I hate things
Well, I figured out that I hate a lot of crap in the past few days. Here's the list:

1. Bots
2. The theme song from the O.C. (Californiaaaaaaa!)
3. Jak and Daxter (the game, if you didn't know)
4. More specifically, the 'special ending' for Jak and Daxter
5. People who say 'Not this chat, rofl!' in a chat room

Alright, seems I have the list, but I'm guessing some of you are saying "But, Josh, why do u hate all that stuff, rofl?!?". Well, that's what this blog and a big ol' chunk of my time is for, isn't it?

To start it off, I'll further indulge my hate for bots and the people who make them by explaining myself. But, first, I'd like to get one thing straight. The 'bots' that I am talking about are the ones in chat rooms and instant messages talking about their webcam, awesome bisexual sister, or some other lie. Especially when they repeat their tactic multiple times, but you can't report them because as soon as they send the message, they've already signed off. And to add to the anger I have, most of the time they screw up my conversations online by popping up over the people I was talking to. Happily, the IM ones can eb blocked pretty easily because just about all of the people I talk to on AOL in instant message format, are on my buddy list. That's definately the greatest use for the 'allow only people on my buddy list' function in AOL's built in Instant Messenger.

Progressing along smoothly, we come to the next topic. The theme song from the O.C. The song is by Phantom Planet, which I've been told is a good band, but aparently, the requirements for this song were to repeat the same phrase over and over, but insert a few random phrases in between to make it not seem like a friggin heap of crap. If that song comes up on my playlist again (I still haven't deleted it because my playlist is about 350 songs) I'm going to make three copies send one to people in a chain letter. "Delete this song, or you will be forever tortured by the crap that it is. Send this to 100 people before midnight or I will come to your house and vandalize your rose bushes" or something to that effect. Then, I would delete that copy, making my anger subside slightly, then move on to the next copy, which I would burn onto a cd and once done, I would microwave it. The third copy, I would just delete, but as for the original, oh, I can't even say what I'd do with it. That would violate way too many laws.

For the third and fourth things I hate, I will only do one explanation. They are, in fact, similar, don't you think? Well, the reason for my hatred toward Jak and Daxter itself is that it had a crappy plot, it only took me a total of 4 hours to fully beat it, and the scoutflys were the stupidest idea ever. I mean, if the people sent me out on missions to get 'power cells'....and the scout flies belonged to the person who needed the 'power cells'....and I got a 'power cell' for returning the scout flies....WHY DIDN'T THEY JUST USE THE EXTRA POWER CELLS THEY HAD? I mean, logically, if you had an object that you needed to use to do what you wanted to do...and it required using that object....and you were going to use it eventually ANYWAY...wouldn't you use it? No sense.

As for the secret ending (I realize that it turned into two explanations), I had to collect 100 of the 101 'power cells'. Just the fact that there were 101 should be enough to show that this game was stupid. I mean, for a secret ending...you should have to get ALL of the stuff. But, anyway, after getting all 100, I saw the secret ending....Oh, how I hate that game...For starters, the secret ending consisted of the characters looking at a door as it opened and saying, "I wonder what that is?" when it was really bright...which lasted...A TOTAL OF SIX SECONDS...Then, they showed the credits, that last a good 20 minutes. Literally.

I'm not even going to get into how much I hate the stupid people who say "HEy all!!", then a little bit later they come out and say the most retarded thing...ever..."Not this chat, rofl!!!". See, it wouldn't be as bad if only one person did it once in a while, with a reason to do it...but, we don't live in that world, no, we live in the world where people find that funny. I don't.

That was it, and boy, am I glad to get that off of my chest.