The silhouette of Scott emerges from the fog…
4,506 words | Posted on March 6th, 2004
Scott was 18.45 years old when he wrote this!
Filed under: General
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, here I am! I come with the long-awaited blog entry I’ve promised to everyone since I suddenly and mysteriously disappeared almost a week and a half ago. After the longest delay between posts in my [recent] blog’s history, I come to you yet again. However, most unfortunately, I have little to show for my time away. One might imagine that I would spend my “unplugged” time doing useful things like reading, working, building, programming, or possibly even going out of my room and making a 
small stab at having a life. I, however, have done none of these things. I don’t want to use the word depressed, because I’m not at all sad. I will, however, say that the delay between the previous post and this one has to do with discouragement. I’m not sure why it happened this way, but whenever I went to my computer to start a new post, that “yuck” feeling came over me and I just wanted to do anything else but blog. I think that it was for the best, however, because it gave me a good week and a half to collect my thoughts on my own; and you know what I realized? Without this blog, I don’t think very much! Oh how boring life was without the semi-daily entries of language, irony, and self expressive humor! Suddenly, the realization of my fairly uneventful life hit me, and I couldn’t pull myself together long enough to sit down and write about my life [or lack of one thereof. Nonetheless, here I am now. I have buried my nails deep within the flesh of responsibility, and although I rip with all the might of excuses, it will not tear. I must accept the fact that I can not peel myself away from this silly little blog, and that I am nothing less than committed to [ultimately] continue posting. I can’t win. I can fight it, but I will always lose. I have little choice but to go with it. So, at that, here comes another days’ blog. I hope you enjoy it.
I’ve been getting a lot of fan mail lately. I think it’s really cool how some people will stumble upon my site, read over [a huge amount of] my blogs, and really get to know me. Then, after packing the facts they’ve learned about me, they proceed to talk to me. I have strangely created a little circle of admirers, who thrive off of the glow of my simple writings. Everything I do is amazing to them. Wow, Scott has three monitors? That’s amazing! Wow, Scott got hit on by his school counselor? That’s so funny! Wow, Scott’s writing a screen name hacker in Python? I’ve got to copy him! (more on this later). Although I have a [just as dedicated] anti-fan group of followers, it’s the constant stream of positive emails I get that really make me smile. The other day I got a really nice email from an anonymous stranger (a girl who is much younger than I) talking about how much she wishes she could find someone her age in her state who was like me. Reading over her reasons (which involved everything from “snappy humor” to “quiet sweetness”) I had to chuckle a little bit. “Awe”, one would think, “a little girl thinks I’m sweet.” On a serious note, I had to question the things this girl was saying. Snappy humor? Quiet sweetness? These things may be portrayed through my writings on my website, but who’s to say this is the kind of person I am in the flesh? I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a completely different person when I’m away from this comfortable and controlled environment. It made me think how differently I act in person with people, and how some of my closest friends on line would probably be little more than simple acquaintances if I met them in the flesh. Yet again, we travel back to the topic of alternate personalities and switching between the two. If one were able to control when and where to use what personality, how wonderfully easy this life would be. But, unfortunately, we can’t. That’s what makes life interesting; that’s what makes us human.
