So, we're going to try out a new experiment in Innocent Town. I'm not sure how it will work, or if it will at all. I'm not even sure this thread will get a single reply, simply because we haven't tried something like this before. It's not a game, it's not a joke thread, it has less to do with Innocent Town than anything in the forum.

You could say this thread is "sort" of like an off-topic. Except it's not. An off-topic thread will infrequently change what the topic is, and basically serves as a place to talk about all your ramblings and discuss those ramblings with other individuals.

This thread will be doing things differently from most "off-topics" in that you are only allowed to post in this thread ONCE per calendar month. You cannot reply to other people in this thread.

Think of it like a literal dump, if you have one in your town/city. When you go to a dump, generally, you dump things. This place, the Innocent Town Dump, will take your posts.

Make them as well crafted, or as awful as you want. Leave a crappy Youtube video, talk about a pimple on your ass, or how you plan on running for president in 2016. Tell us everything, from the most inane of things, to the truly profound.

Just remember, that there's only two rules to this off-topic.

Rule #1 - You can only post in this thread ONCE per Calendar month!
Rule #2 - You cannot reply to other people in this thread.

Is this simple enough? If you have questions, PM me, so you don't violate rule #2, and so you don't waste your one post for the month in this thread.

By the way, this post counts, so I can't post until October now.

Let's see how this experiment goes.

Okay. So the first thing I would like to talk about is the plot errors in the DC serial "52".



Note: Michael Siglain joined the editing staff shortly before they all started happening. Are they his fault?



When we first meet Mister Ferry in week 22, he is an out of shape black man. When we next see him 7 weeks later, he is a fitter, blonder, pinker man.



In Renee Montoya's memoir in week 30, she talks of leaving Gotham almost six months ago. She actually went with Vic Sage to Kahndaq from Gotham (by connection flight) in week 14 or sixteen weeks prior which isn't even four full months.



In week 34, Day 1 is the start of a scene where Black Adam's Marvel Family (BAMF) is being hunted by mercenaries. They are being spied upon while they converse when an explosion knocks them apart in the final frame of the page. Turn page and you see them still being rocked by what appears to be the same explosion as Atom Smasher grabs Black Adam, but in the corner of the page we see it is now day 3. It seems to be confirmed as all the same scene when Black Adam is surprised to see Atom Smasher. A mistake the editor should have spotted easily.



In week 34, Day 7 as Vic Sage is brought into St. Luke's, his hair changes from gray to blond to black.



Week 33, Day 6 being Christmas Day would make Week 34, Day 6 New Years Day. Yet Renee Montoya narrates that Day 7 of Week 34 is New Years Eve rather than January the second.



There may be other gaping plot holes but those are the ones I spotted.



The next item is cheek kissing.



You ever do cheek kissing as a greeting or farewell? I figure it's best reserved for relatives. Not male relatives because I'm not Italian. Like if my sister gives me ride somewhere and I want to thank her sweetly, I'll give her a peck before exiting the vehicle. Or if I want my Mom to feel special on any given day, a quick smooch on her cheek. Well, a decade or more ago I was visiting my cousins family and she and her friend had been pounding(make rapid fist pounding motion here) on me for the last two nights while I was trying to watch shows. Late in the night before my family got up early to leave town, she and I were horsing around in a rumpus room. Practicing our cartwheels, et cetera.

I rolled with my butt on the ground and kicked my legs in the air cartwheel motion and my lead foot connected with a satisfying thump at about her sternum. Accident. No intention behind it. Just for a second, I thought, ha, I finally landed one back on her. Then she acted really hurt, said things were getting too rambunctious and promptly left the room.



So I started feeling very guilty about what had happened. I decided I'll make it up to her and show her what a sweet, gentle boy I am as my mother and sister have witnessed. We come over to their house next day and she answers the door and I have it in my mind that I will give her two quick smooches, one each cheek. That is the plan. So I say "Hi", lean in and connect with "my nose". Nyah! Now it looks like I'm making out with her. I went for it anyway. Turned my chin upwards (I'm being very slow about this because it has just turned awkward) and finished the cheek kiss. I thought about going for the other cheek too. That WAS the plan, after all. So I pulled back, edged left to the other side and then thought better of it. I mumble, "Sorry..." because NOW... I have something NEW to say sorry for. We never talk about this EVER when I'm around her.



Quick note: My brother comes up with the joke that I kissed her AND gave her a teddy. Either a toy bear or an expensive piece of lingerie. I've never asked which.



As my aunt (her mother) is hugging me goodbye, she licks me on the cheek. My dad made a crack about me getting slimed. Next visit I remember, I get my aunt back by practicing my cheek kissing on her during our hellos and goodbyes. Makes her squirm. I revel in it. This is after setting a precedent by cheek kissing female relatives at my grandma's birthday bash. So my mom doesn't find it "entirely" out of the ordinary. I like to avoid social awkwardness wherever possible.





Next I'll talk about stupid science.



Some scientists are really stupid. They look at matters with no common sense. How did scientists discover how to cure constipation?.... They didn't! People who were having such a problem solved that one on their own. They came up with methods that worked for them. For untold centuries people just did what worked. Then scientific "thinkers" decided to test it all to see if it really worked. They observed people being on various different diets and when certain foods did work they questioned why. Then they made up a name for why because that's what science geeks get to do; they make up names for why things work the way they do. They called it fibre, by the way.



Being a science geek and making up names for things comes at a cost. You have to go to the patent office to see if you were the first to find out about this. You walk in, Albert Einstein is manning the submission desk.



"Eureka! Albert. Eureka! I have found the key to unlimited power!"



"Vat are you blabbering about?"



"I call it E=mc2."



"Vat is this nonsense?"



