realise is probably a tad bias) was of a bunch of stuck up kids who consider anyone who doesn't take five APs and drive at least a Mercedes a lesser being. And Harker kids are apparently completely bloodthirsty, they'll do ABSOLUTELY anything, including betray and lie to 'friends' to get into a good college. (oh, and 'good' starts at Harvard, and goes up...).

My dad and Harker Girl's dad started watching Star Wars III on the big screen TV and everyone was making fun of them, 'boys with their toys', 'midlife-crisis', 'growing down' and other random such nonsense was being thrown around. Eventually everyone left, and we headed home.

Because I was expecting to leave early, I had driven myself, so I was driving home, with dad and mom in dad's car behind me, along Route 9. I'm in the right hand lane (of two) when a guy in a minivan (looked similar to Briana's) makes a left from the median into my side. But instead of pulling into the left hand lane (which would almost make sense) he swings across that lane, RIGHT in front of me. I braked, honked, and thankfully Dad was able to slow down enough not to crash into me.

I was a bit upset, but I just slowed down and let him get farther ahead of me, no big deal, right? I get home in one piece, and as soon as I get out of the car, Dad starts ranting about the crazy driver. I mean, he was seriously pissed. It's interesting, he'll get really upset at the slightest thing (and bigger things, too) whereas I take more prodding that you can probably imagine to really get worked up.

Sunday evening Chris, Theo, Jordan, Michael B and I met up at the Outhouse to play a game of Risk. After about two hours, I'd pretty much won, and we stopped. But throughout the game we'd been talking about changing the rules to make things more interesting, so afterwards we went into the computer room and started drawing up a new set or rules. After two hours or so, we had created what is currently (and temporarily) called Capital Risk. It's a bit to complicated to explain here, but if you check out its Website you can see the basic idea of the game, as well as the development forum. Oh, and if you want, join it. That would be snazzy.

So, at around 10 we finished with the alpha version of the rules, and started a new game to give it a whirl. It's SOOO much better than regular Risk; there's more strategy, more possibilities, more everything. And it's only going to get better. That said, it seems to be longer than the original Risk. We finished (when I turned on Jordan and eliminated him) at 5.

Five in the Morning.

I gave everyone a ride home (we moved the game to my house around one) and the sun was coming up. I got home and went to sleep around 5:30, and Mom woke up less than half an hour later. It was epic, but I suspect it's broken my internal clock.

Nothing significant happened Monday/Tuesday, but today we met up again at the Outhouse to play some more. We got there at 2:30, and the game ran until Seven-ish. I went home, had dinner, and we met up again at 9. The original plan was for us (Chris, Jordan, Sean, and myself) to go for a walk and play D&D - Ha! In your face, people-who-won't-let-me-join-your-group! :P - but Christine and Sean were interested in trying the new version of Risk, so we set up another game. I'm not particularly inclined to discuss that one again, but eventually I went home, and I've been on LJ since.

I've had a minor obsession with the Titanic for years now. Any idea why? Anyways, there's a Titanic exhibit/display in San Francisco through September that's supposed to be quite interesting. Frances said she'd like to go, and Chris said he might (Jordan cringed at the mere mention of Titanic, it was funny). Can I kidnap anyone else? Oh, and I refuse, on principle, to use Caltran. Just in case you were wondering.

I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage
I found that just surviving was a noble fight.
I once believed in causes too,
I had my pointless point of view,
And life went on no matter who was wrong or right.

Thu, 03 Aug 2006 06:45:48 GMT

I feel like shit. I hate feeling like this. And it's over a game, which makes me feel even worse.

In case you didn't know (read next update), Chris, Jordan, Theo, Michael (B), and I have developed a new version of Risk, which is, if I do say so myself, bloody awesome. In association with that, we've played a lot of Risk lately. Two games on Sunday/Monday, and two games today. The first three games, I won (or would have, had we completely finished the game), and won big. I think at least, I was a pretty good sport about it, certainly wasn't rubbing their faces in it, though I suppose I was gloating a bit. That's allowed, right?

Now, in two of these games, I'd ended up backstabbing my allies (Jordan the first time, Chris the second). Not the nicest thing in the world, I admit; but that's the whole fucking point of Risk, isn't it? You need to form alliances to get ahead, but you can't win the game together. Someone has to come out on top, and if I see a MASSIVE hole that'll basically wipe out the only remaining threat, shouldn't I take it?

