Finally! My night class let out early and I got home just in time to sit down and write a blog 
tonight. It’s been a few days since I’ve last blogged, but don’t worry! You haven’t missed much. One of my regular readers (Tom, I believe) said something along the lines of “Hey Scott, why don’t you blog 500 word blogs every day instead of 3500 word blogs once a week?” Well Tom, and to anyone else with the same question, the answer is simple: life. Life is full of unexpected surprises and responsibilities. I normally write my blogs in the evening, and some days I simply don’t have time because I have to do something, be somewhere, meet someone, or study for an exam the next morning. I really do want to blog every night, but I simply can’t. So, I make it up to myself by blogging larger amounts every few days. So, what’s tonight’s blog going to talk about? Glad you asked! First off…
Google rejected me! I can’t believe it. A few days ago, I heard one of my friends say that he earned over 150$ in one month by allowing Google to place a small ad on his website. The money is generated every time the ad is clicked. His site has about the same amount of visitors as mine. I was baffled; I didn’t think those things could make much money at all. That kind of money would be more than enough to pay for this website completely and even get the whole nine yards as far as hosting goes. I was thinking that hosting mp3s and videos would be back again, in super-high speed! Yesterday I applied to be in the Google AdSense program. Twenty-four hours later (a few minutes ago) I got an email telling me that my application was rejected! They told me why too! Actually, I’ll just quote the email.
Hello Scott,
Thank you for your interest in Google AdSense. After reviewing your application, our program specialists have found that the website currently associated with your account does not comply with our policies. Therefore, we’re unable to accept you into Google AdSense at this time.
We did not approve your application for the reasons listed below. If you are able to resolve these issues, please feel free to reply to this email for reconsideration when you have made the changes.
Issues:
— Inappropriate language
— Sensitive content
Huh, that’s interesting. Did you read why I was rejected? Google says that my website contains inappropriate language and sensitive content. That’s strange. My blogs are written at a second grade level as far as language goes. I don’t believe I’ve ever written a swear word in a single blog entry. The current blog word count says that I’ve written over two hundred thousand words too. It must not be something I wrote… crap! It’s the comments. People have posted really bad language in the comments before. I’ll bet that’s why. But it also says I have sensitive content. What on earth does that mean? Well this is what Google says:
Sensitive content: Google believes strongly in freedom of expression and offers broad access to content across the web without censoring search results. At the same time, we reserve the right to exercise discretion when reviewing sites for AdSense. We’ve found that your website contains content that we don’t allow at this time. AdSense policy doesn’t currently accept sites that advocate against any individual, group, or organization. Please review our policies for a complete list of site content not allowed on web pages.
Huh, I don’t advocate against anything do I? Oh yeah…I talk about how stupid certain things are like Liberals, Michael Moore, and Fahrenheit 9/11. Those darn democrats screw things up every time! Well, also, I think I’ve spoken on many pages about how homosexual 
Microsoft is and about how stupid the AIM messenger is and, hey, I even rant about how I hate pedestrians. But, come on! You’re going to reject my website because I talk negatively about pedestrians? I can’t stand getting rejected. I guess I’d better just stand up high and take it like a man. I’ll probably never be able to post Google’s ads on my site so I’d might as well burn my bridges: “You suck Google!”