VenomCrack has been creating quite a stir! In case you’ve been living under a rock for the past few weeks, the AimPoo (screen name hacker) project has been renamed to VenomCrack. Why you asked? Well, the name AimPoo is crappy. Wow, that joke was so sad. Moving right along, the AimPoo name drew many of the immature and “newbish” script kiddies to my door. I can usually tolerate most of the childish qualms of short tempered immature people who have little better to do than annoy me, but eventually their frustrations build upon me and I unleash it all upon one unlucky person who contacts me. In fact, I’m in the process of making a puppet show all about how I got TheBlackAlbum to erase his hard drive. How fun this will be! I do believe it will be the first video I made that will be distributed through my website. How exciting! Oh yes, I’m getting off the topic. VenomCrack is written in Python. I wanted to learn how to write in Python, so I started researching and I decided to move AimPoo to this new language. The funniest thing just happened though. This guy (aim: spinflip or spinfliplol) made me laugh. Now I don’t want to make him sound bad or anything; he seems like a nice guy. But all the sudden I find out he’s making a screen name hacker and he’s writing it in python. I’m sure if I asked him about it, he’d say he was planning it for a long time, and it had nothing to do with my screen name hacker written in python. “Wow, what a coincidence” is the only think I can think of to say. Anyway, PythonCrack is pretty cool. It handles on-hack hacked.txt logging, email notification, and tons of other new features. However, right now I’m planning something big. I can’t go into the details right now, because I leave my house in forty minutes! I did get another funny thing happen to me the other day though. In my email, I got an on-hack notification for the screen name U12 (hacked with the password “poop”). “Curious”, I thought, because I didn’t remember trying to hack with that password. Then, I laughed to myself and realized, “Someone must have used the default mail-to address when they hacked with AimPoo!” Well, I threw in a change of email form and 72 hours later got the screen name. About a week after that, I got an IM from a kid, “Scott, I think I made a big mistake.” He seemed like a nice guy, so I gave the name back to him, but I thought it was a funny story. Also, get this! About six months ago, the screen name “mints” IM’ed me wanting to be an AimPoo beta tester. He ended up hacking the name V12. That was a long time ago though. The other day, I hacked a screen name with a common password. It was, you guessed it, V12! I IM’ed the guy on it only to discover that mints gave it to him a long time ago. So, I think that’s a first. I hacked-back a name that was hacked by an old AimPoo user. What’re the odds of that?
I actually went somewhere last night. Go figure? Yes, it’s true, I’m actually doing things on Friday nights again. Again… I make it sound as if I ever did things on Friday nights. Actually, when I was 12-14, I used to volunteer at the Orlando Science Center on Tuesday mornings, Thursday afternoons, and Friday nights. It looked really cool to write down that I had over 400 hours of community service by the time I got in high school. Plus, those years I spent there I learned so much! I met one man who I really liked. I think his name was George Bean. He was a fairly aged man, although he had a vigorous energy to him. He was fun to be around, and the guy was really smart! He was a retired engineer for the military. 
He was the nicest guy, and he taught me so much! I still think of him a lot, whenever I hear things that deal with floating static charges or excited mercury igniting the gas in the incandescent light fixtures. He worked for the military designing a radar system that he says is still mostly classified today. He designed in in a way that it could detect metal far beyond the curve of the Earth’s horizon. He said that this set of giant dishes he designed was so accurate, that it could detect a coke can floating in the ocean two hundred miles away! He was so cool to me, and he really helped me learn a lot of stuff. I say “was”, because… he died a year or two ago. I only recently got the news. He was a [dental] patient of my grandfather, and he says that he would always come in and talk about me! It’s ironic though… I find out about this now, after he passed away. I’m told he has a wife though, that’s still alive now. I keep thinking about how nice it would be to write a letter to her to tell her how much I appreciated him, and how nice he was to me. Every time I try to start, though, I get all tied up in the words. I never met this woman; what do you say to the stranger of someone you respected who’s long since passed away? Would it bring her happiness. or just more sorrow? Oh well, I’ll think of something. Back to my original topic. The past few Friday nights, I’ve been going with my friend (Jon L) to a youth group he teaches. He teaches a group of Asian high schoolers and asked me to go with him once, and I’ve started going regularly. I don’t know why I go… (not in a bad way)… but I keep going. It’s come to be my mental reboot time. Two or three hours on a Friday night alone (with a group of people) and away from school and my other normal life has some curiously positive side effects. It’s nice to get out, even if it is just for a little while; it puts things back in perspective. It’s also funny to see the peoples’ different personalities shine through their words. Some of the things that I hear there are so funny, and I simply have to close my mouth and fix my eyes and stare in the distance to try to keep from snorting out my nose or burst out laughing. It’s not that the things I hear are funny, it’s just that they’re unexpected. I think I have TOO much control in my life. Yes, it’s something that I’ve always tried to obtain, but being in control of everything for too long takes all the fun away from your day! I’m still waiting for someone to ask, “Scott, why do you go?” and I’ll have little more than a dumb look to return. I’ve even gotten some very awkwardly uncomfortable accusations as to my reasons, which are very… I can’t put a word to it. It’s one of those things that, if you ask me in person, you’re going to start bleeding.
