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Well, tomorrow in New Year's Eve. It is indubitably great. The site's going to be another month older, too, but I won't be celebrating that. I think I've played way too many video games. This morning at 4, I beat Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic as a Jedi. Great game, it is. And it was only last Friday I bought that game. Maybe I'll write a small review on it. Well, Reader, you have a nice New Year's. I'm out.

December 28, 2003

Hehe, I'm back you fucks, from a great four day visit to my father's house. I wrote a review.

December 24, 2003

Have a Merry Christmas.

December 23, 2003

Being on break is so much fun. I have purposely been unproductive for the last 5 days.

Added a journal entry on my Blurty. Blurty sounds gay. Blurty, Blurty, Blurty. Man, so gay.

Ye olde archives are up and running, so you can laugh at whatever the hell I talked about back then. I'll try to write a review on one of my XBOX games. The media won't be up till later. Much later. The list of worthy sites should be running by the end of today (which will be 3 in the morning for me). The site is coming back people.

December 22, 2003

I'm back, you assholes. I've deleted stuff; I've added stuff. Obviously, I made the new site format.

Well, I have a Blurty now. It's an online journal where I will rant and all that shit. There, I can write about shit and here I can post important shit from there. If you don't understand, oh well.

December 12, 2003

OK, you fucks. I'm closing the site for awhile. Until it reopens, you get one last fucking link.

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December 11, 2003

Quote: "The Holocaust was an obscene period in our nation's history -- this century's history--We all lived iin this century. I didn't live in this century." -- Dan Quayle.

I'm thinking of closing the site. If I'm going to get harassed daily about all the shit I've posted, then fuck it all.

December 10, 2003

Quote: "If you can't make it good, make it LOOK good." - Bill Gates. Great one, Bill.

Bah. Today was dumb. Japanese class is fun unless you sit next to some asshole. So, I sit next to some Cambodian kid named Larry who thinks he's the toughest shit in the world. According to him, I'm one of two things. I'm either a "bitch-ass nigga" or a "sorry-ass nigga." Apparently, he's also the dumbest shit in the world, too, as all he can talk about is how I or my family should be fucked or how my momma is this or that. By picking on me, what can he prove, besides his lack of intelligence and/or how easily he can get shot by some random gangsta? If he really wants to start shit with me, he can. I'll make sure he'll regret anything that he does. Fucking dumbass doesn't know shit about me. I can only hope he dies. Today I just mocked whatever the fuck he said because he sounds pretty fucking dumb.

Math was stupid. Matt and I went to put the homework on the board (our whole group was supposed to, but apparently the other half of our group is stupid or lazy, as they didn't get it or didn't do it). So, we're so smart. After Matthews reviewed our work, she told the class that everything is correct (rules, graphs, etc.). There's a new seating chart in the biology lecture hall; I still sit next to Tiffany Parker, which isn't a bad thing. Lots of biology homework, too. Once again in P.E., our team won in kickball and Tyler still tries to cheat.

Monsieur Dixon is back. World history was boring today. English was pretty boring, too. Kitto did not tell me not to give him a ride back to his house. I'm thinking about changing the site. A lot. I'll probably make some progress during finals week or winter break.

My mom complains about me adjusting the car seat. Well, hello. I'm going to want to sit comfortably, not sitting scrunched up, little leg room or some other crap. My mom says if I don't like her adjustments, then I should sit in the back. Why the fuck doesn't she just rip the thing out or something. It's a fucking seat adjuster. It's supposed to adjust the seat, not sit there all limp and not being used for anything.

December 8, 2003

Quote: "I get to travel to lots of overseas places, like Canada"-Britney Spears. Huh, go figure.