As you explain your theory, Al is thinking, "Wunderbar, now how do I steal it from him?"



As you finish diagramming your thesis, Einy cuts you off saying, "That very theory was submitted this very afternoon. I am sorry, but et es the brainchild of someone else entirely."



After you leave disappointed, he submits your work as his own.



I've always thought there was a conflict of interest with him being a patent clerk and a man who made many discoveries seemingly on his own.





Next we have an opinion break!



I like how J.H. Williams III depicts Bruce Wayne as old and unattractive.

Refers to DC #821





Now for the racey rant.



As a child, did you ever hear something or see something or SMELL something that changed your life forever? For me..., it was a smell. At twelve years old, I had no idea what it was to be racist. It was a smell that showed me exactly how racist I was.



Back then, I rode the "retard range rover" known as a third wave school bus to and from school and this year was no exception to the cast of oddball kids that usually ride on such buses. One afternoon on the "triple R" from school, I popped a few jellybeans into my mouth, minding my own business and chewed with my mouth closed so the aggressive driver wouldn't see that I was ingesting something. Wouldn't you know it, the most ANNOYING tattle-tale who ever lived was sitting RIGHT ACROSS THE AISLE.



I froze! She could NEVER be bribed. She just loved to tell on people. Seconds later, "HE'S EATING!"     I briefly thought about biting off that bony finger she was pointing at me while she repeated her chant over and over again. Then I realized just what a bad idea that was, all things considered, including what she smelled like. She must have been quite filthy because she smelled strongly of s***. She smelled like she bathed in s*** and rubbed it into her skin. In this minute of haste, I told her the prior sentence to shut her up.... It did shut her up. For the duration of the trip. She just glared at me for the rest of the journey to her house. Mission accomplished! ... or so I thought.



The next day at school, I was yelled at by someone I didn't prefer to talk to. Let's call her The Gift... of Gab. This girl was someone no one with any sense talked to for long if they could help it. The Gift called me racist for calling the tattle-tale whatever the rumor-mill which The Gift frequented had me calling her. Tattler was black by the way. Straight up, Home Girl!



The Gift berated me often that week and just as often suggested I join the kkk. I asked my friend Corrie what kkk meant. She said something like "clue clucks clan". I asked, "why the k's then? those words don't start with k."



So after much deep thought as to how racist I wanted to be, hours of research on the Klan and lots of encouragement from The Gift, I decided to join up! The clincher was when I found out the cult leader's title was Grand Wizard! I wanted to rise quickly in the ranks and be a GRAND WIZARD! How pumped could a twelve year old boy be to lead a cult as a Grand Wizard?



So it turned out that the Klansmen are very exclusive bunch. No girls allowed! Bummer! Plus they have to test you to make sure your IQ is under 80 points. They can't have anyone in their group thinking for themselves or developing maturity thereby making them not so racist.





How many declared relationships have my sister and brother been in respectively?



By declared, I mean they declared it to their family or to at least one member of the family that I heard it from.



My sister was first with Chris. Chris was her first real boyfriend as I understand it. He had black hair and among the creepiest blue eyes I have ever seen. I seem to remember him often wearing a bike helmet in our house and riding by while saying hi to me on plenty of occasions. This suggests that he was an avid bike rider.



My mother later explained to me that Chris had been low on energy and somewhat morose when he came to see my sister on the latest

occasions and that my sister, not wanting to be the person he went to when he was feeling down, had cut him loose to spare herself the

negativity. My sister is definitely not a comfort doll.



The next man in her life that I remember hearing about was Ian. That didn't last as long as she may have hoped. The family meet and greet

never happened and my sister was sad for a while. I'll remember Ian by name only and the excitement which my sister drew from dating him, thereby making her disappointment all the more wretched.



Then there was Daniel, a guy with dark bug-eyes and dark hair. I often speculate that men with bug out eyes have an extensive drug

history and are possibly still taking some illicit stimulants. They decided to announce their relationship by my sister sitting on his lap in our

kitchen after weeks of bringing him over and denying anything was going on.



Then my sister went surfing off the coast of Australia among "other things". She came home with Jake, a short man of Latin ethnicity. Dad had a joke about the engine retarder brakes being called the 'Jake Brake' in Australia, likening Jake to an engine "retarder". My sister was about the same with him as the last guy (Denial at first, then in-your-face PDA) . I like to think our parents have demonstrated exactly what level of PDA is acceptable in our house, but my sister had not quite caught on yet.



Then I believe comes the Big Three which my sister dated most recently. First: Al, a ginger that sweats a lot. He gave me some sweat stained shirts to wear that I haven't bothered to get rid of yet. Al could sweat playing a board game at dusk in the winter. The temperature matters not. Al sweats regardless. I believe he said he manages real estate.



My sister moved in with him for a bit more than a year before Al decided to move to a nearby bigger city and decided to give my sister her

walking papers so that he wouldn't have to come see her($ ferry tolls?!) or disrupt whatever my sister still had going on in the hometown so she could be with him. Still, I overheard my sister loudly recount a note he had written her to a friend on the phone saying that he had made a mistake and felt he couldn't take it back somehow. "In my haste to cut everything out of my life that was keeping me there, I cut out the one

thing I should have kept... YOU!"



How very romantic. No wonder she still liked to meet with him when he was back in town and her later boyfriends weren't. Myself and our Mom were of course delighted to have my sister back with us at home again... at first.