Well, I have much more to talk about – but I’m going to be “going out for the day with family.” Can’t you just see the fun bleeding through the very pores of my existence! We’re all going skeet shooting at a place near my house (one last time before it closes down). My dad is going, my sister is going, two aunts are going, two uncles are going, my grandfather is going, my grandmother is going, another family is going consisting of a couple, their son and his finance, another one of their sons, their daughter and her boyfriend, and I’ll bet some other people are going that I’ve forgotten to list. Oh yeah, I’m going too. I didn’t list myself. That much was assumed. It’ll be interesting to see how it goes. I’m sure I’ll have some stuff I’ll be screaming to write about, but I never will since it ties in too closely with the “real world” — a taboo.
Ok, I’m back. Here I am resuming my blog nine hours later, but to you it was done in no time! You know, if you were to stop and think about it, that’s pretty cool how I can spend so much time between two lines of text, and you don’t have to spend any time at all. It’s cool it works out that way. Thank goodness for sanity. You know, it didn’t go at all like I expected it to. It was very peculiar, the way the chips fell on the table. Jared, one of the guys there, talked about helping out doing the voice acting for TheBlackAlbum in the puppet show I’m making. I was thinking we’d do it tonight, but he ended up going home afterwards, and I doubt he’ll be coming over any time soon; so I think I’ll just have to do it on my own. The puppet show looks great, I’m really excited about it. I’m going to be interfacing my video camera (with s-video output) to this really cool card I found in an old computer (with s-video input) and hopefully pulling out some really nice and high quality video. So, yeah, you all have something cool to look forward to! If this turns out to be a hit, I might do some more of it. The first one is taking a while, because I’m trying to do this all by trial and error. However, if I do more, they’d be easier, and I could also use some help! At that point, I’d advertise for people who want to help with voice acting / plots / ideas and things… but that’s a long way from now.
Guess who I had another encounter with? Yes, that’s right; “the lady in the hall” stopped at me again before chem lab last Thursday. This lady, for those of you who haven’t read my last post (no excuses; you had time!) is the same lady who was like “Are you old enough to be here!?” Anyway, she stopped and said “Hi! How are you doing?” with a friendly smile. I was sitting in the same group of people I was the week before. I glanced up, smiled, and politely said “I’m doing very well, how about yourself?” “I’m doing great, thanks!”, she said as she walked away. My eyes followed her to my right as my head tilted back toward the left where the other classmates were. My eyes peeled away from her image and met my classmates just in time for me to see their red tightly-knit faces break out laughing. The first time, it was strange. Now, it’s funny. I put my money down that she’ll do the same thing next Thursday. But what do I do if she does? I really feel comfortable with this (mid 40’s) woman. Should I stand up and formally introduce myself? I’m sure whatever I do will make a scene, I know that I’m watched by my classmates. Maybe one of you blogreaders has an idea?
