Divine Lunacy

Pardon my french; I meant to use the green can, but I accidentally used the red can. (think coffee). I’m rather hyped up right now, so it seems the perfect time to shove some of my conservative rantings down your throat:

This whole charging people with involuntary manslaughter for the station nightclub fire is one of the biggest loads of liberal bullshit I have heard in my 18.333… years of existence. Shit happens, people; (that’s a direct address…) yes, people died, but it was an accident. Do these idiots really think that sending a few people to jail will ease the passing of their loved ones? Yes, unfortunately, they do, and they should be slapped upside the head for thinking so. Why don’t we turn our attention to a real problem: The Rev. Mr. Jesse Jackson. Now, there is someone who should be locked up for several eternities. (Just because absolutely no one likes him.) Perhaps Michael Savage says it best. (Look him up on amazon and you’ll catch my drift, d00d.)

Now that I have actually posted, I think I’ll post again tomorrow. Be sure to tune in for a less caffeinated version of my shit. Oh, and landoverbaptist.org has a pretty interesting array of crap. (hat tip: April [Ooh. I get hat tips. I’m cool now. {yay!}])

It’s been a while, and quite frankly, I lack content. Looks like it’s time to go LJ style… OK, well not quite LJ, because I’m much cooler than sixteen-year-old girls.

I recieved my official /\/\i|<3 3/\/\Py|23 title yesterday. I’m too tired to write anything more… See the title at: My Biography. If livejournal does not post this, I am going to beat brad over the head with a billy club. It’s not my code—it’s his! it’s never mine!!!

I figured since Greg hasn’t posted about it, I would.

A few years ago there was a hit game at school located at www.mafia.org. It’s still there today but since the admin IzzyCreamCheese gave it away it just hasn’t been the same. In saying, that a few months ago (I had no knowledge of this til sometime after) Greg and our friend Tyler found Cache files from the old mafia.org and decided to try to piece it back together and restore it to it’s former glory. In the last few weeks Greg has made great progress with the site and the debugging is beginning. We’re changing the look and feel, as well as a few features, so not to infrige on copyrights and to make it more interesting. If anyone wants to help with the debugging email me and I may let you try and help depending on how I feel- wizard2012@gmail.com.

It has come to my attention that there is a rumor about me having a pet robot who likes to gamble…

(20:35:24) ImNotMexican 14: you have a brother and a sister
(20:35:28) ImNotMexican 14: mom and dad
(20:35:33) SFX Soup Nazi: Hm. Basic.
(20:35:38) ImNotMexican 14: and for a strange reason a pet robot
(20:35:52) SFX Soup Nazi: My candriod?
(20:35:53) ImNotMexican 14: that likes to gamble at that

Before things get out of hand, I feel it is my duty to inform you that I do, indeed, have a gambling pet robot. He is a candroid purchased from thinkgeek.com. You too can own one…

I’m afraid this gambling addiction is my fault. For my eighteenth birthday, I recieved, among other things a candroid and a scratch ticket. Thinking nothing bad of it, I let the candroid scratch part of the ticket. To my great dismay, he stole the scratch ticket, and used his winnings to start a life of gambling. He lives in my room, on top of my computer. Each night when I go to bed, I am extra careful to take all my money with me, as well as a knife to guard against candroid attacks. The candroid is a dangerous creature. Read more at thinkgeek.com…

A look into the everyday life of your not-so-ordinary geek:

“Hello World!”

If anyone didn’t get that then you’re obviously not a geek. Greg and I are testing something to see if it will work for a new site. We’re planning on making an all encompassing news site/review site/everything site. It’ll probably be up in a few months or weeks depending on how lazy we are. You should visit DL every day to see when it will be up. I’m going to continue updating this with the names we thought of for the new site:

• Creative Cognizance
• Communitive Conversance
• Enlightening Erudition

If anyone’s wondering, Greg has decided to let me guest post occasionally on his blog so keep looking out for my posts.

I’m six days late with this one, but at least I’m blogging.

I began to feel sick during fourth period last Tuesday. Despite my poor condition, I signed out and bought some greasy, calorie-filled crap from Dunkin Donuts as I usually do. As the day progressed, I began to feel worse, until about sixth period, at which point I reached the pinnacle of crap. I opted not to change for gym because I was far too sickly to participate. (at least I wanted Mr. Hauser to think that…). I told him I wasn’t feeling well, yet he still refused to give me credit for the day. We were to begin team handball that day, and in preparation, we were watching a cheesy informational video about it. As the video played, my condition began to worsen as if it were in inverse proportion with the time left on the video. ( [condition]*[time left]=k, where k is some constant. ) By the time the movie was over, I felt like I was in an oven. Mr. Hauser instructed all those who were not changed to go sit against the bleachers. I stood up, walked over to the bleachers, and leaned my head against the top. The next thing I remember is Mr. Hauser saying “Greg, you just fainted. Are you alright?” I smartly responded “I don’t feel well!”. He then helped me stand up and sat me on his chair to wait for the nurse. By the time the nurse arrived, my vision had blurred so much that I could not see anything. My vision was restored immediately after the nurse laid me on the floor. I was fine, but they made me ride a wheel chair to the nurses office. I went home and lived happily ever after…

Not quite… I felt very feverish for the rest of the day, but that’s quite beside the point. I went to see the doctor later that day, just to make sure I wasn’t dead or anything. The food I had purchased from Dunkin Donuts earlier that day ended up on the floor of the waiting room… Enough said… I’m fine now. I was fine on Wednesday. It was all just a stomach virus.

I am now, but I wasn’t when the question was asked. How does one answer such a question? The most correct answer is clearly “Go away before I become angry and throw a pillow at you.” Every time I get a chance to sleep late, she comes and asks me if I am awake…

HA! Take that Eskimo lady! If we had a snow day every time I didn’t do some of my homework…

It has been quite some time since I posted, and since I have nothing more exciting to post about, I figured I’d just post this essay…

I always have had a love for problem solving. This first became evident at the age of two when I learned to open the screen door. Two became twelve and preschool became middle school, but my passion for problem solving was, unfortunately, not reflected in my work for mathematics class. In fact, my seventh grade mathematics teacher would be astounded to learn that I plan to major in the field. However, middle school ended with a transition to high school where the study of mathematics merged with an emphasis on understanding concepts, and the math “problems” of the past became the promise of my future.

My love of mathematics grew exponentially in high school, when in my junior year, I was placed in an advanced geometry class in the company of freshmen. Mr. Horne’s advanced geometry class was very different from any other mathematics course I ever had pursued. With regularity, a large word problem called “problem of the week” was assigned. Many of my peers banged their heads on their desks in agony at the thought of the collision of words and numbers, a written assignment in math. I, however, was inclined to run around the classroom with glee, though I was able to restrain myself most of the time. Unlike the work assigned during class, the problems of the week were long, counterintuitive problems that required serious thought. When solving these, I often secluded myself in my room for hours, emerging from my lair only for the occasional drink of water or to pace around the house. It was the thrill of thinking about these problems, and the joy of solving one followed by the composition of a ten-page report detailing several solutions that brought me to realize my love for mathematics.

As I prepare to travel beyond high school, I find that my need to solve problems is channeled through the medium of mathematics. Many nights I am late for dinner, unwilling to part from a particularly intriguing problem. When I finally conquer a problem that has escaped me for days, I feel elated. It is the same elation felt all those years ago when I solved the problem of the screen door. Now I stand at a new threshold where mathematics is the key that opens the door, the combination that unlocks the future, and the formula by which I will build a life.