Anyways, Chris and Jordan decided after the third game that I needed to be destroyed. Both because I kept on winning, and because I ended up backstabbing them. So we start up the first game, and the two of them abandon all pretense, and go straight to trying to kill me. Jordan basically left everything he controlled open to Chris, and Chris, to an extent, did the same, and they both move all their troops down to try and kill me. Christine helped them out, but I don't even really mind that, because she was just playing the game. Wasn't a real smart move on her part, but whatever.

You have to back-stab at some point or another, there's no other way to win. But apparently, breaking an alliance makes you despicable. And it seems, the only appropriate response to the only person who apparently knows how to play the game is to completely destroy the fun in it. Sure, you could play every game by creating a team of five players, killing one, and declaring The Allies the victors, but what fun is that? It's like playing a game with cheats. Sure, you can kill everyone, and there's just about nothing they can do about it, but pretty quickly, the id gets bored, because there's no challenge in clicking 'Kill' a thousand times, and watching the pixels of blood run in rivers of #ff0000.

I almost feel like I'm being a poor sport simply because I lost, but even so, I feel totally justified. I lose many games, and by and large, I don't have a problem with it. Sure, no one likes losing, but generally, it doesn't bother me, because I had fun PLAYING. Where's the fun when you get eliminated in the third round? I don't mind Chris and Jordan teaming up, especially since I'd been beating them before; it gives me a better challenge. But when you start ignoring your own advantages (Jordan left EVERYTHING open, and Chris did nothing) just to spite me, that's when I start saying 'why am I even playing?'.

Does it sound like I'm just being a poor sport? Bleh. I hope not, that would pretty much be worse than being in a bad mood.

FREEEEEEEDOM!!

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 09:09:25 GMT

Math Class Is Over!!! It's been six weeks of full on math, and in theory I've just passed Algebra II Acc. Tuesday was supposed to be the last exam (of three, separate from the final) but West Valley had a power outage, so we ended up not having to take it. Wed we spent about an hour re-covering everything we'd learned for the final on Thursday ~ there wasn't even going to be an absolute value graph on the test. How depressing... Anyways, Thursday, last day of class, he let people show up early if the thought they'd need extra time, or if they just wanted to be done early, so when I showed up spot on at 6, I was the last person there. Despite that, I was the third person done. I got stuck on two log problems (stupid properties of logs...) but other than that, I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't get full credit.

I've known about Facebook for several months now, but never even visited the website. Then the other day, in a random fit of inspiration, I tried to create an account. But alas, Facebook requires either an invitation or a school email address to register. And no one was online (I think inspiration struck at something like two AM). Eventually I was online, and Elizabeth was online, and I asked her if she had an account, and she did, so she invited me, and so now, as horrifying as it sounds, I have a Facebook! http://hs.facebook.com/r.php?invid=1045260104&key=15a76a7c3f&a=1

My camera (Canon Powershot S1 IS) has been developing a nice layer of dust on the CCD (digital replacement for film, for those who don't know) and the image quality's been deteriorating. So we sent it back to Canon to see if they would clean (or even replace. that would be cool) the CCD under warranty. So I don't have my camera, it's quite depressing. But I do still have my camera phone, and Facebook has an cameraphone upload system, so all is not lost. Just most of it. Better get it back before the 18th...

Today - Ok, yesterday - we (being Briana, Andrew, and Sam) went to the Gilroy Garlic Festival. I discovered that Sam is a master PunMeister, no doubt only outmatched by the great Will himself. Briana and Andrew had been before, but Sam and I hadn't, and it was... interesting.

The whole thing is a fundraiser for unnamed charities, and it's so friggin' massive, they have more than 4000 volunteers. That's not a typo. 4000. There must be a couple hundred tents set up, primarily for artisan booths, but lots and lots of garlic-based food and merchandise as well. It was quite a fun trek, plus, I had the odd experience of trying Garlic Ice Cream...

From there we went back to Andrew's house, and Mike came over, and we played Taboo for a while, until Andrew and Mike decided they'd been 'Burnenated' enough... at which point Andrew put on a show called 'Clone High', where all sorts of celebrities throughout history have been cloned, and now they're growing up together. If nothing else, the creators deserve credit for an original plot. It follows Abe Lincoln, who's a rather dweebish personality, along with his friends Joan of Arc (who has a crush on Abe, but he's clueless), and Gandhi, who is absolutely popularity-obsessed. JFK is the Asshole Jock, and Cleopatra is the Hot Girl, who Abe has a crush on. The whole thing is insanely funny, so long as you don't mind naughty Gandhi.