My streamripping page is going through the roof! Every month I get a few hundred people to my site they Googled for information about streamripping and found my “How to Streamrip Like a Pro” page. Actually, if you go to Google and just type in the word Streamrip and press search, my site ranks number one! The cool thing about my site is that not only do I walk people through step by step how to set up a streamripping server; I tell them how to do it with Linux! For my example I used one of my favorite internet radio stations (Japan-A-Radio) in the screenshots purely to demonstrate how it’s done. A few months ago I got contacted by one of the administrators at the radio station who told me to change it immediately. Actually, I forgot about it until yesterday. Oops! Well I just realized I’m rambling on about something no one really cares about so I’d might as well drop it and move on…
You wouldn’t believe what goes on in my Psychology class! I swear, I really don’t want to sound bad, and I don’t want to sound arrogant or like I think I’m anything special, but some of these people are so stupid! Yes, the teacher is one of them. I know I’m playing with fire writing bad things about my professor on my website while the class is currently in session, but I think I’ll be all right. I haven’t used her name so it can’t be Googled. Plus, there are only a few weeks left of the glass, by the time Google got it it’d most likely be over. Anyway, wow. Last class on the way out my professor was like “Oh yeah I think we’ll be having an exam next class over chapter seven.” Everyone (including me) just paused and said “… what?!” Seriously, this professor is the most unorganized one I’ve ever had. She gave us a syllabus the first day of class clearly showing the days and chapters the tests will be on and over, but she doesn’t follow it at all! She completely skips tests then makes-up tests out of the blue. Quite a few people didn’t even attend last week. I couldn’t imagine how bad they felt (that sick-to-your-gut feeling) when they heard there was an exam today. Ok, so anyway, half the class wasn’t prepared. You’d think the professor at least would be. Nope! She came to class ten minutes late because she was trying to make the test for us, but ended up being unsuccessful so she said she had to do it orally. Excuse me… an orally given exam? That’s ridicules. I asked “Do you already have the questions written down?” to which she replied “Yes.” I then (politely) stated “You know you could make it a lot easier for everyone if you just used the overhead camera to show the paper on the projector.” Everyone sighed in relief (I think one person even started clapping) as she said “Ok, I’ll do that.” For some reason, I feel like some kind of leader in this class. It’s not because I’m anything special, I think it’s because all of the rest of these people either don’t care or are incredibly shy. Also, the guy I sit next to is somewhat like me. Together, we pretty much run the show. He’s a very liberal democrat, so we clash on a few things, but we always remain rational and respectful about them. Today he asked “So did you see Fahrenheit 9/11?” and I was like “Yeah, actually” and he said “It had a lot of facts in it didn’t it?” and I looked at his face… paused… “ha ha ha ha.” I’m getting off track. Anyway, the professor started showing the test. It was one of the exams from the teacher manual! Only a few questions were highlighted though. She was condensing a hundred-question exam into twenty five questions! She’d hold up a piece of paper for a minute, then fold it and show another question, then turn the page… it was stupid. The questions were really hard actually. They weren’t difficult in the sense of the subjects. I studied and knew the material. They were really hard because no one knew what they were asking! New paragraph.
Half way through the exam someone (who had previously expressed his disdain for this test he knew nothing about because he was out of town the previous day and the professor only gave us one day’s notice) jokingly asked “Can we just make this a group test?” The professor looked at him and said “Sure.” We (the class, collectively) were like “Really?” She said “Yeah, but you can’t look in your book. You can only discuss it.” Well, isn’t that peachy? I said “Can we start back at number one again?” and agreed it’d be a good idea. I quickly (but clearly) read each question out loud for the class because I was in the front row and the back row could barely read it. Then, after I read it, the class would discuss it. Like I mentioned earlier, the class is really quiet. It was more of a conversation between me and the guy who sits next to me. We would “argue” over an answer, come to a conclusion, write it down, and the rest of the class would put down whatever we decided to put down. ^_^ It was funny. Near the end, some other people started joining in the discussion more, but mostly it was just us who decided the answers and the class blindly put down whatever we said. As soon as we were done with number twenty five, most of the class left. Only about five people didn’t dart out the door. I was one of them. I asked “Could we look at the beginning one last time?” because the guy I sit next to and I still disagreed on some of the questions. To make a long story short, almost half of our answers were wrong! With the help of our professor clarifying the actual questions, we were able to correct our mistakes. We knew the answers; we just couldn’t tell what they were asking. We’d read the question and talk it through with the professor and if our perception of the question was different from what the professor intended, she’d let us know. This test wasn’t meant to be hard. Heck, she even made it an open-group test. I’ve never had one of those before in any of my classes, and it’s quite embarrassing to admit since this is “college”. Then again, it is a general Psychology class, so it’s not supposed to be very hard at all. Finally, we got all the questions right, and turned in our tests. After all the tests were collected I said “So after we screwed-up the rest of the class, we stayed after to fix our own papers!” Even the professor laughed at that one, but how ironic it really is!
You know what amazes me? This goes back to what I was starting to talk about when I brought up the fact that some people are really, really stupid. One of the examples of the questions that I found difficult sparked a comment from a girl that baffled me. To clearly explain myself, I’ll go on and quote the question from my memory to the best of my ability:
James asks Sally a question to which she is supposed to answer “true” or “false”. Which of the following questions will take Sally the longest to answer?
– (a) A maple is a tree.
– (b) A table is furniture.
– (c) A penguin is a bird.
– (d) A rose is a flower.