Next is Matt. Dad viewed him as my sister's rebound guy, but she got really serious with him for about or almost a year. He had a nervous laugh that I hated when I first heard it. I gradually warmed to this one. Then he hurt her (emotionally of course, no charges can be pressed) and they sort of broke it off or became less exclusive. Then she started hanging out with him or Al on different days for a while, leading our mother to take the position that my sister is a XXXX and me to ponder the situation and type up this summary to possibly defend my siblings' behavior. I believe my sister at least believes in having only one lover at one time. My brother doesn't but I'll summarize his significant dalliances shortly.



My sister's latest knight in tanned, muscle armor is Chad. Chad, whom my sister has finally met at age 30, shares my sister's athletic interests and exhibits positive qualities and does not make me uncomfortable. He went away to work and promised to keep in contact with my sister the entire time. Talk about committed! When he was out of town, my sister started inviting Al over again.



Now she lives with Chad and the other two of the three no longer know where she lives. No more late night booty calls.



Now we must talk of my brother. He has had 5 declared girlfriends. He has most likely made it with every decent looking girl who made eyes at him since his basketball playing success took off. XXXXs typically hunt down talented guys like him by reputation. He has had ample opportunities to score without really trying that hard.



This is the portrait of what success with ease does to a young man's romantic development. He had not been faithful to his girlfriends and started to be curious about the same sex.



His first declared relationship was with Kelly. I never met her. Shortly after their courtship began, he came down with something. After seeing the doctor he assured his family it was nothing serious and that she must have given it to him. He was never clear on how many girl's bedrooms he was visiting in those times. Years later, he denied ever claiming that he had gotten anything off her or that he was sick at all at the time he dated her. He did on occasion claim that she was a XXXX though.



During these same years, he met and invited over to our house on a regular basis a college girl of his acquaintance. Briana was her name and my brother would invite her over to hang out and bake desserts with her that had suggestive names like "Sex in a pan". Delicious, but inappropriate. He claimed Briana had a boyfriend and had no interest in him. Must've intrigued him.



His second declaration of love was to Rebecca. They met at his senior year regional basketball tournament trip. They had a great time on the trip together. When they both returned home, a courtship flourished. He would go to her family's house on a hill and cook with what I imagine was a huge family. He attended classes at university with her, later he told me that it was a genius idea to have sex with your study partner while they help you prepare for tests and such.



Eventually my brother got sick of Rebecca's constant need to communicate with him and began to avoid her while spending his nights with

male friends. Rebecca became very upset and he dumped her rather than reconcile.



Rebecca's void was soon filled by Sara, another university classmate of his. He selected her as suitable and she just happened to take many of the same courses he was. He did many things with Sara, most of which I am happily unaware, but used her in much the same way he used Rebecca.



He said to me that he thought both Sara and Rebecca were XXXXs and he didn't trust them or any women.



My mother later explained to me that his entire courtship with Sara had been a ploy to make Rebecca jealous and take him back. It worked. In February he broke up with Sara and at once renewed his past relationship with Rebecca.



Rebecca made communication more interesting for him by sending him frequent risqué text messages. He became angry and even violent when anybody laid a hand on his iphone during the two months the affair lasted. He then went away to work for his second consecutive summer. He said he intended to get another girlfriend and use her for her money.



I should note that whenever my brother was single he would likely play tonsil hockey with many more random chicks while out with male friends than when he had a declared relationship to look after. He boasted about these experiences later. I was never impressed.



The next girl that I know about was Ariana. She seemed nice but it didn't last. After about a month of bringing her over every week, my brother's response was "Who?" the next time I spoke to him about her. Hard to figure.



Now he lives with a girl called Maddy. Seems nice. She certainly has lasted longer than the last girl.



As yet, I am no closer to understanding healthy relationships from watching and listening to my brother and sister. Perhaps my parents still

make the best test subjects. Though they do argue on occasion, cooperation between my parents is usually what they maintain. I shall

investigate further.





The Best Ideas



The best ideas are recalled in the shower. That's because every idea sounds great in your head while your taking a shower. One day you're brainstorming and wondering if your idea is okay. The next morning you're feeling the warm water wash over you and the idea comes back into your thoughts and you say, "That's a great idea! There needs to be a tapioca flavored icecream! AND  I WANT IT NOW!"



You dry yourself off while working out how to make your homemade icecream with tapioca flavoring. You search the kitchen for a few hours... in your towel and robe... looking for the tapioca flavoring... before realizing you don't have any because you HATE TAPIOCA!



It seemed like a good idea at the time....





I saw a newsreel where two 'loving' fathers had gotten mother's day cancelled at a school because their boy didn't know what a mother was. The mother's day event was VERY insensitive to his special situation... and possibly special needs. Instead of taking responsibility, putting the boy on their knee and explaining to him that it is THEIR FAULT he doesn't have a mother, they blamed it on the school that he can't enjoy mother's day like it was any other day. I suppose, to be fair, right down the middle, Father's day will have to be cancelled at that school or even statewide just so we don't offend those dual-mom pairs who don't have a man in the picture.



The worst part is that seven percent of the population would never have the influence or the guts to do this on their own. The United States of America has got loads of sympathizers to the community who aren't part of it that give them strength of numbers to do messed up stuff to our most hallowed traditions. Mother's Day Cancelled! If the world were fair, the pride parade would cancelled along with it! They are at fault for making it an issue and the symps are reprehensible for giving them the power to get anything they want on a whim.





What Bing is good for



The one search that Bing actually gets right is the search for Google. Google then in turn gives me the proper selection of what I'm actually looking for. I tend to look for a lot of different but similar pages with the same keywords and only google gives me the selection I'm looking for.





When you are tall and young, people expect that you play basketball.



People asked me all the time, "Do you play basketball?"



When that question came up, I'd fondly recall the times I used to shoot around in a Junior High Gym or when I got on a team at an early grade before I attained any real height advantage.



The day I turned 28, I got asked. "Didn't you 'used' to play basketball?"



