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Today's Quote: I went into a McDonald's yesterday and said, "I'd like some fries." The girl at the counter said, "Would you like some fries with that?" - Jay Leno

Happy Halloween. May you children be very safe and make lots of business for the candy companies and dentists. Tomorrow is the 2nd month anniversary of the site, so October will be put into the archives.

October 30, 2003

Quote: "Sure, everyone always said 'Socrates, what is the meaning of life?' or 'Socrates, how can I find happiness?' but did anyone ever say 'Socrates hemlock is poison!'????" - Socrates right before his death

LAHL!!!!! Tomorrow is Halloween. Then, it is the 2nd month anniversary of the site!!!!! 'Tis wonderful, indeed. Sadly, we haven't decorated the house much, but I can do that tomorrow after school. To give you a hint of what I'll be going to school in: Live aus Berlin. If you don't know what it means, you'll have to guess what I'm dressing up as. In order for me to don the attire I so choose, I must wake up very early.

So, I just have homework, nothing more. I still have 2 C's. If any extra credit opportunities opened up, I would take them, but, there are no extra credit opportunities. I'm sure I've improved, even by a tiny bit.

Nothing great happened at school. World History is even dumber than before now that we have new wangstas in the class who seem gay, but that's just me. I have this feeling that most of the class doesn't like me for no fucking reason. Oh well, if they really don't like me, then they're dumb.

In P.E. we got our asses kicked even though we have both Oscar and Ani on our team. I blame our losses on Crackhead and the fellow butterfingered members. Even though Tom's team was outnumbered with our team consisting of 10 people, Crackhead's presence alone decreases our chance of winning. Red Cross Club meeting today. If you didn't go to the Haunted House, you aren't cool. I have signed up for BAT which does not really involve the only mammal with wings. BAT is an abbreviation for Basic Aide Training.

I hate people who think they're the best. When I played Halo PC today, I found a server with the name: Come Get Some. The server had a maximum capacity of 16 people. Somehow, I end up in first place by the time the game ends. I find that sad. I also find it sad when I can kill people with melee attacks alone or blowing them away with a shotgun while they're in a Banshee. I am NOT saying I am the best Halo player out there.

October 27, 2003

Today's Saying: "Isn't it sad how whole families can be torn apart by such simple things, like wild dogs?"

Like I said before, Halloween is again in a matter of days! You know what else is coming, right? The 2nd month anniversary of the site! Is that not exciting?!

Last night, I received a death threat. I looked at it and told Geremie he was dumb. Maybe I'll expand upon that and turn it into a horror story? Laugh all you want; you can't destroy my goals.

So, today I wake up extremely early because of a lack of adaptation to the time change. It didn't really bother me. So, Bijan and I are both awake at an early time. At about 10 minutes before I would have left the house, I was challenged by Bijan to a few rounds of Sonic Adventure 2 Battle; I went easy on him, so he won a few rounds. I might consider buying Sonic Adventure DX just so I can actually beat the first Sonic Adventure, which I thought was awesome.

It was a big change going to school after sunrise, and it felt weird. I did my usual go to the End Zone to finish my homework during 0 period, then went to Japanese class. Our substitute: Mrs. Byerly! Mr. and Mrs. Byerly are so cool. I hope either one of them will be my IMP 3 teacher next year.

I'm not sure if I'm doing "good" in IMP 2. I'm sure I don't have anything higher than a C+. I hope that I can do fantastic on all remaining work and the final for the semester, or I can give the UC's a kiss goodbye. I already had a C+ last year, so I hope that the UC's would let me go on that one. I had an idea in mind that if I did all supplemental problems I could get extra credit, but I highly doubt it,

New unit in biology. I also hope to get at least a B by the end of the semester. Fitness in P.E. and Jason is still hella dumb. At lunch, I did some "traveling." I walked over to the Athletics office to get all these papers to fill out. Did I tell you I was thinking about joining the wrestling team? Kitto thinks I will dominate, and that gives me confidence.