Well, without even looking at the question, the answer is pretty easy to see. Think of all of the answers as analogies and see how they relate to each other. See how in a, c, and d, the first object is a live animal and the last object is a classification of animals? The only one that stands out is b. It’s different than the rest, so we know that it has to be the right answer right off the bat. Upon analyzing it, we see that a, c, and d are easy associations since the object fits in a definable category. B, however, doesn’t necessarily fit in a clear category. Furniture is hard to define, and there is no strict definition that says what is and what is not furniture. To relate the two (table and furniture) you have to draw a mental cloud of representation on what a table is, what furniture is, then relate the two. This is much more complex than the other three, where the object easily and quickly fits in the definable rules. So, B is the correct answer, right? WRONG.
“No Scott, I’m telling you, the answer is not B” my psychology professor told me. I was baffled. How on earth? What the…? How could it not be B? The other three are practically identical. The professor rolled her eyes and said “It’s C!” The guy who sits next to me and I just looked at each other… then looked at the professor. “Why would it be C?” we asked in unison. “It’s hard to figure out that a penguin is a bird.” She sighed in frustration (with us). I instantly spouted off “Penguins have wings, they’re warm-blooded, and they lay eggs!” (Thank you Bill Nye the Science Guy!) She replied “But it’s still hard to figure out that a penguin is a bird!” I quickly answered “But doesn’t everyone know a penguin is a bird without having to even think about it?” Immediately after saying that, the girl behind me rose up and said “A penguin is a bird?!” I started laughing. ^_^ Also, there’s one last thing I forgot to mention is purely amazing to me. Before the professor announced that this test would be open to discussion, everyone was writing their answers on their own papers. I sit next to a guy on my left who rarely does any work and usually does really poorly the work that he does do. I knew he’d try to copy off of me, so I politely used a cover sheet. By the time we were around the early twenty questions, I looked to my left at his paper. He only had four answers written down. The ones he didn’t know, he just left blank! It’s a multiple choice test!!!! I hardly knew all the right answers, yet I was able to deduct at least two or three answers so even if I didn’t know the answer, I was able to put something down that I could be pretty darn sure was close to if not the exactly right answer. I just, I couldn’t imagine that someone in his twenties couldn’t mentally grasp the concept that if you leave a question blank, you get no points. If you guess, you at least have a one on four chance of getting it right. If you can eliminate one, you can get a fifty fifty-fifty chance! If you leave it blank, you don’t even have a shot. I just… it’s really amazing to me. I don’t want to sound bad or anything, but… wow.
Today someone started asking me personal questions. Ok, they weren’t that personal. I was in math class and the professor wasn’t in yet. I was sitting down and there was a loud and outgoing guy to my right, and a quieter reserved guy sitting on my left. The guy on my right asked “So what’d you do over the weekend?” to which I replied “not much”. He corrected himself and said “I mean where did you go?” I clarified myself and said “I didn’t go anywhere or really ‘do’ anything.” He asked “don’t you ever go anywhere?” and I was like “naw I pretty much just go to school and work.” The guy on my left spoke up and asked “don’t you have friends you go places with?” Uh oh, the question. I get asked this every once and a while online, but rarely in person. “Hmm… Not really.” The guy on my right was like “What?!” I paused. I was at a loss of words; I couldn’t think of anything meaningful to say. So, I did as I do when I’m caught off guard on a topic I’ve already blogged about; I said what I blogged. “I usually find the people I’m closest to are ones in my various classes, and it’s interesting because every time a semester changes, I lose all of my old ‘friends’ and am around a whole new set of people.” “Dang”, the guy on my left said, “You need to live a little.” I chuckled a little. The guy on my right said “Yeah, you don’t want to become like that guy!” he said as he pointed to the left of the room to Bob. The kid he pointed to is a guy who comes to class early every day and wears ear-bud headphones and plays music so loud that it can be heard on the other side of the room. He never talks to anyone*. No one knows his name, so we all call him Bob. We can talk about him right in front of him, because his music is so loud that he can’t hear us. The guy on my right said “What is he listening to anyway?” “Evanescence”, I said. “Really, how do you know?”, the guy on my right asked. “It was the topic of discussion last class; you weren’t here.” He laughed and said “oh, I thought you listen to them or something.” I smiled a weak smile and replied “Nope.” He said “I usually listen to…” and spouted off some list of bands I never heard of … “ever hear of them?” “Nope.” “So…”, he asked, “what kind of music do you listen to then?” Uh oh, the question of death lurks its ugly head. Once again, I was caught off guard, and had nothing to reply with other than what I’ve already blogged about. “I’ll usually listen to easier stuff. I find myself listening to a lot of lighter Japanese and Korean contemporary vocal music but lately I’ve been starting to spend more time listening to some of the classic German operas…” They just looked at me ^_^ The professor walked in at that time, thank goodness… but it was one of those moments where I could feel myself turning slightly red (am I really that embarrassed about my preferences in music?). I remember thinking “Blog, here I come.”