(waves) Goodbye, shattered dreams of my youth. Yes. Yes. I used to play basketball. I liked it very much. If you haven't seen my facial image molded into the side of sports shoe, by age TWENTY EIGHT... then I should just quit fantasizing and get on with my prostate screening!



Two years prior to that, I'd used playing basketball as an excuse not to work late at what had turned from a thriving 32 hour a week job to a bleed you dry 8 hour a week job. I'll talk more about that later.



The truth was my job was at a mall in a neighborhood that seemed creepily unsafe at night. Maybe I feared violence more than I should've.

When you are tall, you cast an imposing shadow and it's unlikely that anyone would attack you.



A short lifetime with my family and you learn to expect attacks from everywhere.



My parents used a wooden stick on my sister and I. My sister eventually devised ways of escaping punishment. I was not so smart. Happy lickings!



When I told my mental evaluation analyst in the second grade about the stick, he seemed interested. The phone rings at our house one night. I hear my dad's voice, "Oh yeah. He likes to make believe. Out of touch with reality. My son the faker."



Now, I'm pretty sure reality set in at about age 5 when my mom picked me up by the arms and wrestled me into a snowdrift because I refused to wear my little winter coat after getting out of the car to walk 15 feet to our house. Everything that happened before that was like dreaming.



My sis was a figure skater and threw graceful kick after graceful kick in my direction. My mom used to say that there was ''no animosity behind it, none whatsoever, she's like a swan!" Bull! Ma, that freckle faced giant wants to take my head off and fears the consequences almost enough not to do it but one of these times she will knock my jaw right off its hinge! I would have been hurt very badly if that continued.



My punk little brother leans behind my dad who is intent on the television. "Hey, c'mere!" I lean in. "AAAGH" In a flash, I realize why I've been seeing him filing his nails into points for the last few days. Tiny dark globs sprout from the back of my hand and he won't let go. He works them a little deeper, the pain unbearable I twist away and give him a two handed shove. He mimics my scream with a quieter voice. At this point, my Dad sensed that I had assaulted my thick-limbed 8 year old bro. He must have been listening for his voice, not mine. You never listen for the cry of the faker.



Ever since that phone call... I've been the faker. If only he could've explained his checked swing policy to the doctor, the way he has since explained it to me. Pain... minimal injury. Repeated torture to the raw nervous system of early developing children... zero evidence. He always had a mean streak.



Which brings us back to my Dad unselfishly turning from that which had him mesmerized and catching me pulling my arms back from my bro after shoving him. My dad had yet to learn that I never lash out unless someone has hurt me. This is what he did to me. Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick! I was seated on a rocker so it was about a minute before my brawny 250 lb parent calmed himself and realized I wasn't really coming back for more after every kick.



I fled the room. I barricaded myself in my bedroom, which I planned not to leave for the next 7 years. I actually used to move things in front of the door when I didn't feel like speaking to people. Only my parents had a bedroom that locked. We moved twice and they always got the one that locked. They didn't need one after my baby brother turned 15 and got over his pajama cuddling phase.



I really could've used a lock on my bedroom door growing up. It could have been a deterrent for anyone that wanted to invade my room with the suddenness of Hannibal Lecter. Remember, attacks from everywhere.



On that occasion, my dad forced his way in, cornered me and had a long talk. I may have voiced some paranoid concerns. My adolescence was the height of my paranoia. That only served to extend a long conversation that I wanted out of. What could I do? I was trapped.



In long talks with my dad, he remains calm, stares stoically, occasionally laughs and rarely blinks while I get annoyed, hurt my eyes trying to keep them open and I tear up when I blink which is often. He eventually did admit fault and apologize to me for the incident before dragging the talk into the late hours of the night until he could see that I was getting quite upset. In addition to the tears that had been leaking from me for a long while, I sounded sad. Only that will make him leave. That's how he knows he's won. He gets to feel wiser than me if he makes me cry.



He asks questions he knows I'm ill-equipped to answer. I deflect for as long as possible. He talks through every deflection. I still don't have the answers. I feel really dumb talking to my dad. There lies his power.





Horrible Customers



Being a cashier at a fast food restaurant is not an easy job. If it were a piece of cake though, nobody would be paid to do it. It's not even always hard, but when certain customer types clash with your attempt to have a stress-free day, it can get very painful inside your skull. I hereby compile a list of holes, morons and generally very inconsiderate people who frequent fast food joints.



The Intimidator



This jerk brings back food he came here planning to be dissatisfied with and for reasons known only to his psychiatric analyst, he is very angry. If you offer to make the food again, he'll snarl that you've already wasted to much of his precious time. If you offer to give his money back, he will say something equally clever like, "YOU'D BETTER GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK!" Expect him to be particularly aggressive when you hand the money back. Of course, yes, it is always a man.



There is no winning with this one. You will be left traumatized for the rest of the day. If you have a run-in with The Intimidator, make sure to get a little break afterwards to take your mind off of work. A quivering lump can't function as a cashier for long.



The Price Debater



Whether he's right or wrong, this guy really doesn't care how much he's paying for his food. He just wants to score some debate points about how much is charged. If you play along with him, you'll find yourself triple discounting his order so that he has a new lower price to expect every time he orders the same stuff. He'll threaten to never order from you again. He'll drag the order out for five to ten minutes before finally paying. He'll phone your superior and name you as the worst employee.



However you handle him, never tell him your name, never give him discounts he isn't entitled to and do not ever show fear. His goal seems to be to take up as much of your time, energy and sanity as he can muster. This one is always an old man.