“Hey Scott, how many people do you have on your buddy list?” Someone today mentioned this question, and you know what? I sure get asked this a lot. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the people who ask me this question are trying to show off. “Hey Scott, I have more buddies than you” or “Hey Scott, I’m more popular than you” or “Hey Scott, I know more people than you.” I’m sorry, are you 
trying say that you’re better than me because you have more names on your buddy list? Wow, I bow down before you in your coolness! I’m amazed at how many abstract tags you have in your list. How depressing it is to me to look upon someone’s buddy list, only to see themselves listed in every category, and bots like smarter child listed along with their acquaintances. Every once and a while (usually by accident) someone will get added to my buddy list. Now, I’d say I have a few hundred people on mine. However, ever few months I try to reset it all and remove all buddies. That way, by starting again at zero, I can do a good job at keeping old unused names out, and only the [semi-]important people available. Some people have noticed that I almost never IM them. I know of six people that I actually seek to IM. Their names start with j,j,s,m,h, and k. (surprisingly, only two of them are girls). Which leads me to another topic that I’m sure I’ll write about later on in this blog.
“Scott, you’re saying LOL again!” Vahh! I am, aren’t I? I’m such a failure! For those (are so unfortunate few) of you who don’t IM me, I almost never say such silly acronyms as “lol”, “rotfl”, or “l8r”. I also never use abbreviated words such as “o”, “c”, “u”, “r”, or “k”. I always thought these to be so stupid. I don’t see the point in not using English while writing to other humans! Plus, have you ever noticed that half of America can’t spell “ROTFL” correctly? Almost everyone that IMs me calls it “ROFL”. Oh, I’m sorry, you left out your T! (The article “the”). Anyway, I’ve been talking to a lot of people (girls) on AIM lately, and am constantly pounded by the “lol” acronym. I’ve caught myself using it in quick situations where I say something [usually embarrassing] and don’t think about what I’m writing. 99.9% of the time, I’ll use “haha” or “heh” or some other form of a laugh without an abbreviation, but I’m starting to slip! Ahh, help me pull myself back together!
Stop complaining about 500 words! There’s this kid in one of my classes that’s just… amazing. I call her a kid, I don’t know why. I’d estimate her to be in her mid twenties. Anyway, she said something like “Yeah, I cannot believe it! I have a test to study for in a week, and a five hundred word paper due the same day! I don’t know how I’ll have time to do both.” I’m sorry, five hundred words? Do I hear someone complaining about writing five hundred measly words? What is with these people?! Now, no offense to anyone who doesn’t like to write… but five hundred words is nothing. I can sit down and type an educated-sounding 500 word paper in five minutes tops. I don’t know what’s with people these days, but they act like papers are evil, and writing is grueling agony. Then again, I’m just weird that way. You have to realize that this paragraph is coming from the mind of a boy who sits down and types six or seven thousand words in one sitting.
Scott, you might change your major away from computers!? I know, can you believe it? I’ve been dangerously flirting with the idea for a while, but now I’m more serious than ever. Nothing in me has changed, rather my perceptions of the future. I know that if I continue with my current plan to become a computer engineer that I’ll be good at what I do. I’m confident that I’ll have little trouble in finding a job. The problem is, however, quite obvious. Tons of people are going into the field. To put it lightly, there’s a very good chance the job market for computer engineers will be incredibly small, since there will be such a surplus of workers! My worry isn’t that I won’t be able to find a job. My worry is that my job wouldn’t pay very well. I mean, hey, if there’s such a surplus of people, tons of them will be unemployed. Even though I might be “better” than them, companies wouldn’t pay me much under the excuse “We could just hire someone else for less money.” In the back of my head all my life I’ve been thinking medical stuff. I think I’ve narrowed it down to dermatology. Someone recently told me, “What the heck? Did you just wake up one day and say to yourself, “Hey, I want to be a dermatologist!”" Well… yeah! Some people think that sort of thing is nasty, but I’m fine with it. Ever since I was young, I have loved those TLC shows of surgeries, and I’ve always liked stuff that makes other people sick. Some people think I’m mentally ill; a sick desperation, perhaps. None the less, the idea is rolling in my head, and I’m trying to think it over. It’d be awesome (much better) pay, great hours, a nice solid practice, there’s a projected shortage of medical fielded workers, I love medical stuff… It’s something to think about. As far as school’s concerned, I’m still in my first few semesters of college planning on finishing up at this school with an AA in engineering. If I changed anything, I probably wouldn’t touch my current classes. Rather, I’d add-on some more biology, anatomy, and other classes so when I do graduate, I have a nice stab out of both degrees so I can decide what to do then. “Scott? Thinking of not doing computers!?”, surprised? Yeah… me too.