Well, Blog, here I go! I have a really big math exam tomorrow morning, so I’d better go so I can get up early and study. I already studied through my computer programming class tonight, so I’m mostly mathed-out. I’ll wake up at 7 tomorrow and get to school at least by 8:30. Then I’ll have plenty of time to take advantage of their quiet study rooms to learn and practice the rest of my math. After all, learning higher math doesn’t take much memorizing. It just takes time practicing repetition to learn it. If you memorize math, you’ll do horribly. That’s my tip for tonight. I’ll blog again in a few days. Have a good one! –Scott
Hey there. It’s a Saturday night so I have a lot of time to write to myself. I’ve jotted down a quick little list of things I would like to go over tonight, but I’ll try to take it lightly. Tonight I can’t think of any word to describe how I feel other than “free”. I walked in my room, sat at my desk, turned on my laptop, started playing Japan-A-Radio, and now I’m ready to blog. I think I’ll enjoy writing tonight. It just feels like one of those good blogging times. I haven’t blogged in a few days, but I’ve been busy. I know, it seems to be the story of my life, but I’ll never abandon my web log completely. I might want to from time to time, but I’ll always be coming back for more. All right, enough with the pretext. Here we go.
I went out on Thursday night, are ya’ proud? Thursdays for me are like Fridays for you. Thursday is the last day I have class every week. I sure love Thursdays ^_^ Anyway, I went to see a movie with my sister and my sister’s friend whom I haven’t seen in quite a while. Once again, it was really nice to get out of the house for an evening. We went to see Spiderman II. The movie was all right I guess. I wasn’t crazy about the first one, so it might not come to any surprise that I didn’t care too much for the sequel. Though I will admit, the sequel was better than the original movie. 
I’m sure that when Spiderman III and Spiderman IV and Spiderman V come out, I’ll be seeing them anyway. The story was all right (though I’m sure people who were into the comic strip can appreciate it more than I can) and the acting was even ok, but there were two things that made it too hard for me to like this film. First, but least important of the two, there are the special effects. Movies always try to push the envelope with special effects. I think it’s great; what a wonderful way to push for the development of new technology and computer/film editing techniques? However, I think that special effects should be effects and no more. You should be able to watch a movie and enjoy it and not notice and special computer scenes or modified images. It should look real and natural. You shouldn’t be able to distinguish where the film stops and the computer generated images start. If you look at the screen and say “wow that’s some good CG” then I think it really kills the impact. If you can’t do a stunt without it looking real, then don’t do the stunt! I don’t think that, with the computers and money that we have available for movies like Superman, we should try to do fully CG characters. This was the tragic epitome of overdone and quite obvious special effects should not have even been attempted. Such moments are clearly visible in Star Wars Episode II (where the kid is standing on that elephant-thing and it’s so obvious it’s not real because of the forces of gravity are not even close and the lighting is way off) and The Matrix Reloaded (where Neo fights all of those agents with the pole and it’s so obvious it’s not real because of the forces of gravity are not even close and the lighting is way off) and in Spiderman (where Dr. Oct is pulling that girl up the building and it’s so obvious it’s not real because of the forces of gravity are not even close and the lighting is way off)… see a pattern? If we can’t do it and make it look right, don’t do it. It really kills things, at least for me. When my mind gets off the story and onto how it doesn’t look real, they just lost my interest. Oh yeah, the second reason I didn’t like Spiderman II was because of the dialogue! Talk about the epitome of emptiness in the mind of American actors (or scriptwriters). The opening sentence of the film, where the protagonist professes his love for a woman, he goes all the way to the dictionarial depth of using the phrase “Oh boy” to describe his love. I’m sorry, to say that’s just a little bit disappointing (bleak) doesn’t quite express the sinking feeling of hopelessness I felt right about then. Ok, I’m really going way too far off on this. I’ll get back to the original subject of… nothing