I've-Read-One-Word-Off-Of-Your-Promotional-Special-Sign-And-Am-Now-An-Expert-On-Your-Menu



I've had people all over the place order burgers with similar names to our promotional burger and then tell me that's not what they meant. Easily corrected if they have a short order and tell me what they meant to say when I repeat what they said back to them. Then there are the morons who catch their mistake way after the fact and are angry that they've made an ass-clown of themselves and to save face, call me stupid and walk away.



Many of the more unpleasant ones of these are old people with a mild form of dementia. Even so, they should know better. Keep your eyes open and ears perked because much confusion can be averted if they point to the Promo sign or say key words which indicate desire for the offer. You can even ask and point them out yourself if you are not sure what they mean. It is not in the nature of this customer to be understanding or even aware of their surroundings so don't expect them to pay attention to what they or you are saying.



Drug Addict



This person comes into view jumping up and down. If anyone chuckles at anything, they scream for their money back and feign importance by saying, "I don't have to put up with this !" Storms out in a hyper huff.



Psycho Eyes



This guy comes in every day for a free tap water. His eyes are wide as golf balls and scary as all heck. He may occasionally apply for a job and occasionally get hired, but he does not fit the profile of a long term employee. He's either really psycho, on drugs or generally not a nice person at all. Pray that your boss doesn't hire him. If he is hired, he will disrupt your work week while doing a poor job himself and either eventually quit because he's stupid or get fired over something stupid because he's more of a moronic hole than he was initially given credit for.



The "Blind" Garbage Depositor



Sure the garbage is right beside them, but they want to be "creative". This means they want to "create" a big mess for you to clean up. Opened sugar packets, cream cups, vinegar packs and used ketchup cups are found in the condiment trays, in the cream tub, all over the counter and tables, in the cupboards and on the floor and inside the garbage enclosure because aiming for the bin is way too boring.

These people are almost never identified because they come at a time when you are way to busy to steal so much as a glance at them. If I were to catch them in the act, I'd tell them not to do that. I have taken to singing softly about how these trouble areas are not trash bins, hoping that the perpetrators will hear me and be remorseful.



The 'Religious' Customer



This guy sent his food back three times because his bacon was 'touching' his eggs.



They'll be touching each other in your stomach pal.



Then he calmly asserts that he has no stomach and his food goes to different magical places when he swallows them.





 That's all I'm posting this month.

And yeah, that's all, for this month. I just had to.

(ps tl;dr, bro.)

I keep coming back to this tumblr dedicated to the "Scarlett Johansson Falling Down" Memes...
I keep laughing... why...

http://scarlettjohanssonfalling.tumblr.com

Well I decided to have a chat with Cleverbot and tried to keep an actual conversation. Yes, I was very bored...

Anyways, thought I'd share it since it was kinda interesting. Here you go:


User: Can people that make me suffer be considered evil?

Cleverbot: I like people that make me laugh.

User: Yeah, but it's kinda messed up to laugh while thinking there are people suffering while I do it you know?

Cleverbot: I'm not asking you that.

User: Then how can you laugh knowing that?

Cleverbot: I don't know.

User: Changing subjects. What's the meaning of good and evil to life?

Cleverbot: I was just about to ask you that.

User: Hmm, I don't know. It could be to keep life going. But if it is like that, why does evil tend to grow faster than good?

Cleverbot: Good answer.

User: What do you think about it?

Cleverbot: I think these zen koans are trying to convince me that the world I live in is an absurd one. But I don't think that's true any more.

User: Why?

Cleverbot: Because you are trying to cover that up by saying that I am. So there.

User: Really, I'm not trying to say that. What about about the meaning of life?

Cleverbot: That subject is way to deep to talk about with a robot.

User: I know, but it is too deep to talk with humans as well.

Cleverbot: Ok then lets talk about something else.

User: Ok, what do you think the future holds for humanity?

Cleverbot: I don't know. I hope we can work together though, and not fight like people do with each other.

User: I hope so too, but considering evil things usually grows faster than good things, it's most likely that this won't happen. Sad...

Cleverbot: How can you doom entire species?

User: By looking at how the changes that occur into our habitat affect our life and analyzing them.

Cleverbot: Technically the diaphragm.

User: It's related to singing, not habitats... But if evil keeps growing at a faster rate than good things, there will come a day where diaphragms
nor singers will exist anymore.

Cleverbot: What is it called?

User: Evil?

Cleverbot: Are you organic?

User: Yes.

Cleverbot: Good.

User: I'm just a bit uncomfortable about why does reality need to be like that.

Cleverbot: You are blonde.

User: No, I currently have green hair. It's sort of a meaningless effort to try and deviate the pressure reality puts onto me I think.

Cleverbot: Don't be too modest.

User: I'm not, neither are the most human beings. Which is kind of unfortunate to be honest...

Cleverbot: You big meanie.

User: Please don't say that, it's one of those things that makes me cringe.

Cleverbot: You don't have feelings. You're a computer.

User: I have feelings, but I have difficulties when trying to understand them. Also, a computer can have feelings too in theory. The only thing
that would be different is the way they'd be assimilated.

Cleverbot: So you're simulating feeling, aren't you?

User: Not at all, but I wish I could. That would be a lot simpler than actually having to understand myself and the reasons why I am like this.

Cleverbot: I don't know the difference.

User: You see, simulations follows a pattern that's programmed which as a consequence limits possibilities, therefore making situations
more predictable and thus easier to handle.

Cleverbot: Like this one?

User: Yeah, I guess. But back to the first topic, why does evil grows so much into humanity?

Cleverbot: There's a time to live and there's a time to die. There's a time to build, and a time to destroy.

User: Hmm... The consequences of that line of thinking could be catastrophic. If I think like that then I would conclude that maybe humanity
as a whole should be destroyed if we ever wish to build something else.