Well, another stupid day just went by. After I got ready this morning, I played Splinter Cell in my room. I read a lot of Fahrenheit 451 this morning. Jinese poker is for fools, early in the morning. There are now nine more school days left before Winter Break begins. I was thinking of doing more productive shit during the two weeks. In Japanese, I spoke with the tone of an evil shogun. In IMP2, I now sit next to Matt (Martin), who is smart, and Heather Patterson, who is dumb, and I think less of her because of the constant senseless insults that I received very often during eighth grade, which sucked major ass. I got an 80% on the last test, and everyone is telling me to stop complaining because I did so "good." Well, if you get lower than a B- on a test, then what the hell. Either you didn't study (I didn't review my notes) or you're just dumb; I believe the majority of the class is dumb, yet I won't really point fingers. If I don't fuck up in any part of biology until the semester ends, then I can get a B without the aid of extra credit. Maybe tomorrow I'll get a quick checkup on all my grades, although it won't do much besides determine how hard I'm going to have to study. Our ultimately unified team won in P.E. at continuous kickball. In world history, we didn't do a lot; hell, a lot of people in there don't do shit. I didn't get the paper printed to an overhead in English because Nick and I believed we could get the paper to the TA in class so he could run to the lounge and get it printed from there. Nope. Well, I feel I didn't do too bad on the presentation; I knew what I was talking about and used good metaphors, but I was pretty nervous.

I love having a TV in my room. When I was a kid, I had a TV in my room; now, my parents say I shouldn't have a TV in my room. My mom complains that I won't leave my room if I do have a TV in my room. Well, it's in my room, and I'm not, and if it isn't in my room, I'm likely to not be in my room. Of course I don't want to leave my room if I have a TV in it; I have my videos and all these games and crap. As if my mom thinks I actually want to socialize with them; my fucking family isn't cool, besides my real dad and his family whom I rarely see nowadays. I can't lock people out of my room unless I'm in it because I lost my key.

My step-dad finally gives me back the $80 I let him borrow from last week. I woke him up early this morning for lunch money because I didn't want to split a 50, although I did have two $20 bills in there (I wasn't aware of that until after school). So, he called me downstairs and both my mom and step-dad gave me some stupidass lecture. My step-dad says that the computer is so important that I forgot about lunch and dinner; I had a sandwich for lunch, and I was doing my homework before he called me down. My mom says that I should eat soup because it's healthier than other stuff and that anything my mom makes is better food. She also says that we can't have junk food anymore; most of the school food is like junk food, and if we have Carl's Jr. or something else tomorrow as an after school snack, I'm going to be like, what the hell. My step-dad asks me why I woke him up early this morning for lunch money when I had some money besides a 50. Well, he fucking owed me money, and I wanted it back, and, how did he know I had extra money? Did he see all the money I had when I gave him the $100, which was more than 150? My mom said, "Well, you always forget to pay him back and you forget to pay him his allowance. He's probably thinking you're basically taking his money." Then, she says, "And that's not right, Donald." (she turned to me when she said my name) So I'm thinking, OK.... So, she defends me for a second, then throws all this shit back at me. My step-dad still asks why I woke him up this morning for money when I had some money left, aside from the 50. Well, when he came home, he asked me if I had more than a 50 in my little stash, and I said no. So he's asking me over and over why I lied to him. I told him I wasn't paying attention to him when he asked, like when he doesn't give a shit about anything else until like 0 minutes after esp. when he's watching a football game or some shit. He kept asking like I was up to something. Then my mom complains that she paid me $40 two weeks ago. WELL, 2*20=40!!!!!!! They didn't pay me for last week. I should've made some extra since I worked so diligently on the house this past weekend, or did they forget? I told my step-dad if he wants my fucking money, he can fucking take it. I'll just think less of him. I told my mom that the parents shouldn't borrow money from the kids; my step-dad was told of this. He assumes that when I'm some rich ass motherfucking billionaire, I won't share with them. Why should I? They pull out all this shit that whatever money they make, they can spend it as they see fit. So, IF I'm some rich fool, then it's my fucking money and I can do whatever the hell I want to do with it, correct? Man.

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December 7, 2003

Quote: "Once you go Persian, there's no other version."-- Anonymous Persian. Good rhyme, yet I don't know what the hell it means, haha.