After the movie was over, we (my sister, her friend, and I) walked out to find the hallways dark and people slowly walking all around. The power was out, and it was weird, because we had no clue while watching the movie. They must have had backup generators on standby ready to go. Anyway, we walked outside and it was pouring rain. There was a restaurant a few hundred feet away. It was absolutely pouring rain. I figured the restaurant would be full, but thought it would be worth checking since it was a good run in the pouring rain. None of us had umbrellas (it was a bright and sunny day when we walked in) so I decided to check it out. I went emptied my pockets into my sister’s hand so I could run faster without things falling out or getting wet (cell phone, wallet, keys, etc) and made a dash for it. To my surprise, there weren’t many people in the restaurant at all! I did a one eighty and dashed back to where my sister and friend were waiting. I’d like to thank the track team. After I got there, I proudly proclaimed that it had seats available, only to look down and realize the full extent of my wetness. Yes, I was drenched. An umbrella at this point was useless. My sister and her friend were still dry, so I tried to think of how to get them there from there to the restaurant. The car was on the other side of the parking lot. I’d might as well go for a swim if I were to go try to get it to drive them. I was thinking of where the umbrella in the trunk is when “Let’s use my jacket.” I turned around to see my sister’s friend taking off her (brown) coat jacket thing (if I were a girl, I’d certainly know what it’s called). My sister raised half of it over her, and the other half over her friend, and I felt a grin slowly creep over my face. If this isn’t a “The Classic” scene right off the DVD then I don’t know what is. I was laughing so hard in side… I don’t know why I got suck a kick out of it, but I tried to play it off. It took a few seconds for the uncontrollable grin to subside, but I finally got it under control. I decided not to get too close; I might get sucked under that (relatively small) jacket too and then get transported right into the movie itself. Actually, I can remember an almost identical scene from “Lovers’ Concerto”, but I don’t think I’d be too hasty to get into that one. The ending is not exactly as happy as one might expect. If you haven’t seen the movie, you need to. Ok, enough of that. We went to dinner, ate, talked, went to borders, then my sister’s friend’s parents picked her up then I went home with my sister. I’m not exactly sure why I’m reporting this to the strangers who read my blog, but I guess if you’re a dedicated stalker of mine you’ll be especially pleased to hear the details of the things I do when I’m actually out of the house.
I’m writing this paragraph because I hear the song on the radio… “Chihiro Onitsuka – Gekkou”. I’ll have to post this one; it’s absolutely beautiful. I don’t know what it’s about, and I don’t think I want to. I’m always able to hear it every few months and somehow fit my life into the words. Listening to it is always comforting and reassuring, especially when I hear it unexpectedly. Although Misia is my favorite Japanese singer, I have to say that Chihiro Onitsuka is really close to her. It seems so stupid, when I think about it… this music isn’t exactly overly masculine. I’m sure it doesn’t exactly help my social image. Heh, I know what you’re thinking; “What social image?” I guess I don’t have much to lose then. ^_^ I just really like the song, and I really like listening to it. /sigh/ It just ended. I looked around my room hoping to find my stack of backed up Japanese Mp3s. About two years ago I made twelve CDs of Mp3s (about 200 hours of Japanese music) so I could take it to China. Believe it or not, I actually listened to every song twice, so I spent 400 hours listening to those CDs. If I ever have a craving for an old Japanese song, I know I can go to the pile (sorted alphabetically by artist) and find the CD with the song I want on it. However, I’m missing my CD number 2, supposedly it contains Ayumi through Deen. However, I can’t find it for anything. I did however find CD number nine that contains Puffy through Shin. When I saw that word “Puffy”, I couldn’t help but rip the CD from its pocket and slide it in my drive tray. Puffy AmiYumi… now there’s a group for ya’. There’s something so strange about this group. It’s the complete opposite from what anyone would think I listen to. I am even quite embarrassed to listen to it myself. I have this one Puffy CD I made for my car a year or so ago. I hide it and don’t play it for anyone. When I do play it, it’s when I’m by myself, driving to or from school. I roll up the windows (Heaven forbid the car next to me hears me listening to Puffy AmiYumi!) and just sit back and listen. One of my favorite little lines translates (best rhymed) to “For not being heard we say so much; with a look or silent touch, I know we’ll be all right”. Isn’t it dumb? Yeah, I know, but I like it. It’s just that little splash of randomness that everyone needs every once and a while. Ok, I’ll have to start searching for that Chihiro Onitsuka song to download. I can’t believe I lost that CD -_-
Tonight my sister was watching some movie on TV, so I decided to check it out and see what it was like. I didn’t have much better going on, so I figured that I would indulge in a few well-merited hours of watching a movie on TV. 