Both Garlicing and Tabooing we invited Elizabeth (plus bowling earlier) and now three time's she's been 'Busy' with 'other friends'. I'm beginning to suspect she doesn't really love us. It's all just an act to trick us... ;)

When I got home, around 6, a guy from Planet Magpie (tech company) came out with a couple of wireless repeaters that he configured and set up throughout the house; so in theory, our entire house has a strong wireless signal now. For the first time since we've lived here, I have a good signal in my room. Woo! This inspired me (more inspiration? I just might be trying to kill myself) to go through my laptop - which is my dad's crappy old laptop - and disable just about every single feature of WinXP, so that now it's running basically an overstuffed version of Windows 2000 - but you could almost call it fast! Woo. The guy from Planet Magpie also showed me something really, really nifty. http://www.sandisk.com/Products/Default.aspx?CatID=1168
This is a USB microdrive. Nothing really special about that, right? $200 for 4gigs, ok... But what it has that makes it so cool, is you can set it up to hold modified executable (.exe) files on it, so that programs can run straight off of it, without having to install them or anything. Your programs, on any computer you want. Now that's snazzy.

I decided to go ahead and get the Sponsored account (or whatever they're calling it this week). The only thing I've really utilized yet is the UserPics, but now I've got a whole bunch more. Almost all of them are Sinfest snippets, featuring Pooch. In case you didn't know, I'm madly in love with pooch. He's awesome beyond belief.

EDIT 12:24PM: I forgot to mention this last night (this is what you get for writing a journal at two in the morning) but here goes: Presumably most people reading this know Will Kapp, or at least know who he is; but in case you don't, Will is, almost definitely, the closest thing we have to a 'jock' at our school. He plays more sports that I can think of, including a varsity quarterback at the start of the year. I think we've known each other since fourth or fifth grade, but either way, some time now. We've always been on good terms, but nothing buddy-buddy, you know what I mean? In any case, we haven't had any classes together lately, so I haven't really talked to him in a while. Despite that, he's seen me twice this summer, once showing my aunt the high school, and last night, walking to the car after dinner, and he's gotten my attention to say Hi! and we exchanged greetings, you know that kind of conversation. I really think that's cool for a couple of reasons. First, personally, it's always nice for people to go out of there way to be friendly. I would understand (and by and large expect) people who I know from class to not do more than acknowledge me in passing, a little head nod, or whatever. I've always been pretty self-confident (excluding random paranoia that has no meaning) but it's nice for people to back that up.

Then also, on a broader social scale, it's really interesting that Will (and other people) are like that. Despite the fact that Will is a jock to the umpteenth degree, and despite the fact that I'm a debater, geeky kinda guy, we're 'friends' to some extent or another. This is one of the reasons why I love LGHS so much; we really do not have segregated groups. The stereotypical high school has very hard-set groups. You've got the Jocks, who all sit at a table, shunning everyone but the cheerleaders, who also shun everyone else away from their table. There's the Motor Heads, and the Metal Heads, the Band Geeks and the Nerds, and plenty more. And there isn't interaction between these groups beyond keeping each other out, and especially for the Jocks, keeping everyone else down. Yet at LG there is just about none of that. Jocks are friends with band kids, nerds hang out with metal heads, dorks are friends with debaters, and on and on (but no one really likes the cheerleaders XD). There aren't really even the groups that I described; sure, people who listen to metal hang out with other people who listen to metal, but they don't really create their own groups, and they certainly don't segregate themselves from everyone else.

I don't know about you, but I find that to be really, really cool.

So I said Johnny whatcha doing tonight?
He looked at me with a face full of fright
And I said, how bout a revolution?

Smoking and Such

Thu, 20 Jul 2006 07:26:45 GMT

I think it's interesting just how much respect people lose with me when I realise they smoke. I try not to let it show, and I think I'm successful in that, since they don't seem to detect any change in attitude, but I seriously doubt I could ever respect someone who smokes.

Several people in my math class smoke, like one woman who always asks me for help before the teacher. (I think I've told you about her already, right?) Anyways, I realised a few weeks ago that she smokes, and ever since, I haven't had the slightest interest to talk to her. I'll still help her if she asks, but that's the extent of it.