In world history, I find out I'm to do research on Niccolo Machiavelli. I wanted to do research on one of the "Ninja Turtles" because the Ninja Turtles were the coolest dudes ever way back when. I'm thinking about getting the Ninja Turtles game for XBOX, even though its cel-shaded and only two player. It's still the Ninja Turtles.

In English, we got our character analysis sheets grades. Then, we broke off into groups and did the class posters. So, since I was the best artist in the group, I drew and others wrote stuff. So the white women were drawn with big titties, or "more voluptuous breasts." Mrs. Darnell actually laughed when I said, "Hey, I'm giving the white women bigger titties," and asked me if I wanted to say that to the "Administration" in front of my parents. The cotton pickers are gigantic buff dudes in tank tops who carry large potato sacks full of...cotton!!! Who would've guessed that? Uncle Willie is an alien with Freddy Krueger's hands and a gingerbread man's body. Finally, Momma has a Monroe, which I didn't draw. We had an extremely intelligent conversation about superheroes, too. I told everyone that I thought Spiderman was the coolest superhero ever. I would say Batman is the coolest, but Batman is just a normal guy who is buff and knows jujitsu, which is still hella tight. The Hulk movie had awesome visuals, but overall it was phony. Spiderman was the best superhero movie, and the X-Men movies were also good. I never saw Daredevil, and that's one of the only superhero movies I haven't seen,

After school, I was going to golf with my dad, but he didn't have the car. So Uncle Rod drove and he drives way too slow. I got to the house and ate and all that then did my homework. Then, I saw my first Cheech and Chong movie which was hella funny, although I find it sad that I never saw them in a movie besides Spy Kids, and only Cheech was in that. So, that's basically it.

I can only hope I get more money and I can get into the wrestling team.

October 26, 2003

Today's Quote: "The similarities between me and my father are different." --Dale Berra

Halloween is in a matter of days! Yesterday was so much fun. It's probably been the most fun I've had in weeks. Well, yesterday was the Red Cross Club's Haunted House. We scared so many kids. Sadly, we have yet to decorate the house. This year I will again hand out candy, but then I get to go Trick-or-Treating for my own share of candy because my brother and sister despise sharing, even though I simply must share with them.

On Thursday, I was scolded for "not doing my homework and just checking my e-mail." I was indeed checking my e-mail because there wasn't much left to do; I save work for 0 period since I don't really have one. Along with that, I was eating my sandwich. So, yeah.

Today was OK. I didn't know we had to set our clocks back an hour, because my parents didn't tell me. And YES, I do blame my parents for a lot of shit. If you think it's stupid to do this, fuck you. You don't know what it's like to live with my family, and whether you came over everyday or not, you STILL don't know what it's like to live with my family.

Ahem. Well, I wake up this morning, and I go to the loft to play some games. I learned that this great game called "Stronghold" was really dumb. I forgot Bijan had his friend over, so I was like whoa. Bijan still can't beat me at any Sonic game. Today was Delta Clean-up for the Red Cross Club. So, I went to the mall at "2:00 p.m." when it was actually 1:00 p.m. I walked around for awhile, and when I thought it was 2:15, I went to Barnes and Noble and bought a book and a coffee. So I walked to the flea market and got there at 1:30 p.m. I was thinking, "Where the hell is Kitto?" So I walked around the flea market like a fucking idiot. I actually called up Kitto and I asked him where he was and why he wasn't at Delta. I immediately saw I asked a stupid-ass question. So I keep walking around until my watch says 3:30 p.m. Then, Kitto arrives.

So then I discovered that we have to set our fucking clocks, watches, cell phones, and other shit back by a fucking hour. Then, we got our shit together and cleaned up the Delta College parking lot. After that, I end up walking back to my fucking house because my mom is not at home and my step-dad is watching a game and refuses to pick me up and listen to the radio.

