Around Eleven.

I have, again, gotten into a disagreement with the queen of noobs, CS. This is a purely verbal disagreement in the fact that I haven’t punched him out and that we’re actually arguing about words. Disturbed has their new album to be released very soon (early June?) so they’ve pre-released a single called Inside the Fire. If you haven’t listened to Disturbed before, you may find them hard to understand. This is where the disagreement follows.
In this video, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9jImX7s2yk, between :36 and :38, we can’t agree on the words. These are your options, listed from right to wrong:

“Around Eleven” – Correct!
“No Longer Living” – No way this is right…

When we had Mrs. Dolezal for a sub during zero hour one day, we had a few friends try to decide which words they thought they heard. Depending on what they were told first (priming!) would affect the outcome of what they said. My guess is because they couldn’t tell either way, so they just went with the first thing they heard. Hooray AP Psychology.
Please, don’t attempt to consult “official” lyrics, because there aren’t any. Right now, all there is for lyrics are people guessing what’s actually being said. One lyrics site has nearly completely different lyrics from the next. Listen to the song, and decide for yourself.

3!

I have looked for support again, from my friend Alexander. When I realized I had three blog entries to type this morning, I was distraught. I didn’t know what to do with myself, because I was so far behind in my writing. However, I looked at Mr. Alex’s blog, and found that he hasn’t written an entry in nearly two weeks. I found hope with this fact, the fact that someone was worse off than me.
Looking at other people’s blogs (in a completely stalker-type manner, of course) I have found true meaning in my life from examining the future’s problems TODAY. I’m quite surprised Zachy hasn’t written about the disaster (tsunami?) in Myanmar. It’s all over the news, with their military government not allowing aid to enter the country, apparently because they don’t like Americans (or more likely our western influence, which owns).
Segueing right from aid to AIDS, I heard a new acronym for this on xbox live from some 7 or 8 year old kid. He called it an “Anally Inflicted Death Sentence.” I’m not sure what to make of this, other than that that kid has issues. Another thing Zachariah could write about is AIDS, which will likely be a problem for quite awhile. Also, on a side note, “Zachy” is apparently spelled wrong, but “Zachariah” isn’t? That’s borderline insane.
Lastly, I haven’t ripped on CS in a post or two, so I will take this opportunity. On the way to the United States History AP test, he nearly turned left in front of a horde of incoming cars because our light was green. Suicides are, in fact, -10 XP. How noobish.

This week's god-paragraph, not to be confused with the pure god-blocks on god108, Iowa's pure god

This week I apparently forgot to write an entry before the weekend. I have three to do today, and I have already written one. I find writing two on a weekend is fine because I write one good or decent one and then a rant similar to this and can then consider myself successful in maintaining my Language Arts grade. I can’t seem to write today. It took me a fairly large amount of time to write my previous entry, and this one isn’t as easy as most other rants are. I’m unsure why this is. Bleh.
The last sentence typed “Bleh.” has two underlines on it. Microsoft word underlines red for incorrectly spelled words, and underlines green for improper grammar. “Bleh” could be bleb, blew, bled, belch, or blotch, and the green underline says “Fragment (consider revising).” I say SCREW YOU Microsoft word. Also, when typing Microsoft, I didn’t use a capital M, and the stupid program actually capitalized it by itself. It didn’t even ask permission. Microsoft. It did it again. Furthermore, it didn’t think that “Microsoft.” was a grammatically incorrect sentence at first. Fools! Fools!
In other news, I have found an example of regression towards the mean, a psychology term. Pretty much all of the music videos on youtube are four out of five stars for their rating. There are mostly five stars, with a few lower ones for the people who waste their time listening to music they don’t like and then complaining about it. This creates a nice balance of a four star rating for pretty much everyone, making everyone a wimp because no matter what they do they’ll get four stars. Besides this, when you type fast, you type starts instead of stars a bunch, which gets annoying because spell check doesn’t catch that. Just another example of Microsoft word’s inferiority to Notepad. Now I’m sad. I have written my long, 300+ word entry for the week, and am normally done. Now, because I failed to write ONE entry during the week, have to write another one. This isn’t cool. Here goes nothing…