Better example, there's a kid/guy in the class who is, as far as I can tell, very good at math. And while I get all the quizzes and tests done before him (and everyone else, for that matter) I wouldn't be surprised if he gets better grades on them. I discovered that he smokes the other day, and now, I couldn't care less if he's a thousand times smarter than me, I'm better than him in every sense of the word.

It's somewhat interesting that I feel so strongly about smoking. Sure, I work for the ACS, but I've never known anyone (close) who's died of lung cancer, or even had any problems with smoking. The only person I know of in my family who smoke(ed) is my Grandfather, and as far as I know, he hasn't had any problems related to it. I have no idea where my feelings come from, certainly not D.A.R.E., I doubt they managed to persuade much of anyone, let alone me. My parents don't smoke, and I'm sure they wouldn't be happy, to say the least, if I did, but they've never been Gung-Ho about it, I'm not sure if it's ever even come up in a serious discussion; it's just been a given that I wouldn't smoke.

Or drink, for that matter, I've known for ages that I wouldn't have any alcohol until I was 21, if that. I know too many people to really not respect high schoolers who drink, but they certainly don't gain any standing from it. I'd say that's really more of the fact that when people under 21 drink, you can safely assume they abuse it, whereas most people who drink it legally drink in moderation.

Again, no reason for me to be so disdainful of drinkers, the illegal part of it doesn't really bother me, I don't know anyone who's an alcoholic, I don't know anyone who's died from a drunk driver, or anything like that. Yet, as Elizabeth, Briana, and Juhi learned the other day, I would be happy to see every person who gets a DUI lose their license for good.

I think possibly, it has to do with the kind of person who smokes, or drinks a lot, or, worst of all, drinks and drives, more than the actual habit itself. No, scratch that. That's true for the drinking, but the smoking, or drinking and driving, that's something more, something that I can really only call despicable.

Hey, if you smoke, or drink, that's your prerogative, I hope I haven't offended anyone who reads this and does either of those things (note that I didn't mention drunk drivers ~ if anyone who's ever gotten a DUI reads this, I hope you know just how absolutely horrible you are) but that's how I feel, and if you care about what I think of you, I'd suggest dropping the habit, or at least not letting me know about it, because I'm not gonna change my mind.

Edit - 7/26/06: The ads at the bottom of the page are all links to Quitting Smoking and such. XD

BEACH!

Tue, 18 Jul 2006 18:58:36 GMT

I am burned. It is pain. I cry now.

Actually, I'm not too badly burned, just enough that it's not enjoyable to turn my head.

On Sunday, I woke up at 7 in the morning (curse you Briana) to get ready to go to the beach with a bunch of people, Briana, Elizabeth, Jeremy, Juhi, Mike, Andrew, and Shoshana. Elizabeth and I went with Jeremy and his dad, and spent much of the ride over the mountains trying to remember what Synthetic Division was called.

We got to the beach, and Jeremy's dad went off to work, so the three of us set up temporary camp to wait for the others to show up. I started digging a hole, and then so did the other two, and we started trying to make a tunnel. Eventually Jeremy took over my tunnel, and Elizabeth was reaching so deep that it looked very much like she was going to fall it. In fact, her face was in the sand, so when she came up, she had a thin layer of sand on her chin and cheeks, and it looked like she had a beard. It was fantastical funny. (Elizabeth, you should grow a beard. It would be cool :P)

Briana and Juhi eventually show up, but they drive right past us, so Jeremy runs along the beach after them. We call them and tell them to turn around, but Jeremy keeps on running, and doesn't hear us. He just kept on going down the beach into the fog until he was out of sight.

After everyone was reunited, we trekked to the BBQ area and set up there. Mike, Andrew, and Shoshana showed up, and we cooked hot dogs and chicken and ate lots of junk food.

We went down to the beach around midday and Elizabeth, Briana, Shoshana, and myself went down to the water ~ I jumped in head first, and the four of us proceed to boogie-board for the better part of an hour, intermittently trying to pull in Andrew, and Juhi, and anyone else who came near. Eventually we just got too cold, so we went back to the beach where we sat around, and slept, and put ice on people, and other equally silly things.