War Driving! Ok, now this thing is getting me excited. I’ll start from the beginning. What is war driving? Well, it’s a term given to an act that is usually committed by computer-savvy teenagers with nothing better to do. Basically, it involves building a big homemade wireless network antenna, hooking it up to a laptop, setting it in a car, and driving down the road. Once you stumble upon a wireless network, you navigate around to get the best signal you can, then you park. I, with one or more 
friends would all move to the rear of the car (trunk / folded down seats) and set up our computers. Once we’re all networked together with a good signal and ready to go, we hack. Yes, I said it, hack. However I’m not saying it maliciously. In fact, I don’t even know many of the details about the methods that will be used. I’ll have to try it a few times on my own to get better at it before I can expect to know exactly what I’m doing. Anyway, so, yeah, we hack the wireless network. Fun, isn’t it? Some people simply don’t understand though. “Scott, why the heck would you want to spend so much time doing something like that?” Because it’s fun! “Scott, why hack strangers’ wireless networks?” Because they’re there. “Scott, what do you get out of it?” Adrenaline, and a challenge. I’ve come to a point where not much is a challenge to me anymore, and I’m not learning much new stuff. What a great way to jump start both areas of my mind! “Scott, isn’t that illegal?” No, actually. The current jurisdiction says that it’s perfectly legal to receive signals on the standard wireless network 802.11x bands and do whatever we want with the captured information. There are some (mild) limitations in the 800mhz range regarding intercepting cellphone conversations, but we’d be far away from something like that. Technically, if we gain access to a remote network and use our unapproved entry for harm, we can be held responsible for the things we do. If we try to hack a network and get in, then it’s fine. If we hack a network, go in, delete everyone’s files, and get out, technically that is illegal. Not to justify illegal actions, but I mean, even if we did do horrible things, it’s impossible to prove that we did anything! But to add another layer of irony to the mix… this whole thing is completely anonymous and almost completely untraceable. If someone had some really expensive equipment, we might be tracked, but technically we could do all the illegal stuff we want and could not be tracked, and even if tracked, it couldn’t be proven that we did anything. Then again, we’re dealing highly in the hypothetical here. No one’s going to care about some kids driving down a road with a homemade toy. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. The fun part (at least on my mind) is finding the silliest stuff to make the antenna with. The infamous pringles antenna is one of my favorites. It’s made out of, you guessed it, a pringles can! I’ll put a picture of it up for ya. So, yeah, there you go. If it ends up working really well, and turns out to be really fun, maybe I’ll create a video documentary of the project. Who knows, I’m just in it for some good clean fun.
Well, it’s late, and I’m sure you all are tired of reading. I’ll take this time to offer another formal apology for the delay between the previous blog and this one. I was being an idiot, and I’m sorry. I let my computer down. I let my website down. I let my blog down. I let my friends down. I let myself down. Hopefully it won’t happen again, but you can never tell. There might be this “thing” that happens to me in the future that I can’t even fathom yet. What will it be that will rock my world… I know my life won’t stay like it is right now forever. When is it going to change? Who’s going to change it? A girl? /insert spooky music here/ Ok, well, I think that music is my que to leave. It was nice writing to you again, I’m pretty sure I’ll write again soon. Goodnight everyone. Have a good one.