October 23, 2003

Today's Quote: I believe the enemy has wakened a spirit in this country that understands in order to fight evil, in order to fight evil -- that in order to fight evil, you can do so by loving your neighbor just like you'd like to be loved yourself. -George Dubya Bush

-- What? Stockton, California, Aug. 23, 2002

Guten tag, readers. I have tons of homework and a test to study for. Anyways, nothing too great exciting has happened, once again. This morning, I only found a bag of prunes to eat for breakfast, so I eat those, and then I have to go "unload." So I supposedly got Kitto 5 minutes behind in schedule, even though it's not yet 7:00 a.m. I'm going through my classes and shit. In biology, I finally got to present, then we go to the cursed lecture hall, which has new carpeting and a unique odor, which obviously smells bad. I took a small biology quiz, which I feel I didn't do good on, and then I talk to Tiffany Parker. She says I have a fat head. Well, I'm going to need a bigger head for my brain.

In P.E. we did absolutely nothing that involves exercise, except for walking to the portables. We watched some movie, but I couldn't really pay attention because I had to look straight up to see the screen. Crackhead knows all these wonderful things about drugs, specifically, ecstasy, and I wonder why. Tyler knows all these wonderful side effects of ecstasy, which include: nausea, death, teeth grinding, constipation, flatulence, and paranoia.

I find it really stupid that Red Ribbon Week started today. I heard there was some free dance in front of the amphitheatre, but did I give a shit? No. Kitto told me about how they listened to Rammstein after Sympathique in French class. So I asked Mr. Dixon about it, and he threw out a few laughs. In World History, Whitney decides to play alpha test of "The Random CD, Volume 4." I was surprised when Whitney was singing Dragula. Then she blasted the DMX songs on there.

Nothing great in English, just a fire drill. In front of the Pacific campus, we're all trying to kill each other (me, Kitto, Michael, and Cory). Kitto and I get to my house, and we play Raw and my Halo PC demo. Then we went to the Red Cross Club meeting. I did not go to the last Delta Cleanup because of unexpected visits. So, I hear all the news, and guess what it's time for: GRAY SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!!!!! So I did Gray Squirrel for my first time, and it wasn't so bad. I waited for 15 fucking minutes to get a ride after the meeting ended. Now, I have homework.

Some Crispy New Freestyle!!!

October 22, 2003

Ey, fools. This is Mr. D up in this mutha fucka. Well, in case you people never noticed, I think Mr. T is hella tight. You don't want to be a fat shit like Lum, foo!

Anyways, I woke up early today. I have decided to set two alarm clocks so that I really need to get out of bed to turn them off. We're running out of milk in this place. I am also out of toothpaste and Oxy pads. So, I have to use the bubble gum flavored toothpaste and I have to use soap and water to wash my face, with the soap overdrying and I get a dry face.

In the End Zone, The Phung decides to walk with me because he has Point Break today. So I sit and do my homework and The Phung writes the following:

A woman buys a mirror at an antiques shop. She goes home and hangs the mirror up on her bathroom door. She playfully says, "Mirror, Mirror on the door, make my bust-size forty-four." A bright light flashed and her breasts grew to an enormous proportion.

Excitedly, she went and told her husband. The husband goes up, crossing his fingers, and says, "Mirror, Mirror on the door, make my penis touch the floor." The light flashed again and both of his legs fell off.

I thought that was pretty funny shit. So I finished my portfolio work, and I'm off to Japanese 1. Sadly, Wang did not sit near me so I couldn't mess around with him. We are learning more about conversation, and the Khmai kid is still not the toughest fool out there.

IMP2 was boring. I see Matt outside, and he says he will not enter that hellhole alone. In biology, more people presented. My group is presenting tomorrow. In P.E. we lost horribly because of Crackhead's laziness and unwillingness to participate correctly, and yes there is a correct way to participate, where you catch the gigantic, soft ball and throw it like a ball and not like a shot put. We lose six to zero. At least I know I was going for the ball and nearly caught the last hit of the game.

World History wasn't too fun or great. We just did a little newspaper assignment. In English, I forgot to write my summaries of the surveys. So after Ms. Darnell's lecture and our highlighting on the poem, I quickly rushed in to turn in all my work as the class was turning their papers in and organizing them correctly.

So, children. What did we learn today?
1. Seceding from the Union is a bad idea!
2. Slavery is downright wrong!
3. Mr. T's van is helluva fast!
4. Don't nobody mess with the T's chains!
5. And last, but not least...

NOBODY, BUT NOBODY IS TOUGHER THAN THE T!!!!!!!!