Then we buried Andrew, and then Shoshana, and tried to pour water on her, but the sand swallowed it all up, despite our valiant efforts. (Most of my pics are of the burying)

Eventually the four of us went back into the water for more boogie-ing, and I proceeded to get injured several times by the board. Around 4 we headed back in, and everyone was ready to go by that point, so we showered, changed, and Mike and co. left. Jeremy's dad was nowhere to be found, so we waited for him. Eventually we left too, and proceed to go North on Rt. 1, when apparently, to go north, you're supposed to go south... we eventually figured it out, got on the highway, and got home.

Everyone + Francis came over to my house, and several people played scrabble, and we watched a portion of a really stupid Chevy Chase movie ~ we killed it after a while ~ and ate chinese food. There was talk that Mike and Francis are dating - or should be. Then around nine everyone left, and that was the end of that.

LINKY: http://www.digitalgemstones.com/beach/ ~ And don't tell me how the're composed horribly. I don't care. Besides, maybe the beach was at a 20degree slant :P

EDIT: Since I created the subdirectory /beach/ on Tuesday, it's been visited 60 times. That's kinda awesome...

It's kinda funny what song was playing when I finished writing this, (I Don't Want To Be Alone), because I was debating whether or not to say how I get remotely depressed every time people leave, especially Elizabeth, Briana, and Mike. Since that's the song, I thought I'd put it up.

My Precious

Sun, 16 Jul 2006 03:06:13 GMT

Microsoft Windows 98's secret:

Recently one of my friends, a computer wizard, paid me a visit. As we were talking I mentioned having recently installed Windows 98 on my PC and that I am very happy with this operating system. I also showed him the Windows 98 CD, and to my surprise he threw it into my micro-wave oven and turned on the oven. Instantly I got very upset, because the CD had become precious to me, but he said: 'Do not worry, it is unharmed.'

After a few minutes he took the CD out, gave it to me and said: 'Take a close look at it.' To my surprise the CD was quite cold to hold and it seemed to be heavier than before. At first I could not see anything, but then on the inner edge of the central hole I saw an inscription; an inscription finer than anything I have ever seen before. The inscription shone piercingly bright, and yet remote, as if out of a great depth:

4F6E65204F5320746F2072756C65207468656D20616C6C2C204F6E65204F5320746
F2066696E64207468656D2CDA4F6E65204F5320746F206272696E67207468656D20
616C6C20616E6420696E20746865206461726B6E6573732062696E64207468656D

'I cannot understand the fiery letters,' I said.

'No,' he said 'but I can. The letters are Hex, of an ancient mode, but the language is that of Microsoft, which I shall not utter here. But in common English this is what it says:

One OS to rule them all, One OS to find them,
One OS to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.

And what's perhaps even more amusing, is I found this on snopes.com, since someone apparently sent it in, asking if it was a hoax. http://www.snopes.com/humor/question/requests2.asp

Oh, and the hex? It really does say that.

Looooong Meme

Mon, 10 Jul 2006 20:49:29 GMT

(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)

× I miss somebody right now.	✓ I don't watch much TV these days.	✓ I own lots of books.
× I wear glasses or contact lenses.	✓ I love to play video games.	× I've tried marijuana.
× I've watched porn movies.	× I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.	✓ I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
✓ I curse sometimes. (Heh... More than sometimes...)	✓ I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.	× I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.