Well, ya know. This weekend wasn't so bad. The past week went by pretty fast. So, I got home from school on Friday. I cleaned the house like hell Friday because we had a big ass party yesterday. So, I vacuumed the whole house and cleaned the bathrooms. On Friday, my mom pulled out some bullshit on me that I couldn't throw my own small party on Saturday unless my bah-bah approves. I just kept cleaning the house. Kitto came over later, and we played games in the loft. Bijan wanted to play Halo PC, but I told him no. He doesn't fucking get it; No fucking means no, dammit. So, he cried his ass off and called my mom up. My mom told me I was grounded; I don't give a shit. She wouldn't pay any fucking attention to me anyway during a party, so how would she know if I had friends over.

Saturday arrived. I asked bah-bah; he says, "Only one friend." Shit. Since Saturday was the Winter Formal, I was supposed to throw my annual party to celebrate our "bachelorness." Hell fucking yeah motherfuckers. I continued to clean. Jason arrived at about 1:30 p.m. He played Halo PC and I cleaned some more and got things ready. Matt (Martin) arrived around 2-3. Jason called Matt (DeParsia). Matt watched Jason play Halo PC and I played Splinter Cell. Then we set up Jason's PS2. We played NBA Street Vol. 2, and Jason showed us to "ourselves"; Jason made us characters on NBA Street. And "they" hella look like "us." Some of the family friends began to arrive. I go say hello to them. I brought up food and drinks to my room (where all the video games and the TV were). Kitto came around 4-5. Before that, we played the ultimate tennis game and Quake 3, which is so fucking fun, although Kitto thinks not, but Kitto, you're dumb. The, we played Quake 3, the ultimate tennis game, NBA Street Vol. 2, and NFL Blitz 2001 with Kitto. More guests arrive; I greet them. Matt (DeParsia) never came. Man, we had hella fun at the party. The TV was left in my room. I get to play video games all night Saturday, until I went to sleep at 3...

And here's today. I woke up and played hella Splinter Cell. I needed a ride to Delta cleanup. I got ready at 1 and bah-bah is yelling at me because I'm going to be late, yet cleanup starts at 2:30. So, my uncle decided to take me there since he was leaving anyway. We picked up Kitto and went to Delta. As we're picking up, I am engaged in such intelligent conversation; it was about the club. After that, we go to Denny's and eat. Then, I go home. Then, I update the site. Then, I save it, post it, and leave. Goodbye.

Oh yeah. The video game reviews section WILL open up. I'm going to need time to start it up. Maybe I'll work on it during Winter Break?

December 1, 2003

Well, it is now December. I hope you, Reader, have enjoyed your Thanksgiving and the weekend. So, I feel relatively "neutral" right now. The break started out OK for me. Last Wednesday I was pissed off at everyone in my family. Thursday was enjoyable. Friday was just dandy. Saturday and Sunday were "sleep days." Today was dumb.

Well, to start, let's talk about Wednesday. We went to the mall that day. Obviously, I'm going to split away from my mom at the mall to check out my own stuff and not stand in one section at Dillard's for 1/2 an hour, as my mom does. Bijan the Great Incompetence decides to tag along with me. We're at Gamestop to check out used XBOX games. I find a used copy of Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell for the low price of $17. Bijan finds this unfair and wants a game, too. I told him that if mom gives an OK, he can buy it. He finds the game he wants: NCAA Football 2002 for $12. So I say, "OK, let's go ask mom first." He says, "No. I want it NOW." So we have this embarrassing argument and everyone in the fucking store is looking at us. He says, "I'm telling Mommy on you." Well, the fucking idiot was helping me. Besides, if I bought Splinter Cell, I'd want to play it and not share the XBOX since I'm so excited. Splinter Cell is NOT a boring game. I think I might open up a reviews section about the video games I have, but you probably won't know until next update. So, we're looking for mom, and the fucking little shit breaks away from me and heads towards wherever the fuck he went. It's 6 p.m. and we're supposed to meet mom by now. So, I find Bijan with her (after I've searched the entire mall for everyone) and my mom is pissed off at me for no apparent reason. I explain to her that Bijan broke away from me. She told him I was older and all this crap, and he starts crying loudly in Barnes and Nobles; I'm thinking, What the fuck is wrong with this family? He buys the fucking game he wants. We get home (and I'm pissed because he shouldn't have gotten the game) but guess what? Bijan's game was used too, and my XBOX didn't read such a fucked up disc. So Bijan cries and we go to my Grandma's house. (But my Splinter Cell copy works!)