(Today's five lessons have no relevance to my discussion about my day)

October 21, 2003

Today's Lesson: Never use a preposition to end a sentence with.

Thalam, fellow readers. World History was not boring, to my surprise. Anyways, I fucking wake up late this morning because my alarm didn't go off for some odd reason. I believe both my brother and sister are involved in a sinister plot to fuck me over for something I haven't done, besides the fact that I smack them every once in awhile, but if you really knew me, you'd know they deserve it. So, Kitto leaves, and I yelled out a gigantic "FUCK" as I woke up at 6:45 a.m. I get a ride from my parents who hate the mornings and then I go to the End Zone. Luckily, I had time to copy Matt's notes and formulas.

Japanese is pretty fun, besides the fact that there are real dumbshits in that class. There's some Khmai kid who thinks he's the toughest mutha foo out there. Today, he was beating my bony elbow with a pencil and decides to stop, because obviously my iron kung fu training has been quite effective and I felt nothing. Wang claims that what he said to me was false and that he is one of three triplets, although I believe he is still bullshitting and I don't care. If Wang died, I'd have to mess around with Josh every day.

IMP2 is still boring with Matthews, and always will be. I'm hoping my 68% will be better than a 75% by the time the month ends. Anyways, in biology, our posta desu is finished and we're pretty much prepared, even though we're not presenting tomorrow, or so I think. We must present the following cell parts: microtubules, centrioles, cilia, and flagella. I hope that by the end of this month, I'll have a B- since I have been working diligently. Whether my progress report grades come out good or bad, I know what I'm doing to raise my grades and my parents can't accuse me of doing otherwise.

In P.E. we are starting a new game: Mush ball. Do you know why? Because I kiw yo fae cuh. Jason, you are too influential. Well, that's not so great because it's hot outside. Paul, you will continue to experience pain unless you do the following: 1.) You return my fucking book, or I will kick you, and 2.) Don't throw bottles at Kitto, or he will kick you.

Well, Kitto, I have an A in world history. But I won't boast too much because it is Dixon's class. But hey, everyone, Mr. Dixon is hella cool, and tends to be an easy grader. Aya, English was fun today. I made absolutely no progress whatsoever. Nick and I were listening to Rammstein, as we usually do. Mr. Patterson, on the other hand, decides to bust out with a marker and write on my IMP2 homework. Not like I care, Garrett is cool and I have more paper to do my homework on. The parent questionnaire is now filled out, and I must finish all my other portfolio work. So for now, janee...

October 20, 2003

Quote: I think work is incredibly important. Work leads to dignity. -Crusader Dubya

-- So apparently, if you don't have a job, you don't have any dignity, Stockton, California, Aug. 23, 2002

Obviously, I haven't updated the site for a while. Do I give a shit? Not really. But, I decided to update so I could entertain the fellow readers. Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht. Well, you don't need to know what that means, besides the fact that it was NOT an insult, or anything to offend anyone, unless they dislike me or Germans. For all you Rammstein fans out there, herzeleid.com has a new layout. Plenty of good news to share with you, my special people.

First of all, Arnold is Governor!!!! Hurray!!!! Well, dependant on your thoughts, reader, our great state of Kalifornia will be shittier or for the better. I think it's great that Arnold is Governor.

Let's see, what else? Well, I'm doing better in school. I started off on a rough start in IMP2 and in biology. On my mid-quarter report, I had 2 D's. So, my biology grade is currently a 76% and in IMP2 I have a 68%, which means I have plenty of time to catch up. On my mid-quarter report, Ms. Darnell gave me a P (for Passing) so I don't know what the hell I have in that class. Ah, new quarter today, folks. If you did your weekend homework, you now officially have an A for the quarter so far. But, since report cards are your overall grade for the semester, you may not get an A. My English skill decreases daily, because of Bijan and Amir. EH. Whether my speechcraft skill is 10,000 or not, my English decreases. If you think I'm stupid, I won't do anything. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions.