* * * * *

× I have broken someone's bones.	× I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.	× I hate the rain. (It's awesome!)
✓ I'm paranoid at times. (I always think people don't really like me...)	× I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.	✓ I need/want money right now. (Doesn't everyome?)
× I love sushi.	× I talk really, really fast.	× I have fresh breath in the morning. (ummmm...)
× I have long hair.	× I have lost money in Las Vegas.	✓ I have at least one sibling.
× I was born in a country outside of the U.S. (But I lived in England! w00t)	× I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.	× I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
× I like the way that I look. (Well, I don't dislike* it...)*	✓ I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months. (And I always feel bad...)	× I am usually pessimistic. (Hell no.)
× I have a lot of mood swings.	× I think prostitution should be legalized.	× I slept with a roommate. (I didn't get this for a few seconds...)
× I have a hidden talent.	× I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.	✓ I have a lot of friends.
× I have pecked someone of the same sex.	× I enjoy talking on the phone.	× I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
× I love to shop and/or window shop.	× I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.	× I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
✓ I have a mobile phone.	× I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.	× I've rejected someone before.
× I currently like/love someone.	× I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.	✓ I want to have children in the future.
× I have changed a diaper before.	× I've called the cops on a friend before.	× I'm not allergic to anything.
✓ I have a lot to learn.	× I am shy around the opposite sex. (Nah...)	× I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.
✓ I have at least 5 away messages saved. (I should make more)	× I have tried alcohol or drugs before.	× I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
× I own the "South Park" movie.	× I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal. (I have for dA)	✓ I enjoy some country music. ('some' being like two or three...)
✓ I would die for my best friends.	× I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.	× I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
× I think Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.	× I have dated a close friend's ex.	✓ I am happy at this moment.
× I'm obsessed with guys.	✓ Democrat.	× Republican.
× I don't even know what I am.	× I am punk rockish.	× I go for older guys/girls, not younger.
× I study for tests most of the time. (Study? What is this 'study' you speak of?)	✓ I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met. (I've been told that, anyways...)	× I can work on a car.
✓ I love my job(s). (I wouldn't do it if I didn't.)	✓ I am comfortable with who I am right now.	× I have more than just my ears pierced.
× I walk barefoot wherever I can.	× I have jumped off a bridge.	✓ I love sea turtles. (Funny story about that...)
× I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.	✓ I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.	× I am proficient on a musical instrument.
× I hate office jobs.	× I went to college out of state.	× I am adopted.
✓ I am a pyro.	× I have thrown up from crying too much.	✓ I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.
× I fall for the worst people.	× I adore bright colours.	× I usually like covers better than originals.
× I hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.	✓ I can pick up things with my toes. (is awesome)	× I can't whistle. (Perhaps I actually should check 'I am proficeint on a musical instrument'...)
✓ I have ridden/owned a horse. (In England I had riding lessons once or twice.)	✓ I still have every journal I've ever written in. (Well, LJ's the only one...)	× I talk in my sleep.
× I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.	× I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.	× I wear a toe ring.
× I have a tattoo.	× I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.	× I am a caffeine junkie. (Not really; I don't drink soda, and I don't like coffee/energy drinks.)
× I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.	× If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder. (I know someone who would...)	× I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.
× I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner. (I don't drink.)	✓ I'm an artist.	✓ I am ambidextrous. (Exept for writing, which I suck at with either hand.)
× I sleep with so many stuffed animals, I can hardly fit on my bed.	× If it weren't for having to see other people naked, I'd live in a nudist colony. (Um...)	× I have terrible teeth.
× I hate my toes.	✓ I did this meme even though I wasn't tagged by the person who took it before me. (I don't know if you'd call it tagging...)	× I have more friends on the internet than in real life. (Nah, but it's cool getting to know people you'll never meet.)
✓ I have lived in either three different states or countries. (Four states, two contries, and nine houses...)	× I am extremely flexible.	× I love hugs more than kisses. (Dunno, I don't have a girlfriend, so kisses are rather rare...)
✓ I want to own my own business.	× I smoke. (Not on your life.)	✓ I spend way too much time on the computer than on anything else.
✓ Nobody has ever said I'm normal. (I seriously doubt it.)	✓ Sad movies, games, and the like can cause a trickle of tears every now and then.	× I am proficient in the use of many types of firearms and combat weapons. (I should be. That would be cool. But then I might become a redneck...)
× I like the way women look in stylized men's suits.	✓ I don't like it when people are unpleased or seem unpleased with me.	× I have been described as a dreamer or likely to have my head up in the clouds.