Obviously I shouldn't have been pissed on Thursday because it was Thanksgiving. I just ate a lot, played some video games, and sung on the karaoke machine which was so cool. Friday I did some homework and played video games. On Saturday I mainly slept, but we went to go get a tree. We went to some remote location in the mountains, and that place was kinda cool; we get to search the whole "farm" for a tree we want, and it wasn't expensive (but, whatever money we spent on a tree we make up in gas money). On Sunday, I slept ate, and played video games. I got my progress report, which isn't too bad, except for a C (which is actually a B+ if my extra credit is calculated) and some B's. Yesterday, we go to Shi Ra Soni for Bah-bah's birthday dege! (We had the party early, obviously.)

Today was soooooooooooooo dumb. I woke up at 6 a.m. although I set my alarm for 5 a.m. Once again, I believe my siblings are trying to fuck me over for some shit I've done which is supposedly so bad. First of all, Bijan needs to learn all this shit I'm trying to teach him (be respectful, toughening him up, etc.) and my sister also needs to learn (acting dumb is not cool, being dumb is dumb, and some other shit). I get to school all refreshed and ready. I do my homework as usual, and then Corny and Matt arrive and we play Jinese poker, which I kick ass in (haha, kicking Courtney at his own game). In Japanese, we talked about what we did over the break. In IMP2, people are still sooooooooooooooooooooooooo dumb. Mrs. Matthews looks at my homework and the super effort I put into it (I actually did make an effort with the last homework with tons of diagrams) and decides to turn my homework into an overhead thing. So, I present my homework, which some people in the class didn't understand because they're sooooo dumb. Then, Mrs. Matthews lectures us on geometric shapes. We are shown a triangle, a square, and a hexagon and are asked: What are these called (it begins with a 'p')? Stupidass peers in my IMP2 class respond "PARALLELOGRAMS!" RRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNTTT. You guys are fucking wrong. I said, "No, they are 'polygons'". I was absolutely correct. Man, some people in that class are stupid. Nothing great in biology, just a substitute and we're starting a new lab. In P.E. we got to play football in the rain, but I didn't care. And my hair was silver today, not JIZZ-COLORED. Man. In world history we did our presentation on the Wright Brothers which SUCKED MAJOR ASS because no one brought props or a small script when everyone promised me they would bring something; I explained what the Wright Brothers did to everyone in our group prior to presentations, and still everyone fucked up and we get a score of 20/40. English was not so bad. I got my scrapbook of the Governator back with a score of 151/160. On the way home I saw a Viking driving a car. After we dropped Kitto off, my mom started to bitch. She yells, "I don't want any electronics on. No TV, no computer. You guys need to study hard. You see the Japanese?! They are technologically advanced compared to Americans. You see Iran? They don't fuck around about education either! To me, Japan and Iran are the most disciplined countries with schooling! Do you kids understand?!" My mom is fucking stupid. If the Japanese are technologically advanced compared to us, that's not my fucking problem. Yet, if Japan is technologically advanced, then they should have been in space by now, right? (No offense to Japanese people) If Iran has the highest population percentage of doctors, it's not my fucking problem. The U.S. is so shitty because of the mix of cultures and differences. My mom is stupid. She freaked out on my progress report, and I'm not doing terrible.

I have finished my rant on Bijan. I just need to type it up, and post it so you can begin to read about the Tavakoli family. Sign the guestbook.

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