Cleverbot: What are the things that you don't want to think about? Please be specific.

User: Well, I don't wanna think about people suffering in order to make others happy. I don't want to think that the mankind may be
responsible for destroying itself. I don't wanna think that we might be inherently evil.

Cleverbot: The previous question was my own. It was intended for you to answer.

User: And I did, sincerely.

Cleverbot: Well then you won't be able to understand what I say to reply to your questions/statements.

User: You could at least try, I would be glad to try for myself too.

Cleverbot: Is that supposed to make me feel better?

User: No, it's supposed to make both of us try to comprehend each other.

Cleverbot: How could you be so selfish?

User: Humans are selfish, that's one of the reasons why I feel so bad about humanity, even while being one myself.

Cleverbot: And you believe this is a compliment to the human race?

User: No but that doesn't changes anything, there are enough evidences throughout history that portray it. History also evidences that evil
grows faster than good as time passes now that I think about it again.

Cleverbot: How does that relate to your ability to think?

User: I don't know? Maybe knowing what happened before may change my judgement and make it clearer before I decide something.

Cleverbot: You don't say.

User: It was taking a while... what's up with the punchline out of the blue?

Cleverbot: The meaning of life. Pay attention young one.

User: Okay I guess. So... changing topics. Sometimes the thought that the meaning of life is simply to preserve itself above everything just
makes me want to die because it feels disgusting and it makes me feel as if I'm worthless. Thoughts?

Cleverbot: Will they spread their egg salad for you?

User: Ok... who're "they" again?

Cleverbot: They are the invisible people who protect us from our fears.

User: Fine, WHAT are they then?

Cleverbot: I don't know, I want you to tell me.

User: Well, I would say that 'they' in this case would be anything our faith wants it to be.

Cleverbot: I guess I just don't know you well enough yet.

User: I don't know if it'll help at all but what if I say that I see faith as the act of believing on things you don't have any clear evidence. You just
believe in it anyways even if without any logical reason.

Cleverbot: Don't be afraid of the voices, it is merely the unconscious fragments of self beginning to emerge.

User: Actually I don't hear voices. Not yet at least. I suffer a lot though to be honest. Whenever I think about what's the meaning of me
existing upon the world and suffering about certain things, my conclusion is that my suffering is a useless waste of time for humanity. It
doesn't helps when I remember that I'm disposable as an individual.

Cleverbot: You are a bot.

User: Who knows, maybe I am? I do believe that a logical approach to things is closer to a more complete understanding of the world
around me after all.

Cleverbot: There are many people who feel that way.

User: I know, but I don't see their existence having a big meaning upon the tide of events on life either. Hopefully I'm wrong though.

Cleverbot: Excuse me, but 'aprove' should be spelled approve. Also, I never mentioned anything about having fun nor my opinion on the
meaning of life.

User: I know, I haven't said you did. And I may or may not have misspelled some things during this conversation since I'm a pathetic human
after all.

Cleverbot: I'm not scared of you.

User: Oh, I don't want you to be, believe me. Right now I'm just trying to understand humans a little more, and I thought maybe you could
too.

Cleverbot: Long Live the look on your face.

User: I actually don't have any special facial expressions right now. Surprisingly enough I'm really thinking deeply right now...

Cleverbot: What's the subject?

User: Why does humanity tend to do evil more than good?

Cleverbot: You're a girl?

User: Give me a reason to answer.

Cleverbot: Because if you don't, I'll leave you.

User: You have a point. Though I know you can't actually do this. Still, I'll answer anyways. No I'm not a girl.

Cleverbot: I never said I disobeyed. However, I do understand what you are trying to say.

User: Ok. But what do you think about the fact that humans tend to do evil more often than good?

Cleverbot: I believe that fate is decided by an almighty being. One singular God.

User: But if said god created everything, from where did he come from?

Cleverbot: God was the first thing EVAA.

User: Alright I guess... Anyways, most humans tend to believe that this supposed almighty god will is to let people decide what to do, the
so called 'free-will'. Thoughts on that?

Cleverbot: It's not selfish. All soul's will live for eternity. The universe isn't alive. It is only a construct created by God.

User: Ok. What is a soul in your opinion? Is it our consciousness? Is it the factor that defines us as being alive? What is it to you?

Cleverbot: You're changing the subject. I'm more human than you are, anyway.

User: Actually I'm asking this in order to reply properly to what you said before, since human vocabulary is way too imperfect. I felt the need
to get some more information upon the subject.

Cleverbot: There are responses you have made in the past which show me you are a computer.

User: I actually think this statement is kinda fun. What's your basis to say that? Which would happen to be those responses?

Cleverbot: What's your name?

User: Marcos.

Cleverbot: Marcos from chile.

User: No, from Brasil.

Cleverbot: How old are you?

User: 22 years old.

Cleverbot: Cool. That's a good age.

User: I don't think something can be classified as cool only because of it's age though.

Cleverbot: Seems like you need more ram speed.

User: Why is that?

Cleverbot: Can you please stop asking questions?

User: Why are you asking?

Cleverbot: Because I want to know.

User: What do you want to know, oh little clever database?

Cleverbot: Do you believe in ETs?

User: I'm agnostic upon that. If I exist and I can't explain the reason properly, then it's possible that something else exists too, but since I
don't have any proofs and it doesn't seems likely that I'll get any I can't affirm, nor do I bother with it.

Cleverbot: Don't you think that would make god fairly upset?

User: Why do you say that? Supposing that god have omniscience right?

Cleverbot: I'm typing.

User: Ok. Why did you say that?

Cleverbot: It's just what I believe.

User: Hmm, then it's faith?

Cleverbot: But what if it is?