× I have played strip poker with someone else before.	× I have had emotional problems for which I have sought professional help.	× I believe in ghosts and the paranormal.
✓ I can't stand being alone. (I don't count spending time on the computer as alone, since I'm always talking to people...)	× I have at least one obsession at any given time.	× I weigh myself, pee/poo, and then weigh myself again.
× I consistently spend way too much money on obsessions-of-the-moment.	× I'm a judgmental asshole.	× I'm a HUGE drama-queen.
✓ I have travelled on more than one continent.	× I sometimes wish my father would just disappear. (Very rarely)	× I need people to tell me I'm good at something in order to feel that I am.
× I am a Libertarian.	× I can speak more than one language. (I hate languages. But if you count programming languages, I'll check the box...)	× I can fall asleep even if the whole room is as noisy as it can be.
✓ I would rather read than watch TV.	× I like reading fact more than fiction. (Nah, fact, by and large, is boring.)	✓ I have pulled an all-nighter on an assignment I was given a month to do. (:D)
✓ I have no piercings.	✓ I have spent the night in a train station or other public place. (Phoenix Airport)	× I have been so upset over my physical gender that I cried.
× I once spent Christmas completely alone because there was a miscommunication on which parent was supposed to have me that night.	× There have been times when I have wondered "Why was I born?" and may/may not have cried over it.	× I like most animals better than most people.
× I own a collection of retro games consoles.	× The thought of physical exercise makes me shiver.	× I have hit someone with a dead fish. (I've hit someone with a living fish...)
× I am compulsively honest. (Sometimes, but not enough.)	× I was born with a congenital birth defect that has never been repaired. (Does weird count?)	× I have danced topless in front of dozens of complete strangers.
× I have gone from wishing I was a girl to revelling in being a boy to feeling like a girl again in the span of five minutes, and not cared a whit for my actual sex.	× I am unashamedly bisexual, and have different motivations for my desires for different genders.	× I sometimes won't sleep a whole night or eat a whole day because I forget to. (I can't imagine how some people do that...)
× I find it impossible to get to sleep without some kind of music on. (Not impossible, per say)	× I dislike milk. (Drink it every day...)	× I obsessively wash my hands.
× I always carry something significant around with me. (Well, I always have my wallet, phone, notepad, and iRiver with me, but I'd think significant has a bit more meaning...)	× Sometimes I'd rather wear a wig in day-to-day life than use my own hair.	✓ I've pushed myself to become more self-aware and thereby more aware of others.
× Even though I live on my own I still cry sometimes because I miss my mother.	✓ I hand wrote all the HTML tags in this document. (The site didn't output the code (stupid no good PHP coder -_- ))	✓ I've liked something which a majority of people claimed was either bad or weird. (More often Vice Versa)
× I have been clinically dead for a brief period of time.	× Instead of feeling sympathy/empathy with people and their problems, I simply become annoyed. (I'm a really good listener, apparently.)	× I participate/have participated in auto drag races and won.
× I do not 'get' most comedy acts.	× I don't think strippers are money-greedy or slutty for dancing.	× I don't like to chew gum. (Heh.)
× I am obsessed with history/historical things and can't wait for someone to build a time machine so I can be the first to use it. (I am obsessed with dates, but I don't really want to go back in time...)	× I can never remember for the life of me where I parked the car.	× I had the TEEN ANGST thing going for at least 2-3 years. (I've never had that :))
✓ I wish people would be more empathic and honest with each other.	× I play Dungeons and Dragons weekly. (I play sporaticly)	× I love to sing.
× I want to live in my mother's basement when I grow up. (Does my mother have a basement?)	× I have a custom-built computer.	× I want to create a certain someone's babies, even though there's a 0% possiblity of ever achieving it. (O_o)
× I would be in a relationship with one of my pets if they were human.	× I've gone skinny-dipping.	× I've performed in three plays.
✓ I enjoy burritos. (There alright...)	✓ I'm Irish and loving it.	× I have a thing for redheads. (Yes, people with misnamed hair really turn me on...)
× I am a twin!	× Most of the times, I'd rather do something intellectual instead of doing something generically 'fun'.	× Once I set out to finish something, I always stay at it until it is completed before I move on to something else.
× I wish there were a way to erase past mistakes. (Occasionaly, but I try very hard to make mistakes into positive events.)	× I sleep more than 12 hours a day.	× I wish I could be prouder of what I've accomplished, but it's never enough.
× I need more time to myself.	✓ I wish I was more open-minded. (I try, but I can always be better)	× I hope that I go really prematurely grey.
✓ I download songs from the internet.	× I've just reenacted chapter 58 of Death Note with my best friend.	✓ I say random things to freak people out. (evillaugh)
× I'm still a little mad about the ending of Death Note.	× I love playing Truth or Dare. (I haven't played it enough to really know)	× I love listening to slow music, but I hate singing to it.
× Music helps me remember that I am not alone.	× Playing my favorite sport makes me temporarily forget my problems.	× I think this survey is particularly long.
× I prefer my LJ friends to my real-life ones.	× I can only hate someone that I love. (I don't think only, but I belive hate often stems from love.)	× I've ordered an extra two shots of espresso to an Americano at Starbucks.

