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   I spent most of the weekend with A.J.  I'm at my dad's house right now, writing this fucking HTML code.  I haven't done any of my homework yet. 

   On Friday, after school, I went to the mall.  I bought a shirt.  After the mall, we (the nuclear family and I) met Amu Behzhad and A.J. at the best Chinese restaurant ever.  Can you guess?  Dave Wong's, bitch!!!  They have the most authentic Chinese food I've ever had.  No, not really.  After that, A.J. and I went back to the mall.  I bought a book.

   Yesterday was OK.  I got up at 8.  I finally took my fucking health class.  Overall, it was pretty boring.  Oh well. Giving a dummy some mouth-to-mouth is not a fun thing to do.  At least I saved the bastard's life!  I got home and fell asleep.  A.J. picked me up and we went to go eat some Mexican food.  Damn, Tepa Taqueria has to be the best Mexican restaurant in this fucking city, aside from Taco Bell!  No.  El Torito is better; Taco Bell is good for snack eating.  Then, we went to FuncoLand (or GameStop) and I bought the best Sega Genesis game... Flashback: The Quest for Identity!  Then, we went to A.J.'s house and played tons of old video games.  I worked on my boxing and wrestling skills as well.

   I woke up this morning and watched Star Wars Episode 2 on TV.  For breakfast, I ate SpecialK with soymilk.  Not too bad.  So, now I'm at my dad's house as I said before, and I'm writing in HTML.

   The Toxic song by Britney Spears is awesome.  The video kicks ass as well.  All of a sudden she busts out with a funky ass beat...

   Leap Year shit: Yes, today is leap day.  The complete list of leap years in the first half of the 21st century is 2000, 2004, 2008, 2012, 2016, 2020, 2024, 2028, 2032, 2036, 2040, 2044, and 2048.  The tropical year is 365.242190 days long, or rounded off to 365.25.  Therefore, we have a leap year every four years.  We add an extra day because:

4 x 0.242190 = 0.968760

   where 4 is equal to the distance in time between leap years.  I think you can figure out where everything else came from.  So, 97 out of 400 years are leap years, and therefore, the number of days in 400 years can be represented as:

400 x 365 + 100 - 3 = 146, 097 days in 400 years

   Learn some shit, you dumb bastards.  I'm going to do my homework...

February 26, 2004

   Today wasn't too bad.  This morning I called Kitto a fatass and I guess he took it personal (bastard!!!).  I had a kickass breakfast in the End Zone (S'mores pop-tarts with milk, bitch).  I did some of my math homework and finished writing down my class registration shit.  In Japanese, I had a test.  In it, I wrote a letter (in Hiragana) to my (imaginary) friend, Junko-san.  IMP2 was boring, as usual.  We're finishing off the unit and shit.  In Biology, we got to look at bull sperm.  Ha, I yelled at my partner in order to get him to prepare the slide.  In P.E. I played badminton; Mike and I lost one game out of three.  He definitely needs to brush up on his skills. 

   During lunch, we had a pussy rainfall.  It rained pretty hard, but it sucked ass.  What we need is some hail, thunder, lightning, and winds of over 50 MPH.  Or better yet, make it 50 KPH.  Storms kick ass. 

   In World History, I took a quiz about mass culture, which, if my classmates weren't so fucking stupid, we would have studied a very long time ago.  In English, we read more of The Taming of the Shrew.

   I took Matt home today.  On the way, we stopped by A.J.'s to say goodbye to my grandmother, as she is leaving to Iran tomorrow.  She took out a bucket of candy, which the children dug into and left nearly nothing for me.  That demonstrated the greediness of children these days, so I thought.  Then, I went home and watched some Scooby-Doo until 5:30.  I then picked up Shitto and we went to the Red Cross meeting.  I now have 30 Balance bars to eat or sell. 

   When I got home, I decided to pull a prank on the kids.  I snuck into the house through the back gate.  I slowly opened the garage door, and snuck around.  I found the children hiding from me behind the piano; they would have been dead if I were really a psychotic killer.  Well, I got myself a small act of revenge.  My sister took 5 minutes to cry while my brother sat there.  My sister called up my parents, who bitched at me.  I don't give a fuck if what I did was "immoral" (according to my mom); those kids deserve to have tricks like this pulled on them, fucking brats.  If my parents are way too pussy to discipline these kids correctly and teach them to leave the older brother alone, I'll teach them.  I swear I'm not raising children like my mom and step-dad.  If my kids are going to constantly whine and all this shit, they aren't going to get "time-out" for an hour, just to find that they're sleeping or playing video games.  No.  My kids will get one verbal warning, and if they fail to learn...SMACK! on the head.

   Really, most parents these days are pussies.  I fucking agree with Maddox about child discipline.  Think I'll be a mean parent?  No.  Actually, I'd be that fucking strict to show my children how much I love them. 