You know, a bunch of people give me the "Daily Shit." No, it's not a newspaper. A bunch of people feel like it's really funny to make fun of someone they barely know or someone they know pretty well. Perhaps it is time for "Bowling for Lincoln." But then again, maybe not. And if you're thinking I have the "Everyone's Out to Get Me" attitude, and then you think that I'm crazy, you're dumb. I can give plenty of examples of this. For example, you can take my 5th period. I sit next to some dumb wigger who believes either he can get under my skin or he can impress all the girls in class, from my point of view. He doesn't fucking know shit about me. There are some chicks in that class who make fun of me and ask me the stupidest questions ever, and we have yet to be introduced. So World History class overall, is dumb.

As another example, I can tell you about other people whom I won't name. If you know my deepest, darkest secret(s), and you tell everyone about it, fuck you. Whether you're fucking joking or not, quit the shit. If I post a fucking link to a clip with some guy who looks like Jerry and some fat chick, doesn't mean I like fucking fat porn, you fucking dumbshits. The clip was supposed to be a joke itself, not imply that I enjoy fat porn. If you think I'm dumb, you're dumb. If you make fun of my beliefs on religion, you're fucking dumb. If you make fun of me because I listen to heavy metal and you don't, again, you are fucking dumb. Agent M is still hot, and Tsunami Bomb is not stupid, even though it's the only punk band I listen to. If you think my site is dumb, why the fuck are you reading this?

Then, there's my "terrific" family. They complain that they do so much for me, and I act as if I don't appreciate it. I am thankful for the fact that I am not a bum, or live in slums, or any of that shit. They just fucking annoy me. I'll write in further detail about them later. There's much more Daily Shit than that, but I won't tell.

Anyways, enough of that, let us get back to other shit, shall we? As far as music goes, I still don't have a drum set or an A string, because either 1.) My mom is too "poor," or 2.) My mom is too lazy to drive me over to Music-Go-Round. I can play more Rammstein songs on guitar. If you still want/need another band member, you can e-mail me here. Kitto still has my fucking CD.

Halo PC has come out for...PC!!! I haven't found a pirated version of that yet, so I'm playing the demo. But that itself is fucking fun, especially online multiplayer.

Lots of homework today, but today's update is so far unfinished. Have you noticed that I now post quotes of the day? Wang wants to die. I was joking about killing him, but he says, "Please, go ahead." I was talking to him today and he says he'd rather die than miss out on the great things in life. Why would you want to miss out on great things like sex and parties? Wang, man, I won't kill you, but I don't know about Michael and Kitto.

October 6, 2003

The election is tomorrow. Special election photos in the pictures section. Go see them now, and vote for Arnold.

October 4, 2003

Well, the month of October is slipping by. I'd enjoy it, but I always have homework to do. My Arnold Schwarzenegger project for English is due on Monday, and I have more things to do. I'm hoping tomorrow I can go to the mall and study in Barnes and Noble. Last time I studied there, I sat for six hours straight reading a book. Aside from studying for hours on end, I plan to do some shopping. I want to check out stores and go buy my fucking A string (yes, my guitar still doesn't have all six strings).

So I've had homework over the past few days, nothing more. I missed the Red Cross Club meeting, because Kitto didn't go, and I had homework. The gothic chick that Frances told me she'd hook me up with ended up not liking me for several reasons, or from what I thought: 1.) She doesn't like Filipinos because they're not cool enough (she's fucking Filipino. Strange indeed), 2.) She hates my name (yet another weird reason), and 3.) (I'm guessing this, and the probability is high [not based on my views of myself]) She thinks I'm not very handsome. Well, I saw a picture of her, I didn't think she was hot, and I thought she didn't really look like a goth.

Well, it wasn't that big of a deal for me, because I have a strong feeling I will not have a girlfriend in my high school career. Damn it, Cory got me into 2 different games. I got hooked on playing Chinese Poker (or in this case, "Jinese" Poker) and some game called "Asian Hacky-Sack." Kitto has vowed to help me change the site's format (it is pretty boring, not that I care).

