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I hate people who come to me for advice because they desperately need it so, then when they don't like what I have to say they just ignore it or ignore the rest of what I have to say then make up lame excuses as to why they're still in that same position as before but it all just translates into "I didn't do what you said I should do because I didn't like it." Well I don't like doing Pre-Calculus either but no one sees me dropping that class! I'd rather shave my tongue with a rusted razor than to do Pre-Cal, but I gotta do it if I expect to actually get into a somewhat decent if not excellent college instead of community college. I probably won't end up following up on it simply because I enjoy helping people way too much when giving out advice, but I'll state it anyway: From now on, people who don't take my advice but claim they will, I just won't help anymore. If you come to me for advice, either you know I've got the key to help you because your circle of friends are idiots who couldn't be trained to throw their own feces, or everyone else's solution essentially sucks. When I get advice from others I give it consideration. No I don't just say "I'll consider it." and blow them off later (although it is the polite thing to do in some cases, such as when someone tells you to light your computer on fire to remove a virus from the boot sector of your hard drive and you know that will just have you end up with a melted-down paperweight). I actually consider it an option. Then when I've got my list of options at hand, I go with the one that makes the most sense or would get the job done most effeciently. Cory, nothing against you, my friend, but from this day forth, I am NOT helping your dad with JACK SHIT with computers. I will help you, and I will help your mother (unless she agrees with your dad), and I will help everyone else you know. But my services are denied from your father for the simple fact that he thinks I don't know what I'm talking about when it comes to computers yet he sits and asks me all sorts of questions about them anyway. And he makes the funniest faces when he realizes I'm telling the truth, doesn't he? In any case, since he thinks he can do better on his own without me, I just won't help him. And I find it funny he judged me so quickly, not knowing that I'm 2/3's into DeVry going into computers. The only thing holding me back is an entry exam. When I get outta there, I'll tell him he knows JACK SHIT about computers, because I'll be building them as a hobby, and as a job, and hell, I might even be building the computer equipment he uses at HIS job one day! If that were to be the case, I'd make 'em so anyone else can use it but him. I don't know how yet but I've already got theories formulating in my head. HEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!! REVENGE IS SO SWEET!!! Anyway, I am off to my resting chambers in my domicile, into my ever so comfortable horizontally inclined vegitator. That is where I shall fall into a semi-conscious state of existance where my heart rate slows and my breathing changes depending on what images run through my head at approximately 13.671 billion frames per second until I have gone back into a fully conscious state at approximately 6:50 AM.
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