Ghillies in the Mist

First off, I figured out how to post pics. Second, this man has his rifle pointed at you, and you’re just sitting there staring at him. He’s in what would be known as a ghillie suit, which is the best suit in my opinion, disregarding the birthday suit.
I was looking around one the web a bit, trying to figure out how to make one of these, because running around in one would be awesome. I ended up finding the “history” of the suit. Apparently gamekeepers made them using some sort of African grass and hid around, waiting for poachers. Now it has changed into a military tool used primarily by snipers. The reason these suits are better than simply camouflaged clothing is because they can make real shadows because they are actually 3D. The darkest black on normal clothes is still lighter than actual shadow, which makes the ghillie superior. It also serves to eliminate your human-ish outline, which makes detecting you with the naked eye a lot harder.
Anyway, when I finally found a site which looked pretty good, the materials for making one of these would have cost a few hundred dollars. There were a bunch of different methods to make them, and at the end the guy talked about a bunch of ways to move around in one while in a wooded area without being seen. If CS would ever make one of these, he’d have to make his red because they’d see his noobishness no matter what he did anyway.

I Hate You.

Thursday was “Stop the Hate” day at school. A few months ago they gave us a survey about swearing-related topics and had us answer it. Apparently they finally got around to analyzing the results and found out that we are all foul-mouthed individuals. Thursday really didn’t have anything to do with hate; it was just an attempt to stop the foul language at school.
This didn’t work. I think I heard more swearing Thursday than any other day this year. There was a statistic such as “66% of students don’t mind foul language” or “54% of students hear foul language in the front foyer daily” played over the intercom before each class. Honestly, I don’t think their results were quite valid. Not everyone goes through the foyer, so the 54% should actually be about 98%, since kids yell things like “SHIT I FORGOT MY HOMEWORK” all the time.
My favorite thing was how people reacted to the picketers. These people volunteered to hold up signs during passing time and before and after school in the foyer. They said things like “Positive language is contagious” and “Think before you speak!” I saw one guy walk right up to one of them (I'm guessing it was his friend) and start cussing him out. It was actually pretty entertaining. Now that that holiday is over, the next week or two will be “Restart the Hate” week at school, since we all need to get our cursing fix in after missing a day. Damn.

DDR Diva DDR

Diva needs to have her idea written about. It shall be done. There are many ways to entertain yourself in school after you have finished a test before everyone else. You can eat something, read something (losers), throw something(s), play something (Pokemon), or bust out your green-see-through Texas Instruments TI-83 Graphing Calculator with GAMES on it. Honestly, any of these but reading seem like a good idea to me, because I never have a book.
Diva doesn’t care about any of that. She just likes the calculator games. With my calculator, there are many to choose from. My favorites include Tetris, BlockDude, Phoenix, and DDR. Yes, that’s Dance Dance Revolution. Diva only plays DDR. I have never played the actual DDR where you have to move your feet to hit up, down, left, and right arrows. They come in rapid succession and occasionally you have to hit two at once. The worst part is hitting two at once. Anyway, I have this game on my calculator. If you’ve ever seen a TI-83 you’ll know it has the proper up, down, left, and right arrow keys for viewing different parts of graphs. The game has you dance with these arrow keys with your fingers. No one can do it but Diva.

NOT TEH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUNTLEHT

As some of you may not be presently currently aware, there isn’t a plague of mist in these lands, there’s nothing out of its place, nothing, no one that doesn’t belong in this world for the dead, a beauty comprised of flesh and blood, a beauty of a pure pro, a beauty that holds ground and deserves fortune, a beauty that is so humble of its greatest accomplishments such as world peace solved in a single paragraph, and, indeed, while an enormous accomplishment, it is everything compared to the feat CS is currently attempting, a feat not driven by competition and not wrought with spite, a blog entry, once more, that is 1/0 less 1337 than all of its predecessors, one paragraph, naw, one sentence, a tiny embodiment of noobishness and garbage, a truthful compilation of thought and comma, as words are weak and syntax is satisfied none would say this is no longer a sentence, but once again noobs scream naw, for they cheat the establishment, and do everything of the sort, with semicolons, colons, and multiple dot dot dots, this is not pure in either wit or skill, as he misspells coffin while trying to shut it on the phrase we haven’t come to live by enough, SJ08> 08CS, a phrase in itself without fallacy, shining through the light as all the rays of truth in this world, a beauty in and of itself, with absolutely measurable strength and commitment to its cause, it is mortal and may die upon being erased, a new religion, full of obscenity, molestation, and lies, this is the lie we must all accept.