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| voicesshutup wrote the following at 04:02:55 PM on March 1st, 2004 |
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Yes well, I had them cause for the past week (at the very least.. ), I’ve been getting 2 ho rs of sleep per night. With school, dancing, and work.. thats all I can manage.. Ohwell.. I miss sleep.. |
| Amb wrote the following at 02:31:07 PM on March 1st, 2004 |
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S’more anime kawaii (or asian, as Scott calls them) faces for you ^_^; Nervous, embarassed |
| Anonymous wrote the following at 10:38:02 PM on February 29th, 2004 |
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Awe, and Mine have finally gone away. |
| scott wrote the following at 12:41:01 AM on February 29th, 2004 |
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I think by ‘hot’ he means ‘ditzy’ which implies that they do not study, thus, they don’t have bags under their eyes and they’re clueless, not grouchy. me on the other hand, I kinda like the bags under the eyes ^_- |
| Voicesshutup wrote the following at 12:03:27 AM on February 29th, 2004 |
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“Enjoy college cause that is where all the hot girls are in life. ” –> Oh you media *****.. Can’t wait till college, cause I guess I’m just gonna all of a sudden be hot.. Eh, I like to think of myself as hot anyways.. And why would college girls be hotter. Ever heard of the freshman 20? (This varys to 10-50.. who knows). Not that, that is saying anything. And with late night study habits, lack of sleep, and headaches all the time, The baggy eyed mean and cranky woman, must certianly float your boat.. |
| Louis wrote the following at 06:18:00 PM on February 28th, 2004 |
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I have the same exact hand shaking problem, but when I have caffene it seems to help. I noticed it in tech ed when I was making a little “reaction tester” thing. It got done, but I almost burned my circuit board. |
| scott wrote the following at 11:42:03 AM on February 28th, 2004 |
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“Enjoy college cause that is where all the hot girls are in life.” — man I want to go to *your* college |
| scott wrote the following at 11:41:26 AM on February 28th, 2004 |
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note to self: ignore Joe |
| Joe wrote the following at 07:54:57 AM on February 28th, 2004 |
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Scott well I read your blog and I am a little upset how you handled your little older lady incident. Let me tell you what you should have said when she asked are you old enough to be here. You should have said, “Why yes I am, do you like younger guys, and would you like to go out sometime.” Maybe it made her really horny to think a young guy, let me rephrase that. A young “stallion” would be with her accompanying her at college whatever she may be. Think of the complete obvious here Scott. I mean come on??? Have I taught you anything ?? LOL good luck with the “older” ladies on campus. Enjoy college cause that is where all the hot girls are in life. |
| scott wrote the following at 02:33:22 AM on February 28th, 2004 |
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no problemo! |
| Supergirl wrote the following at 11:11:55 PM on February 27th, 2004 |
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wow, yeah really I would have never thought of that either… and yes Nikki I’m glad there was someone else who didn’t get it either and went ahead and asked so I didn’t have to. Thank you Scotty for clearing that up for us!^_^ |
| Nikki wrote the following at 10:18:48 PM on February 27th, 2004 |
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Hey, thanks! Supergirl: I’m glad I wasn’t alone in my musings. |
The other ones were pretty easy to figure out, but I NEVER would have guessed that those semi colons were nervous/embarrassed sweatdrops. 