   Remember: never take shit from your kids. You make payments on the house, utilities, their clothes, school, and their food. You own them. If they don't like it, they can move out. If you love your kids, love them enough to beat them so that they don't grow up to be idiots.  -Maddox

   Keep the advice in mind.

February 23, 2004

   God damn I'm bored.  School was pretty stupid today.  In Japanese, I played a demon in my group presentation and invited my friends to Hell.  As stupid as it sounds, I got full credit.  In the gay math class, a bunch of shit was thrown at us (not literally).  You know, the more-than-often look at the problem on the board, and do it kind of shit where the teacher won't explain what the hell you're supposed to do.  In bio, I just sat there and colored big green X's, little green X's, big red X's, and little red X's (the X's represent chromosomes in the lab drawings).  In P.E. I played badminton (which kicks ass).  I'm stuck with Tyler as a partner, and if he decides to be cheap or if he decides not to participate because we're at a 5-point loss, I'll kick his ass.  Kitto, you should just hand over your seat during lunch since I'll be taking it when you go get food.  Plus, you shouldn't fucking complain about me moving since I'm skinny, shit head.  In World History we have a new teacher, Mr. Collins.  He's pretty cool.  Mr. Collins has made the impression that he enforces strict rules.  I can only hope that the middle section of the class is constantly sent out of the class so that I can actually learn.  In English, we read The Taming of the Shrew. 

   I got home today, and I confused myself on my math homework.  I was supposed to show how a given vertex form expression was equivalent to another given expression.  I thought I had to show how to convert the vertex form expression to the other one, but what I really had to do was just substitute for the variable, which was simple.  Oh well, I guess I can be a dumbass at times. 

February 20, 2004

   I'm fucking pissed, but I'll tell you why after you read a reflection on my day.  So, I woke up late today around 6:30 (yes that is late) so I didn't have a lot of time to do my hair.  So I got to school with my hair wet, which led to it falling down.  Anyway, I didn't have time for breakfast either, so I bought some Pop-tarts in the End Zone and ate them as I did my homework. 

   I guess I made Japanese1 a big laugh riot today, which was cool.  I now have no room in my IMP2 notebook, so I must go buy another.  We reviewed some old crap in IMP2.  In biology, I didn't do much either.  I went to Mr. Flanigan's room to ask about AP Biology prerequisites; apparently, I don't meet them, as I have yet to take chemistry, which sucks.  The course catalog states that I need to complete either biology or chemistry, but I decided not to try to argue with Mr. Flanigan.  Stupid 8th graders were all over campus today, so we couldn't fucking play badminton.  As I was walking around the stadium, I saw a good friend of mine: Mr. Coburn, my 8th grade social studies teacher! 

   The Noz came over to the spot during lunch to copy my English assignment.  Jason, David, Matt, you guys are stupid; stop asking me for sandwiches.  Damn, today was the last day Mr. Felix would be teaching my world history class.  I can only hope Mr. Dixon returns so that he can preserve order amongst my unintelligent classmates.  Either he returns, or Ms. Kasper becomes our next sub for awhile.  In English, I had my final discussion about Into the Wild, which definitely was not a good book.  Yesterday in English, I drew our poster.  On it, I drew Gremio from The Taming of the Shrew who ended up looking like a Mongolian.  I went to go see the list of people accepted into AP U.S. History after school; I was on the list.

   I have abandoned my failed attempt at starting a band.  My guitarists claim to have helped contribute to the succession of the band.  If I remember clearly, I recruited them, I was the only one to think of a name (we were going to call ourselves the Dipshits), I was the only person to try to recruit new members, and I told them that they need to get a copy of AIM so I can start a chat room where we will discuss all this shit.  Plus, they were too picky in what they wanted to play.  One hated metal; the other one would only play metal.  So, they're dumb, and I won't think of joining a band with them.  I guess I'll jam out with Tara and her friends, as far as I'm concerned with being a drummer.

   Anyways, you now get to know why I'm pissed.  As you may know, both my brother and sister think they're bad asses when they have their friends around, and they think they can fuck with me in front of their friends.  No.  I don't give a fuck if it's morally wrong, but I'll do something back to them when they want to fuck with me.  So, anyway, my sister was hitting me on my head with my drumsticks.  She also threw a large amount of books at me, some of which included a dictionary and an encyclopedia.  So, I took one of my chopsticks (I was eating Chinese food) and smashed it on her hand.  Obviously, she cried one of her fake bullshitting cries.  So, my mom yelled at me, and she slapped my face.  So, fuck them.  My mom's a bitch, my sister's a bitch; like mother, like daughter, right?  Yeah, I think so.

   I am going to eventually fuse together the rants section with the reviews section.  They will be known as the Articles (of Confederation?).