I found out I made one hell of an improvement in IMP2 and I now have a B (compared to my previous C). You can call me dumb or some shit, but I don't care. I just don't do my homework, and the teacher neglects her duties. Teacher means one who teaches, not one who tells you the fucking assignment and says "OK, now do it," without offering help. I still want to move to another table, because a majority of my class is dumb, and I sit next to Chris Huff. If I had fellow "nerdy" people around me, we could actually make progress and not talk about phat beats and how smoking weed makes you feel "good."

I don't know how good (or bad) I did on the biology test, but I did study. Same thing goes for the World History quiz. So, yesterday, I painted my nails black. In my own opinion, it's hella tight. But for other people, well, you might get the picture. Obviously, at Point Break, Moriel understood nothing, as he still continues to insult me (perhaps I will shoot him as with Columbine???). I was told I did a good job, for a dude, by several girls.

"The Random CD, Volume 4," will be released soon, I just need to find more songs. You know, if I had my own domain with unlimited web space, I would share much more (videos, mp3s, etc.) but I refuse to pay. Well, Wang. Otoko no hito, Wang-san, maamaa baka... (shakes head). Joey's solo on Disasterpieces is fucking insane, man. My mom has yet to pay for my Rob Zombie shirts (this was the same case with my Rammstein shirts).

Today, I was "supposed' to clean the house. I will not fucking clean the house on a Saturday. The only thing I did clean was my room, because the floor was covered in a layers of my clothes (I fucking hate using the word clutter). Amu Sohrab's family is here, and I have no fucking clue why (but they don't bother me).

Man, I have a speech craft skill of 10,000. Well, to explain, Bijan and Sohrab's children are playing Sonic Adventure 2 Battle on my Gamecube. Bijan boasts that we are "stealing his skills" by holding down the B button on a rail to accelerate. Sohrab's children deny this fact, and Bijan says, "Shut the fuck up." Well, hello, I am right here on the computer doing my report. So I grab my drum sticks (which I also use as a punishment) and WHACK Bijan across the back. Being a Tavakoli, he got up quickly and tried to take me down.

Fat chance he has indeed. I got him into a reverse chokehold and told him to calm down; he didn't. SO, I got him up, told the other children to leave our presence, so that I may talk with Bijan. I carried him into the bathroom and locked the door. He's throwing tantrums for no fucking reason, and I just kept telling him to calm down. He started to grab shit (brushes, hair spray cans, etc.) and throw it at me, then he charged.

Bijan can't do shit to me unless I'm asleep. He swung wildly in a "rage" toward my rather gaunt chest. Being as iron as I am, I felt no pain. So Bijan thinks he's helluva tough, and can kick my ass. All I did was bob and weave in the little 5x10 foot space we call a bathroom. I told my mom to calm him down. As my mom enters the bathroom, I sit here and work. I eventually hear this gigantic SMACK.

So, I'm done with today's update. I have a project to finish.

October 1, 2003

THALAM!!!!!!! IT IS NOW THE MONTH OF OCTOBER. IT IS ALSO THE SITE'S ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! September is now in the archives.

So, I woke up excited and shit, so I got ready after I woke up. Kitto and I go to school. I drop off my internet use forms. After that, I headed for the End Zone. I was going to do my homework, but we're learning new shit in IMP2 so I didn't know what to do, leading me to say, "Fuck this, I'll do it later." I did some of the World History timeline. At 8 a.m., I packed my shit and headed for the parking lot. It was time to go to Point Break.

We got on the bus. Lonnie tells me I listen to gay ass music (heavy metal), but hey, everyone is entitled to their own opinions. I got off the bus and almost forgot my backpack. I told David that I thought it would be funny if I were to wear a shirt with "Satan's Disciple" on it. So, we get acquainted with the speakers and shit, then we're playing some games. Pretty fun it was indeed. Now, I could see why I was told I would cry, although I didn't. But I won't ruin the experience for anyone else.

Man, David and Kerry. Man. .:shakes head:. So, after the thing ended, we went back to school. God damn it, I had to wait until 3:10 p.m. to get picked up. Mom complained that she was waiting too long. We got back at 2:40 p.m. Ten fucking minutes after I told her to pick me up. Damn it. So, I waited. You can still view Jerry and Hella Fucking Chunky Soup by visiting the September Archive in the Old Shit section, you sick fuck.

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