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Zacharra
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Interests: Stealing ships, wearing eye-patches, taming parrots, and swashbuckling.
Expertise: Stabbing stuff, juggling sticks, confusing people.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
6/6/2005
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| Statistics: Mathematics for Retards!
I couldn't have been more siked to learn that my 300-level mathematcis class was quite possibly the easiest fucking class available in the department.
I hate Math to death; I wish it didn't exist in the English Major's curriculum, but alas, it does.
Anyway, I saw Underworld 2. That was a pile of shit.
I also got to see Munich, a surprisingly intelligent film about a group of terrorists that kill some Olympic Athletes in Munich, Germany. A Jewish guy is sent with a small group to take down the terrorists one at a time.
Very cool movie, I give it 4/5 stars. Underworld, on the other hand, doesn't even get a star. God, what was I thinking? | | |
| Today was the windiest day I've ever seen.
It was cool though, because some girl fell over right in front of me
due to ridiculously high winds mixed with ridiculously high heels.
I suppose that's what you get when you mix fashion with Maine: covered in mud. I helped her up like a gentleman, but she was all gross so I said to hell with it. She can help her own slimy ass up.
The rain was so bad it kind of felt like you were being assaulted by a
band of very small ninjas, all of whom decided to attack your face with
their miniature ninja-stars. I thought it was a pretty funny analogy as
I was walking back from class, but the guy next to me when I chuckled
was less amused.
Apparently he had an ironically shaped birthmark and had recieved
one-too-many sneers in his day.He snapped at me, but my ironflesh
insult reflector kicked in immediately and I sent his ass in the other
direction crying.
Overall, a pretty sweet day. Minus the tiny ninjas.
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Man, Christmas rocks. I don't care if you're Jewish, Buddhist, or any
other type of non-Christian and that you may or may not be offended
by me talking about this holiday, it fucking rocks.
Know what doesn't rock? Whiny bitches that think it's cool to hate
Christmas because their emo friend hates it, because his/her friend is
poor and can't afford it. Whatever pal, more presents for me.
If you can accept a warm cinnamon bun, a shit-load of chocoloate, some
free stuff, and still hate Christmas, you should be hanged... over a
fire. From a stocking.
In fact, I wish it was Christmas every day so that I could get tons of
presents from people I've never even met-- often people that I've never
even heard of all 300-whatever days of the year.
Way to take one for the team, Jesus.
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| Attention Creator of Spyware: I Will Find You and I Will Kill You.
It's
hardly abnormal to dislike popup-advertisements and obnoxious spyware
infestations, but I think my hatred has ascended to a level of
psychological genocide.
The concept that a thinking, reasoning human being would create something
to purposefully damage another's computer is stupid enough, but the
reason why it's done blows my mind. Advertisements are advertisements:
they have but one purpose, and that purpose is trying to convince
people to notice a product or event.
"Hey, maybe if I make this painfully aggrivating advertisement pop up
on someone's computer screen constantly, they'll want to buy my
product!"
YEAH FUCKING RIGHT.
Hell, I'm never
buying that product now that its creators decided that it was necessary
to infest my computer with their stupid ads. Forget rushing
to the store because this bullshit flash animation told me to, I'm more
in the mood for finding the company and headbutting its responsible
employees into dust.
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| Blogs Suck.
They really, really do. If I had the initiative/time to study some
serious HTML scripting, I'd make my own Web Site without the bullshit.
Unfortunately I don't, so I'm stuck typing my nonsense into these
pile-of-shit "live journals" or whatever.
A couple of people I know in real life (whoa, remember that?) have been
badgering me to make a "MySpace" account, so I did. Unfortunately, once
again due to a lack of computer skills, I pretty much rendered my last
entry obsolete by making the layout hard-as-hell to read.
I'm going to fix it though, just as soon as I give a shit. For the
record, it's got a badass Kill Bill layout, so check it out, even if
you don't bother reading the nothing I have on there (which I wouldn't
blame you): Scarlet Jile's Thingy
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