| scott wrote the following at 09:20:38 PM on February 27th, 2004 |
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=o) is a smiley face ^_^ is an asian smiley face ^_^;; is an asian smiley face with nervous/embarrassed sweat rops X_x is a knocked out face XD is a knocked out face smiling -_- is an asian mad or frustrated face now you know… |
| Supergirl wrote the following at 08:24:42 PM on February 27th, 2004 |
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Ahh Nikki, I’m glad you asked!!! because I have noooo clue what it is either… so would someone be so kind as to clue us in…please ^_^ |
| Nikki wrote the following at 07:03:03 PM on February 27th, 2004 |
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Hey, guys this question has been driving me NUTS–often I see people making this ^_^;; face thingy, and I can’t figure out why there are semi colons in it or what they are supposed to be! I’m going crazy trying to figure it out. |
| Amber wrote the following at 02:46:46 PM on February 27th, 2004 |
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>.> I dont comment because I’m female. I comment because I’m a chatter box. I dont think my gender defines that I cant keep my fingers still. Yeah… As Scott has once said “I open my mouth and crap flies out through my fingers.” >.> Anyway, keep up the… whatever you’re working on now, Scott! -Amber PS: Scott… I wouldnt hit on you if I met you. I’d be like “…………… So… This is awkward……………. ^_^;;” Yes. That would be it |
| Voicesshutup wrote the following at 11:16:09 PM on February 26th, 2004 |
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Is it just me, or has there been an overflowing amount of females commenting lately on your blog (I know I fit the catergory also..). Eh, scott, I’m 16. I truely hope I’m not one of those “Obsess over ever little thing” type of teenage girls. If I am, ohwell, for I do not know that I do it. And shaking hands, I think I might have the same problem. But its mostly when I have to focus on my hands being still, it will NEVER happen, I’ll shake REALLY badly. And I love drinking coffee, only thing that helps to pull all nighters. And then the shaking doubles. Its very annoying, but I try to just ignore it. Glad your webcams up! |
| Kei wrote the following at 09:46:36 PM on February 26th, 2004 |
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I would hit on you if I met you ^^ oh ya; I will arrange it that we meet. (be proud of me! I used one of ur semicolons!) |
| Amber wrote the following at 04:29:31 PM on February 26th, 2004 |
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Ah, Scott… You’ve got the burden of too much knowledge. This is a turn off to girls your age because they’re dumb. Yes, dumb. Women mentally mature faster than most men, they say, but I find that to be untrue. Personally, I think 90% of teenagers are all immature idiots. (Myself included, though I dont really think I’m immature, just an idiot.) Today, I had to listen to my one friend babble on about how she was so amazed that she didnt want to stick her tongue down her new boyfriends throat all the time. I was somewhat confused.. A little weirded out, but I changed for gym class and went along my merry way just the same. And yes. Highschool popularity is all measured in physical sorts of things. Good looks, great voice… I’ve found its measured in a lot of material things too. My one friend Richard makes a lot of friends because he has a lot of money. (I just like Richard because we’re both geeky video game/anime lovers ^_^) My friend Britt makes friends because she’s got a beautiful singing voice. My friend Maria makes friends because she’s a straight A athlete… How do I make friends, you ask? (Or, maybe you dont ask, heh… But I’ll tell you just the same.) Well, I figure its this… Luck. Pure luck. I guess some people befriend me for my awesome advice giving skills… That, or I’m the only person dumb enough to listen when they begin talking ^_^ But my vote is still with luck… Well, good luck with all the blogging, the classes, the older and younger women hitting on you… Y’know… The stuff you’re usually put up against. Anyway, talk to me on AIM sometime if ya want ^_^ -Amber |
| scott wrote the following at 04:24:46 PM on February 26th, 2004 |
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shakey hands caused by no sleep? pfft – like I’m going to sleep more because of my hands! I’d much rather continue 5 hours a night and have shakey hands, then have soft hands at the expence of 3 hours of every day of my life! Think about it, 5 horus to 8 hours = 3 more hours of sleep a day… times 365 days is 1000+ hours a year, which is about 45 solid days of time I’d waste. |
| Tall Jon wrote the following at 04:11:26 PM on February 26th, 2004 |
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your just always getting “hit-on” by older women, scott -_^ and your hands shake cause you don’t get enough sleep…(after years of research, i have figured this out) |
| Voicesshutup wrote the following at 06:49:01 PM on March 7th, 2004 |
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“Should I stand up and formally introduce myself? I’m sure whatever I do will make a scene, I know that I’m watched by my classmates. Maybe one of you blogreaders has an idea?” Don’t stand up.. keep doing twhat your doing.. Just casually say hi (if she says it first).. and things should be fine. Scott.. Where have you been?! I miss our late night convos.. no ones on at 1-2 in the morning.. Anyways, glad to see (finally) an entry. -erinn- |