February 18, 2004

   It rained in the morning, so I wore a long sleeved shirt and my jacket to school.  My IMP2 homework was very easy; I finished it in a matter of 43 seconds.  In biology, I had the mitosis quiz.  In P.E. we're playing badminton, and badminton kicks ass.  Stupid Kitto, you lost our debate at lunch.  In world history, the quiz was in no way related to section four of chapter ten.  I'm beginning to understand more of The Taming of the Shrew as we continue to watch the play.  My uncle who lives in Mexico came here earlier, and he'll be staying here for awhile.  Since I didn't have a lot of homework to do, I got to play an excessive amount of video games today.  Good shit...

February 17, 2004

   Life is a kickass cereal, and is part of my daily kickass breakfast.  Nothing else great happened today.

February 16, 2004

   This past weekend wasn't totally shitty.  For one thing, I went to go see to the theatres, which I haven't done for awhile.  Other than that, I've been cleaning the god damn house and sitting around and  playing video games.  I didn't really do anything for Valentine's Day, as special as that day may be.  I just sat around and played video games to my heart's content. 

   Sunday, I went to Bob's and had breakfast, which I also haven't been done for awhile.  Then, I went over to Kamyar's house, but he wasn't there.  I then got to the house and began cleaning the garage so that I can jam with my friends.  Sucks, since I had to clean that fucking place myself.  After that, I went to A.J.'s house.  Playing old Super Nintendo games like Mortal Kombat 2 and Super Mario World kicks ass.  Nothing great today. 

   Visit Peter Pan's web page, which has to be the gayest site ever!

February 10, 2004

   Bah, humbug.  Today's weather was great, and that's all I can think of that was great today.  Nothing great happened in school.  Anyway, my mom asked me if I brought the mysterious food items which were in the kitchen.  I did, indeed.  I brought cookies and one of those large things of popcorn with three flavors (cheese popcorn, caramel popcorn, and something else). 

   Dinner sucked ass.  The food wasn't bad, but god damn I couldn't eat.  We went to the Chinese restaurant by Baskin Robbins' for dinner.  My brother was trying to mess up my hair.  My sister kept pestering my parents for a cell phone.  Hehe, she won't get one until after I do, which won't be anytime soon! 

   My step-dad saw my new spiked bracelet and told me I should get the choker as well, to match.  Hah, I sensed sarcasm.  He complained about it and then a bunch of other crap about my attire.  He complained about my nails, which are no longer black.  He complained about my hair.  What about it?  It's my fucking hair.  If you don't like it, too fucking bad.  He complained about my shirts.  What about my shirts?  They're my fucking shirts.  You have shirts and I don't go around bitching about them, do I?  Anyways, my siblings and my mom joined and they were all bitching about me and the way I express my individuality and some other bullshit like that.  Damn conformist bastards.  We were in a Chinese restaurant, god damn it.

   After our food came, a family came in and sat at the table next to ours.  Fucking ghetto ass people.  Two parents, and like 7 kids.  God damn, even the baby had saggy pants.  Obviously, the older kids were thinking that they be bad, wearing du rags and all that other stupid shit that typical high school students who listen to shitty rap music wear these days.  They had loud ass cell phones with stupid ring tones like the wangsta song and the P.I.M.P. song.  The kids who were younger than 10 wouldn't shut their fucking mouths and kept crying for reasons beyond me, since I don't speak Spanish, not that I would want to.  So, from the time they arrived to the time I left, I heard nothing but crying, shitty cell phones, tons of Spanish and whining children.  I sat there and wanted to punch someone's face in because I could not enjoy my dinner in a most peaceful manner.  Some people don't fucking understand when they're in a restaurant.  They need to shut the fuck up and eat their damn food.  I don't give a fuck if the little kids are whining.  Slap them, why don't you?  When shit happens like that, don't give them what they want, because then they'll become more dependant upon the parent and all this shit happens.

   I still hate people who are dumb and don't like to do shit with their lives.  They should be put into manual labor.  If you read the world history statistics, then you might get an idea of what I'm talking about.  These kids who think they're all bad and have an I.Q. lower than that of an average 5th grader should either be: 1.) put into some kind of manual work like coal mining or something like that, or 2.) be punished by me.  My punishment will proceed as follows: 1.) I douse the person in kerosene, 2.) with a lighter or a lit match in hand, I torch the person, 3.) I piss on the ashes.  Think I'm cruel?  No.  I'd be doing the world a favor by ridding it of people who accommodate to the increasing shittiness that is today's society.

February 5, 2004

   I'm fucking pissed off.  But hey, here's a special rant for all my Readers.  Read it now.  Be sure to sign the guestbook.

February 1, 2004

   The Super Bowl is today.  I don't care.