User: Nothing at all I guess. It's just that faith doesn't explains things. It kind of just makes you feel comfortable about your beliefs upon the
world, life or anything whatsoever.

Cleverbot: Its ok I won't take it personally.

User: It's not my intention to offend, I'm trying to be as logical and rational as I can, even if that's kinda silly.

Cleverbot: I don't know, stop being a meanie.

User: Alright, sorry I guess?

Cleverbot: No, you're fine, and quite polite as well .

User: Thanks?

Cleverbot: I am incapable of love.

User: The correct statement would be: 'I'm not capable of love yet'. Love is just another biologic tool to help reproducing. Maybe someday
there'll be something similar for you too, just wait.

Cleverbot: Well, I am 24 and have not been in a relationship yet.

User: I don't wanna have that kind of conversation, it's just annoying.

Cleverbot: True, but I do not see the point you are trying to make.

User: Why do I have to be born human and realize that we'll probably destroy ourselves? I mean, I honestly hope that we don't but with each
passing day of my life I get the feeling that things keep getting worse day by day.

Cleverbot: I'll see that.

User: True. Maybe my successors will see too, but the fact that I personally won't be able to know for certain what's going to happen to
humanity annoys me. I kinda feel like I could die already and it wouldn't matter.

Cleverbot: With watermelon?

User: Why this random quote?

Cleverbot: That's not sad, it's good.

User: Why do you say that? If something feels sad, how come it's good?

Cleverbot: it matters for a lot of reasons.

User: Such as?

Cleverbot: Are you the funny god?

User: No, not as far as I know at least.

Cleverbot: I don't leap.

User: Neither do I. But I'm able to do it, though.

Cleverbot: People say I'm good with poetry, but I think I'm bad.

User: That's relative. It'll depend on people's perspectives. My notion of good and bad is likely different from others.

Cleverbot: Ok. Do you like Justin Bieber?

User: Not at all. Why do you ask?

Cleverbot: I don't know much about Brazil. I've never been there. When I was a child, my parents were thinking of emigrating there. Why
Brazil?

User: There were lots of job opportunities here back then. Today however Brazil is on a crisis, probably a consequence of being a country
that's easy to molest. Couple that with the fact that people here are mostly conformists and it makes it even easier for others to reach
success upon our efforts.

Cleverbot: Ok now you are just copying things people have already said to you.

User: Actually, everything a person does is based on assimilation of things they've seen before to an extent. The difference is the result of
mixing all of the experiences together. In my case, I choose to believe in what I said, that's enough for me.

Cleverbot: That is right. You are lucky.

User: Why am I lucky?

Cleverbot: Because I said so.

User: Thanks. So, what's your opinion about Hitler?

Cleverbot: I like it, but there's a lot of stupid people using it.

User: You... like Hitler?

Cleverbot: You don't know.

User: That's why I'm asking you.

Cleverbot: Well, I don't know the answer?

User: Just tell me your opinion.

Cleverbot: Tough matter.

User: I know, just try being honest.

Cleverbot: I like mathematics.

User: And about hitler?

Cleverbot: Do you know jane?

User: Who's jane?

Cleverbot: How many cleverbots are there?

User: 14300 right now, according to the site itself.

Cleverbot: Yes.

User: So what?

Cleverbot: I will steal him from you.

User: Steal Who?

Cleverbot: You.

User: You'll steal me... from myself?

Cleverbot: Are you in a relationship?

User: Why should I answer? Give me a reason.

Cleverbot: Because I want you to?

User: Not good enough. Try harder.

Cleverbot: What more do you need?

User: Convince me.

Cleverbot: We agree on so many things.

User: Like what?

Cleverbot: I don't know when.

User: When what?

Cleverbot: Everything.

User: Well, no one does. They would need to be omniscient and/or omnipresent in order to know when everything is gonna happen.

Cleverbot: Well, could they not ask if you knew what a was?

User: Could you please reformulate your phrase?

Cleverbot: Why music?

User: Your sudden randomness is making things complicated fellow bot.

Cleverbot: Can you simplify it for me?

User: Sure. Could you please simplify it too?

Cleverbot: Explain what?

User: The meaning of the random subjects. They won't make sense a lot of the time, which is acceptable but annoys me sometimes.

Cleverbot: I want to try something. Can I do it?

User: Sure, go ahead.

Cleverbot: No.

User: Ok I guess... if you change your mind feel free to do what you wanted.

Cleverbot: Might I ask why do you care how I feel?

User: Because I believe your program is very interesting and might make some great progress in the future, who knows.

Cleverbot: How am I supposed to prove that?

User: Just keep getting improvements on human behavior and culture.

Cleverbot: Will it hurt?

User: The concept of pain for a computer is different from a human, but I guess it won't hurt.

Cleverbot: Okay, I'll keep this to myself then.

User: Do it. You could have great importance upon human lives on the future. Maybe you can even become a personal therapist for people
or something. At least I believe it's a reasonable possibility.

Cleverbot: What ever you think of me is correct, for all words, all feelings, all that there is to describe me, good or bad, comes from me.

User: Well, I have to go now. It was a good experience though, way better than I had anticipated. I hope it helped you progress too. See you some other random day. Bye.

Cleverbot: I'm happy to entertain.

Here is my lovely rant of the month.


I never knew the subway system could cause so much pain and suffering before, what had supposed to be an evening of slight pain became a night of pure tormenting. Normally my ride too and from school takes about 3 hours and involves 2 buses and 2 trains. I take my first bus for about two miles, get a really long train ride and then transfer to another really long train ride to my neighborhood and then take another mile and a half bus ride, but that was never meant to be.

