December 10th

I fucking hate Dreamweaver so much. Aside from always fucking underlining shit that doesn't need to be underlined GOD DAMNIT STOP UNDERLINING. Everytime I remotely (GOD DAMNIT) try to change this little text box, the fucking sidebar makes sure to move halfway down the page. It pisses me off to no end. So if I ever go a week without updating, you can pretty much just guess I got fucking mad at Dreamweaver or something. That explains why the sidebar isn't here today (I sware to god I'm not underlining this on my own I fucking hate dreamweaver.)

Anyway, Mr. Minks hates me or something. Our first assignment was to write a story about our partner, which is good because Max made sure not to tell me anything about himself that I could actually use to craft a story. So, I crafted a three page epic detailing the adventures of Max as a rogue cop and his crazy mexican partner Carlos as they try and take down a crazed Grimace, who has gone crazy, butchering and eating Ronald McDonald, the Hamburglar, and Mayor McCheese. And of course, nothing can kill the Grimace. After an enthusiastic reading where I even acted out the firing of the AK47s, Mr. Minks just kinda flipped out. He told me that it sounded like a video game, and I came to learn that anything overly violent is like a video game in Mr. Minks' eyes. Then he told me it wasn't original.

I'm sorry, how is the Grimace fucking ripping Mayor McCheese apart not original? That's just comic genius. I mean, yeah, it was dumb and stupid, but I was writing to entertain all my dumbass teenage classmates, not to fucking wax philosophical about Max's home life. I love how everyone in the class just flipped out on Mr. Minks and told him how great they found my story. I love my classmates. Mr. Minks got really mad at the whole class and just lectured us for the rest of the period. Our next assignment is to demonstrate how to do something to the class. Yeah... I don't really have any talents. I was thinking about just bringing in Street Fighter and showing the class how to do a Shoryuken with Ken or whatever, but I doubt Mr. Minks regards video games as informational. God I hate old people.

Programming pisses the shit out of me because I know nothing good will come out of it. I mean, I spent three months learning BASIC so I could program a terrible frogger ripoff (It was called "Jimmy versus the Trucks," make your own conclusions). I wish Ms. Koch didn't take down the page of all the past student projects because they're so fucking terrible it's rediculous. I mean, there was absolutely nothing on there that even resembled a game, except for maybe "Save The Flamingo." Damnit, I have to find those game, they make me cry they're so bad.

As for Ms. Mafi. I don't know why but I'm just want to hate her. I don't really have a reason for it, she just smiles too much for it to be natural. It's just when she hands out a list of stupid goddamn rules (cleverly titled "Ms. Mafi's guide to success) I get kind of pissed off. I highlighted that whole, what not to do thing, because it basically outlines what I plan to do every class period, as illustrated. I'm so funny it hurts inside.

Also, I got my first detention in two years. You all remember my little note to the FBLA. Well, aparently the school system thinks I was disrespectful. See, they just don't get it. If they had let it slide, it would've remained nothing more than a cute little joke that we could all forget about. But no, now IT'S WAR. They just had to fuck with me. I officially declare war on the FBLA. Officially. Also, I have to write an apology note to Ms. Shea, who aparently runs this group of money-hungry bastards. Yeah, that's a riot, I have to make a fake apology. Like, I thought an apology was supposed to be an admission of guilt. I ADMIT NO WRONGDOING! The FBLA is a group of terrorists who must be stopped. My first strike? My apology letter will most likely contain numberous grammatical errors, including but not limited to; frequent misuse of the three forms of "there." Childish? Yes. But it still makes me laugh.

Not a whole lot else has been happening. I saw Eddy's new show. It was creative... almost good even. He's still a hack compared to me though. And we need a drummer for our totally awesome band which is in fact totally awesome. Also, Sega is fucking insane. It's like they pay people to come up with the most retarded ideas for a game ever. I mean, what did somebody say?

"Well, I like Virtua Fighter, but it should be set 1000 years in the future, have absolutely nothing to do with the original games at all, and oh yeah, maybe you could throw a robot in there or something."

Oh yeah, and we had an assembly for Latin pride today. I don't know what Asian Mike popping and locking from here to sunday has to do with Latin pride, but it sure does make me smile. And they need to bring back Clone High, because Clone High is the second funniest cartoon ever, right behind Family Guy. Download "Raisin' The Stakes" if you enjoy laughter. Let's end with a quote from JFK.

"Hey, let's all go swimming in my pool! And by pool I mean bathtub! And by swimming, I mean sex!"

Classic.