It was one of those independent TV films (I think) that was playing on ABC Family. It was one of those high school movies where all of the characters are seniors (including the protagonist; a strange mix of bad looks, drifting eyes, and a strange ability to speak surprisingly well). The movie (and other movies like it (example: Mean Girls (those types (Whoa, I’m in four layers of parentheses right now)))) wrap the entire plot around social groups and relationships between individual high school students with others. It’s really sad to me watching movies like this. People do and say horrible things and act like some of the lowest forms of human beings when they’re around some of these “social groups”. Backstabbing, jealous, and conspiring girls interact (seemingly randomly) with Arrogant, cheating, and otherwise completely moraless guys in some tangled story line where everyone acts like jerks at one point and comes out to “work it all out” at the end. I’m sorry, I must have missed something. Just because a guy ‘apologizes’ to a girl for cheating on her (something I hold pretty low in my book) doesn’t mean that it erases the fact it happened, and is likely to happen again. It’s like, people act horrible and then at the end they get “together” so they make it seem all good… but I have a hard time getting over the fact that these are the same people who acted horribly. I don’t get it. I don’t think (I hope) that the majority of people in these types of places (middle and high school) are more than ignorant and mindless sheep. Whatever the case, these little movies (despite the “happy” endings) seem really disheartening to me.
Speaking of ignorant and mindless, I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 today! For the record, I downloaded it. No, I didn’t pay to see it, nor did I sign the bundled “petition” or whatever it is. I originally thought I’d spend a big paragraph talking common sense about the movie and going over the pure stupidities, inaccuracies, deceptions, and lies that riddled this “documentary”. However, I don’t think I’ll waste my time. Anyone that has over half a brain who sees it will see it as juvenilely immature. The movie attacks Bush, and he’s a pretty serious guy. The movie tries to attack him personally with stupid jokes that are little more than completely immature; it tries to attack him officially by stating facts of “events” in a discontinuous way that makes it seem as if they actually happened. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I’m not going to go there. There is one thing that scares me though. The thing that scares me is that there are people out there that support this movie. They don’t support any special political statement (other than their own of anti-whatever) and they don’t actually know what they’re doing. If they’d stop to think about what they are actually doing, rather than what they want to do, they might realize how absurd and disrobing their message is. They think America will collapse… and do you know what? With more and more people out there making our soldiers our enemies and our enemies our friends, the possibility is a frightful one.
Tomorrow my family is having a “party”. Oh yay. Can’t you just feel the enthusiasm bleeding from my fingers while I type as I can hardly contain my excitement? Okay, so many I’m not too hot about this thing happening tomorrow. I just need to get over it; it’s happening. So I’ll most 
likely be stuck outside all day, moving boxes of garbage, food, or drinks from one place to another, and making appearances making small talk with the various companies. Actually, I’m not even sure who will be coming, so I shouldn’t speak negatively or prematurely. I don’t know how it’ll be tomorrow, but I highly doubt I’ll be able to spend the day by myself. I think I will be able to get some good things out of it though. Whenever I spend a while talking to a large array of people, each with a different personality, I usually learn something that makes a surprisingly large impact on my life. Some little phrase, a little remark, or even an unknowing expression might be that little spark that turns into a cinder in your mind and doesn’t burn out for weeks… slowly scorching your brain and irritating your mind. Sometimes I’ll pull something out of a conversation that’s hopeful and happy. The warm feelings that overcome you when you hear something you’ve longed to hear for so long are sparse but appreciatable. However, the gloomy afterthoughts that linger on your mind after having heard something you can’t block out of your head is one of the most frustrating and annoying byproducts of social events I think. I’ll just try to go into every conversation with one open eye and one closed ear. I’m sure it’ll be good. But, I wish I could crawl in the attic and work on my laptop for those hours. I love writing my public blog, but my personal blog I love talking with even more. I’m afraid I’ve been neglecting it over the last few weeks; we have some catching up to do. And, hey! The attic would be a perfect place to add to my private blog. Why couldn’t I do that tomorrow? I’d be fine all by my self. After all, it is independence day! ^_-
Afterthought: Check out the new link on the right side of the site that links to the page about my new public blog RSS feed. It’s really cool, I hope you find it helpful.
