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School is Making Me Stupid - By: -10/25/02 - 12:54
My school is turning my brain into shit. I can't stay focused at all. It's like school transmits ADD, becuase I constantly get side tracked. One minute I can be writing something and the next I find myself staring into oblivion thinkin about what I'm gonna do with my life. You may see this as normal, but its not if it happens every 5 minutes. My HTML skills have been turning into shit also. *Not that I'm the master, because I just got into stylesheets like two weeks ago* I consider myself pretty HTML savvy none the less, but last week, and today made me think. Last week I was in Web Pub and spent like 20 min tryin to figure out why my hover effect didn’t work. Then when I went over my stylesheet for the 110th time I saw that I had an equals thingy in the tag. You may have no clue what I'm talkin about, but I assure you that the people who do are dying with laughter, or sayin, "God he's stupid". Then today, I nearly had another seizure thinkin about how I could get text to wrap around a pic. I thought I tried everything, but apparently aligning the image one way and aligning the text the other fixed it. I have no clue why I couldn't figure that out on my own. The solution was so simple that I should have been shot for having that problem. So after all of this, I have come to the conclusion that school has done this to me. School is the only place that surrounds me with stupidity for 6 hours at a time. It's a known fact that placing a dumbass in an environment with people of higher intelligence will bring the dumbass up a few levels, so why can't it work the other way around. If you're sayin that this isn't a known fact then you don't know shit, so Booyah!!!!! This has been another waste of you time. -FIN-

I Don't Steal Things, I Make Them Better - By: -10/24/02 - 1:52

Holy ass its late. I'm gonna feel this when i get up for school, but I love you people so I dont mind. My friend Jorden came out of the blue one day and mentioned baby jesus back ribs, and I nearly died with laughter. I already a similar joke, but in no way did it involve Jesus, so I told him that I'd make a picture for him. In the end the jesus idea didnt stick, because I want people to come back to my site. So I give him credit for inspiring me to do the picture.

School of the Damned - By: -10/23/02 - 20:21
School is supposed to be stuffed with fancy book learning, and all that good stuff, but I feel that my school gives all the required training to be *Everything Wrong with America*. Thats a big responsibility I guess, but like anything else, someone has to do it. -On the Way- Well you see, I have God in my pocket as far as CD players go. I have a badass silver Sony Walkman. *It better be badass, the thing cost 80 bucks* Anyways, as usual I've got the goods to go along with it, which are various Nine Inch Nails, Radiohead, and Primer 55 CD's. They all reside in my hall of fame CD case. These items aid me in blocking out the tons of stupidity I have to wade through every fucking day. I just pop on my overly expensive head phones and ignore everyone on the bus, but sometimes people happen to break through my anti-stupidity shield. For example, I’m chillin in the back left corner seat listening to -Gave Up- *My fav. NIN song*, and this fool, um we'll call him.... oh shit I can't remember his name anyways hahaha. Lets call him Mongolo. Yeah, well anyways, he ends my euphoria by tapping me with his thermos, and going "Hot Chocolate!!!", then makes this gesture that makes the thermos seem like its doing a thumbs up. This action makes me do the deer in the headlights thing, so I give him the stare of death in return, and turn back towards my awesome window. Then, this other kid, who we'll also call Mongolo, taps me and asks what I'm listening to, and I reply "music, because I’m dark like that.". *I'm black by the way, so it has a added effect* This doesn't seem to shut him up at all, and he asks again. Now, I’ve missed about 2 min of the song so I just hit rew and pause the damn thing. Then I reply further by letting out a huge sigh and saying, "What I listen to". This seems to work better for some reason, so I hit the play button. To make it so bad, over the last few months I've made it clear that I don’t want to talk to them. Yay, the bus ride is over, and its time to do the sulk walk to my classroom. - Period 1: U.S. History- This has got to be my worst class by far. The teacher is retarded, or two steps above illiterate. One day she was talkin about the 20's, which happens to be "The Jazz Age" I'm taking notes or whatever and she says somethin, then says the word mugicians. This is not a typo. She fuckin said *Mew-Ji-Shuns*. The class burst into laughter, which clearly hurt her feelings, but she was a little trooper and hung in there. She has like a 5th grade reading level so you can imagine what thats like. She constantly needs help with words. She even asked my friend Ryan what a word was. He looked at here in stupefied amazement and said, "Umm, that says meridian" Then she goes even further by asking him what it meant. We even found out that she didn't have her New Mexico Teaching License during her first two weeks of teaching the class. Yesterday while the class was in the library she said "Be sure to pick up any rocks... I mean paper up from around your seats. Then today she said the same thing but says scissors this time instead of rocks. This chick in my class thinks that she's obsessed with Rock Paper Scissors, but I think our teacher is just fuckin stupid. -Period 3: Foods- This class was given to me to fill up space on my schedule, even though I specifically said that I didn’t want a 4th class. I'm graduating early *in 2 months*, anyways so I didn't bitch. Foods isn’t all that bad though, its actually my fav. class now that I think about it. I get to eat food, and its an easy A. What puzzles me is that according to this one girl in the class, me saying sit down fool, means sit down... on my lap. I’m not complaining, but this is all in plain sight of the teacher. The teacher starts walking down the row and I'm like oooooh shit I'm goin down for sexual harassment now, but the teacher just walks past like nothings happening. I'm glad she didn’t say shit to me, but this further shows the quality of our education system. The other two classes just consist of a retarded kid, and a chick that I hate, so they aren’t worth talking about. Damn I'm glad I get to graduate early. -FIN-

If By War On Terrorism, You Mean Break-Dancing War On Terrorism, Then All Is Well. - By: -10/20/02 - 11:30
You know what I've realized over the last few years? I've realized violence isn't always necessary. I know what you're saying right now. "But didn't you say violence is necessary if the end result is uncontrollable laughter?" Well yeah, I said it, but underneath the ice that surrounds my heart lurks compassion. Besides, this terrorism stuff is getting out of hand. What happened to the good old days? "The good old days?" you ask. Yes, thats right, I'm talkin about the 80's, the age of "Fuck Da Police" and yes, break-dancing. You see, back in those days people didn't settle disputes with mindless killing. Back in the 80's, if you were to interrupt a church sermon by shouting "If Jesus loves me so much, why won't he kill my wife so I can collect some insurance money and buy a plasma screen TV.", the choir would've broke out the turn tables, and you and the pastor would've break-danced for respect. I think thats a lot better then the preacher jumping over the seats and beating you in the face with his super thick Bible. Hopefully by now you're thinkin "Wow, break-dancing could bring about world peace". If you are then you're fucking right. Instead of commiting acts of terrorism that cost many innocent people their lives, Saddam, and President Bush could've break-danced for respect, with the aid of funky beats provided by DJ Spin Laden and MC Al Queada. This event could have been broadcasted worldwide, so when Gary Coleman anounced the winner, the whole world would've know who had the juice, and it would be left at that. One would have their self resecpt intact, and the other would leave dissed. No bombs. no nerve gas, no problem. -FIN-