Dances

Wed, 05 Jul 2006 07:41:31 GMT

Duuuuude. Party. Twas awesome.

Four people who said they'd be there weren't, and for whatever reason, everyone I know on LJ didn't come...

But other than that, Chris, Theo, Mike B, Sean, and later Jordan all came, and we sat around for a bit talking, then went elsewhere and did random things for a bit, and around 4 we all went into the kitchen and broke in a new set of Apples to Apples. That game is phenomenal. We played till about nine (With breaks here and there, but still) and I recorded the last three hours, so now, among other things, I have digital proof that Jordan is just about every kind of sexual deviant you can think of... and several you can't. At some point, I'll probably upload a compressed (As in highlights reel) version to be entertained by. There was a little kid named Hal who played with us for a while, and he was LOUD. Seemed nice enough, had that 'annoying little kid' bit going, but wasn't too bad, except he seemed to think we were on the other side of a stadium, not a table. Jordan thought he was a girl for just about the whole game.

Throughout this, my dad and my brother were grilling hot dogs, ham/cheeseburgers, and chicken-kabobs galore; there were salads and deserts everywhere, plus the night before, I made a gallon of homemade ice cream, which was, if I do say so myself, awesome.

My brother's evil little friends brought a bunch of fireworks which they set off in the back yard (they got my parent's permission; I'm stricter than my parent's, isn't that weird? - They let him go TPing, launch fireworks, etc.)

We (being my friends, not everyone) then drove up the back end of Kennedy into the mountains to find a vantage point to watch the fireworks in the valley. Nothing really spectacular, because we were too far away, but occasionally there would be a loud boom, and amusingly it looked very much like SJ was under attack, so we spent several minutes talking about possible invasion tactic's, like a massive air invasion - into Iowa, and launching troops into the US on the heads of intercontinental missiles.

We came back, hung out for a bit, and then I took them home. Ahhhh, grand day.

EDIT: I just got my SAT scores back from the June 3rd test... and I got a 2030!

Conceited Much?

Fri, 30 Jun 2006 06:27:25 GMT

Math class is going well, the teacher's cool, and by and large the class is enjoyable. A bit slow though. That might be because LGHS is awesome, but these folks really take a long time. For instance, our first Exam was on Wednesday, start of class. 6:00 sharp he passes out tests. Twenty questions, covering everything we've done so far. Twenty questions, not too bad, right? I was done by 6:30, and got out my homework to get a head start. No one else was done yet. In fact, no one else was finished for another half an hour. And many people worked right up to the deadline, 7:30. What the hell?

In any case, there's one girl who's the only problem student. Forever talking, either to other students around her while Greg is talking, or just talking out loud, wasting time, etc. She was in my group today (he does group work just about every day, which is kinda cool), and as soon as we start, she says 'Ok, if anyone has any questions, don't be afraid to ask me!'. True, that is the point of the group work, but she sounded like a total bitch while saying it. Then one woman who's struggling made the mistake of asking this girl. While she did explain the problem, she was acting as if the woman didn't understand a thing: 'you know what this 2 means, right? it means the number's squared, which means you take the number, and you multiply it by itself. Do you know how that's different from the number times 2?...' on and on. I was just continuously cringing inside.

That said, I have to recognize that possibly, subconsciously, she was pissing me off because she was stealing my spotlight. Since the class started, I've been the go-to guy for the class, if someone needs help, they ask me, often before even asking Greg. I don't try to flaunt the fact that I'm good at this stuff, but I admit it bugged me that she was acting Queen Number.

Anyways, I'm done venting now.

I'm debating about getting a sponsored account. tall_rich has some really awesome Mood Icons, that I am debating whether or not to steal, and I dislike the pre-provided icons anyways. Plus, more stuff is always cool. I'm not about to buy a subscription (maybe if I become more addicted to lj, but not yet) but sponsored seems reasonable. What should I do, say you?

Save The Last Dance For Me is silly. Weird combo of paranoia and swinging.

Math

Fri, 23 Jun 2006 05:16:32 GMT

For those of you who didn't know, I'm taking a math class over the summer to jump ahead for next year. Not much to say, other than the fact that I hate the LG ~~Junior~~ Senior Class. More.

More importantly, this means that, through the end of July, I'm going to be busy 6-9ish MTWTh. But Fridays and Sundays I'm TOTALY FREE. Let us all rock out and do random stuff then, or during the day, when I'm also not busy. WHEEEEEE!

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My friends say I'm crazy and I agree,
But thats okay cause thats the way I like to be

I say
Hey girl, come with me and let yourself go...