Well I’d better go before I say anything more stupid. Today’s been good. Yesterday’s been good. The day before that was awesome, and the day before that stunk. So, until next time, don’t stand under a tree if it’s lightning! I’m Scott, and you know who you are. Have a good one!
of the questions and practically gave away the answers to all of the hard questions. Well, one of the guys who stayed was one of my friends from that class. I can’t think of his name, so I’ll call him “Mike”. One of the girls who dashed out the door as soon as class let out early (whose name also escapes me) I’ll call “Kate”. Mike is a little loud, quick on his mind, and pretty funny. I love talking to Mike because he seems to always have something interesting to say. Kate on the other hand… Kate just doesn’t talk. She’s one of those super-nice slightly shy silent types who only talks in really quiet voices. Anyway, sitting outside of class yesterday afternoon I compared Psychology knowledge with Mike. We were quizzing eachother in preparation for a possible quiz that day. We were both sitting on the floor Indian style and Kate was standing a few feet away leaning on the wall. The hall was relatively quiet and not many people were talking, so she was listening to our conversations out of pure boredom. The subject of the test came up. I said “Man, that test really scared me last week” and he said “Yeah I know… it’s a good thing our professor is a pushover!” “Yeah”, I replied. He said “I think it’s funny how she gave away practically all of the answers after class” and I started laughing a little bit as I jokingly said “Yeah, we screwed-up everybody else’s answers during class then we got her help to fix our papers after they all left!” Kate, leaning on the wall, stood up straight and had this look of shock on her face. It wasn’t a look of a deer caught in headlights; it’s more of one of those shock-ridden animals who has just been hit by a motor vehicle. Before the pain sets in and while the adrenaline is still pumping, the animal will look back with a frustrated and mean face like, “How could you do that to me!?” Well, that expression was plastered over this girl’s face. She walked by and muttered something along the lines of “freaking ask-who’s!” Mike and I just looked at eachother for a few seconds… then we both just started cracking up. We knew that Kate was still “right there” (a few feet away) but it was so funny. This super-quiet girl out of nowhere started cussing us (me) out! Mike looked at me and laughingly said “Wow Scott, that’s pretty impressive; your words got both of us cussed out!” I looked off in the distance, pretending to ignore his comment, and seriously asked, “Do you think now would be a bad time to ask her for her number?” 
but ice has a mysterious way of recollecting itself. The problems lie within the people who are standing on top of me. Lately, they’ve been jumping. Most of you know how, when, and why I gave away all of my computers. You’re familiar with my near-hate for being asked for computer help, and you know better than to pester me repeatedly with silly questions. For that I admire and respect you. (”You” being the overwhelming majority of people who contact me these days) Now, the “other you” need to get a clue and leave me a lone. I’ve snapped before and really messed up some random and unexpecting stranger asking for help. I’ve nuked their computers. In some cases (TheBlackAlbum) twice. People need to learn to stop messing with me. I don’t mind if they simply don’t know better and ask a question. You can ask any question out of honest curiosity and that is fine, but do NOT stand there and lecture ME on how much of a horrible person I am because I refuse to answer your lame question about defragmenting a drive in Linux. I actually had one guy a few days ago ecstatic because he couldn’t fsck his cd-rom drive. For those of you unfamiliar with Linux, “fsck” is actually a command; I just thought I’d mention that. Also, you can’t fsck a cd-rom drive. A CD is read only. This guy is a fsck’ing idiot. Anyway, I really wish people would stop. I know that I’m hoping for some idealistic reality that will never happen, so I’m going to take another step and continue with my initiative. Tonight I will sign online with the instant messenger one last time to say goodbye and give my phone number to a few people who may need to contact me. After that, I’m uninstalling all of my AIM clients and leaving that all behind me. Yes, that includes venomcrack. In fact, guess what. I minimized this text editor so I could check something on the net real quick and an IM popped up from an old friend I hadn’t spoken with in ages (years). He claimed he just wanted to know how I was these days. It’s funny, because a minute later he asked me to hack someone for him, then a little later he just asked me to get a serial cracker for him. Maybe I made a habit of getting used in the past, but I certainly don’t appreciate it much now. If you think you are one of the people I have mentioned above, don’t worry about it. Seriously, I get so many of “you” every day that it doesn’t even bother me personally. It just bothers me as a group. So, no hard feelings, all right? Just… stay away from my knife. 
