Ipsilon

Grr

2005-07-08T02:43:00.000-04:00

Why we're in Iraq
Warning: IMAGES OF DEAD PEOPLE

Beheading
Warning: GRAPHIC ESSAY

At least we're doing something about it rather than allowing them to bomb our buildings and terrorize us senselessly. Yeah, let's get out of Iraq and enjoy a "peaceful yay" back at home. And we unknowingly wait until the day they come and take our loved ones in an inhumane animal slaughter fashion.

I'm sorry, I'll just go be a coward in France.

They plan on bombing other European countries that are helping the US with the war, I can't think of others the others, but I know they said Italy. You got out in time.

Argh. And now people are going to tell me that Bush is a used baby diaper, and should not be our president. [insert bad word here]! You're not going to change my opinion, get over it.

London

2005-07-07T14:55:00.000-04:00

London bombings toll rises to 37

Thursday, 7 July, 2005, 18:06 GMT 19:06 UK
A series of bomb attacks on London's transport network has killed more than 30 people and injured about 700 others.

Three explosions on the Underground left 35 dead and two more died in a blast on a double-decker bus.

UK Prime Minister Tony Blair promised the "most intense police and security service action to make sure we bring those responsible to justice".

Read more...

Desktop Pictures!

2005-07-07T02:38:00.000-04:00

Yay, here are my four desktop pictures:

Windows XP - Clean
Windows XP - Dirty

Mac OS X 10.4.1 "Tiger" - Clean
Mac OS X 10.4.1 "Tiger" - Dirty

An update, I know, shocking!

2005-07-07T00:23:00.000-04:00

Despite the fact that I absolutely adore the movie Hitch, I haven't been able to watch it a second time. I even have two versions of it on my laptop, an English one and an Italian one.

Besides that, I've been playing Final Fantasy X a lot recently, and DDRExtreme. I finally got it for my PS2, and it's probably one of the greatest ideas out there. Whoever thought that playing videogames with your feet was actually fun? Let's just hope that the Revolution will be cool like that.

I'm not looking forward to school next year, nor am I looking forward to band camp. I hate bassoon. It's stupid, it demands pain, it demands utmost perfection, it demands time spent with bigots with their noses as high as the tower of Babel. I want to compose music, because that requires no perfection, or time spent with people claiming to be gods and heros. I don't want to make All-State this year, or be in the Florida Youth Symphony Orchestra, or listen to "classical" music anymore. I'm through with the stress of it all, damnit!

I want to have a life composing, and/or game design. I know programming in several languages is tough as crap, and keeping up with it all is no piece of cake, but it offers plenty of new things and innovating ideas and etc... I don't see anyone inventing instruments and having them join the main league of instruments. I'll write you band people a song by the pseudonym of Eilorir Snich, and that's it. After that, band will only be a liability, because I could be taking another class that actually has worth to me, like Russian I, or Spanish AP.

Crap, I need to make myself hawt. Like, totally.

Oh gosh!

2005-07-02T01:55:00.000-04:00

I was sitting here, I swear, and suddenly I knew _everything ever_. I promise, no lie, and then it went away after a half of a second. Holy crap. And now I can't remember any of it!! Arrgh... This also happened to me once last year.

You know me, I wouldn't lie for attention. It was like, the opposite of déjà vu.

Sneaking this entry, shhh

2005-06-26T00:39:00.000-04:00

When you know they dont feel the same way, but havent yet said it. The slow crushing of your heart. - Perfect. Seriously, this picture is perfect. I don't think I feel that very much anymore though, because I either gave up, or stopped trying. ;)

*shifts eyes* Have to go now, don't want to get caught!!

Dooom!

2005-06-25T01:40:00.001-04:00

Ahhh, so I was five minutes late, then my dad takes the long way there, and I'm fifteen minutes late for work, and I get grounded for a week because I made $1.56 less, while they ignoring the fact that I worked 30 minutes overtime, so I actually made $1.56 more. Ahhh, stupid, stupid, stupid.

I'll see you all online again on Friday. Ugh.

CALL ME, anytime (even if I'm asleep, or else i'll be so bored!), pretty please :)

Probando mis colores.

2005-06-24T01:35:00.000-04:00

Ahhahaha, this is a test because I like to test out my new features. I wonder what this will look like, or even this. You know, when I don't test things, the things don't get tested.

Fin

No more for moi.

2005-06-22T22:56:00.000-04:00

Hmm, I've been wondering:

Why do I keep trying? High school relationships usually stay in high school. Most people aren't mature enough to handle a relationship in high school and should probably wait until they're in college or older. Heartbreak sucks, and I don't want to have to go through that thanks to someone who can't get things straight.

I think I'll sit out on relationships until after high school. Then's when I'll find the right one, and everything will truly be hunkey dory.

Est il finie.

sucks thumb

2005-02-08T23:10:00.000-05:00

Maynard Ferguson was.

Sorry, it's really hard to type when you're lying in a fetal position.

Three Hour Walk

2005-01-27T21:55:00.000-05:00

This morning I woke up to find the bus gone. My mom was already pissed off at me, so I settled on walking to school. From my house, which is nearly in front of Parkway Middle School, I walked for the three hours with a bassoon in one hand, a geometry book in the other, and a bookbag on my back. The trip itself wasn't as painful as I seems (except for my bassoon hand, which got a brutal torturing), but it was very long. I got to school after my bassoon playing class, so I had carried my bassoon for nothing, but then again, it was my fault for taking an extra long shower this morning.

Esta mañana me levanté, y llegué a la parada del bus, pero se había ido. My mamá ya estaba enojada conmigo, por eso escojí caminar a la escuela. Desde mi casa, que queda por el frente de Parkway Middle School, caminé tres horas con mi fagot en una mano, un libro de geometría en la otra, y mi mochila sobre mis hombros. El viaje no fue tan doloroso como suena (menos mi mano que aguantaba el fagot, eso sí fue tortuoso), pero sí era muy largo. Llegué a la escuela despues de mi clase donde toco mi fagot, y lo había cargado sin sentido, pero también, sí era mi culpa por haberme tomado un baño esta mañana mas largo que lo regular.

Day One

2005-01-26T22:26:00.000-05:00

"I can see you" said the blind man.