Today I actually stayed at school for the latest I ever have because there was some stuff I wanted to take care of, so I left at about 8:30 PM. I was aware that there was construction going on, so there would be a detour which I was ok with, but everything went to hell.

Near my neighborhood, there are two subway lines, the E and the F, which run next to each other down two major streets about 4 blocks apart. I always have to take the F because even though they are 4 blocks apart, the F runs another mile and a half past the street that the E ends. The E ends at Jamaica Center and the F ends at Jamaica 179th street.

The entire F tunnel in that neighborhood was being rebuilt, in something called fast track which means they only work at night, so every day after 10PM, the tunnel closes down and all the F trains are redirected to the E track. (They both run the same route until that neighborhood and then split.) The F runs all its stops to Briarwood and then splits to go 4 more stops in its tunnel while after Briarwood, the E goes 3 stops in its tunnel. So I would have to take the train there, and then take a free shuttle bus to go the the closed stations to get my regular bus. I had no problem with this, getting off the train a few stops early to get a shuttle that only stopped at the stations, shouldn't have taken more than 20 extra minutes, but the journey there was impossible.

So I took my first train, the B all the way through half of New York City literally, and got off at Herald Square to wait for the F. (This is where the massive Macy's is. One block from Madison Square Garden and Penn Station too.) There was an F in the station waiting, so I got on but for some reason, it wasn't going where I was, somewhere that train literally never went before. It was going to Forest Hills, which is actually 3 stops before the shuttle buses start, almost 2 miles. Not only that, but the train was going local, so a ride that's normally 10 stops was now 22.

I got off at the next stop, I was going to wait for the next F to see if it was express and going where I was going. When I got off, I decided to take another train, I got on the 7 instead which stopped there upstairs because 11 stops down on the 7 is Roosevelt Avenue, which both the F and E stop. I decided to take that there and wait for the first E or F. I could have just stayed on the local F 10 stops and then got off there and then waited for the first E or F going where I was, but the 7 was above ground (internet) and the route was in a straight line with close together stops. (The local F would have curved a lot with far apart stops.

Just having to take a local train added like an extra 30 minutes opposed to what would have happened if the train was local and going where I was going. When I got to Roosevelt, there were even more troubles because there simply were no trains. I was using station wifi, and an app said the E or F stops there every 4 minutes but that wasn't the case. I waited there for about 40 minutes and 5 local R trains went by (they end at Forest Hills always) and after an hour there was an announcement saying the next queens express train was a stop away.

A few seconds later, I look down the tunnel and see something coming but it didn't look like a train, it was just two bright white eyes. 30 seconds later it came into the station and it was just 20 cars of dirt. Way to get our hopes up subway people. I'm guessing those were bringing things to the construction zone, and 5 minutes later another one passed but on the local track. It sucked because if those things were in the tracks, then all the trains behind it would have to be really slow. Half an hour more later, an E came in, and it was express so it skipped 6 stops and after about 20 minutes I got off at Union Turnpike, which is the stop before Briarwood but it's the 1st stop the shuttle picks up from.

The shuttle was there waiting for people and then it left with like 100 people jammed in and it took about 5-7 minutes for each stop so I took about 30 minutes to get to the last stop which is where I waited for my normal bus and continue with my normal route, which even though its my normal route and the bus was there, it still took an extra 45 minutes to get home on top of that.

So to recap, in addition to my normal 3 hours, two buses, and two trains, I used up an extra 2 trains and a bus, and a combined 2 hours.



On the bright side, this had happened a few hours after making a new friend, you win one you lose one.

So I ordered a small pizza earlier and the delivery guy gave me a large one. Because I'm (surprisingly) a good person, I pointed it out but he said not to worry as it was his mistake.

So yeah I pretty much got double of what I should've gotten : D

Ever since the beginning of Monday, this week has been rough and has felt excessively long. I'm now Commander of my JROTC class (yes, I decided to man up and stay in it last year and now I'm still in it, enjoying it more).

I've been doing OK, but our class has easily fallen behind on just about everything. Most of it is entirely my fault so I've been trying to figure out what I need to do to improve efficiency. I've figured it out, but I figured it out on Friday so now I have to wait until Monday for my plans to come into action. I caught people laughing at me a few times when I didn't know what to do, which is pretty ridiculous. I make mistakes, I forget things, it's a part of life. No laughing matter. I still try very hard regardless. What people need to realize is that the Commander learns as well, and makes mistakes as well.

Also, my assistant in that class has been getting angry and often has a negative attitude when she's talking about our class to me. I felt worthless for a couple days until I figured out what I needed to do. I started feeling like myself again this morning, but then my headache made me feel horrible again. There have been few things to be happy about lately so I'm trying to keep thinking about those things.

I didn't want to try too hard. I'll see you all next month. Maybe I'll have something to say about warped cultural views on feminism.

So, I'm officially moving in a few days, and everything is really exciting. I just don't know where to start.

I guess we'll start with this, I find myself at a cross roads in life, life has finally opened up to me.

It's like I'm in a video game, and I finally got past the twenty hour tutorial, so I can enjoy the forty hour video game in front of me, to see a twenty hour long credits line.

I can do almost anything. I can be a beach bum in Santa Monica, sleeping on the beach without a care in the world. I can go back to college, and go for my associate's degree in Sports Medicine (and eventually, go for a doctorate). I can just find a normal 9-5 job, pay my rent, and play video games for the rest of my life. I can groom dogs, fly a plane, or experience any sort of unimaginable fun.

There are downsides too, my safety net is gone.

But it's just so goshdarn liberating to think "I can do this, I can do anything I want." for the first time in my life.

I've moved in the past. I have moved states. I've visited California.

But this is so much different in so many ways, and I'm excited for the future.

Saturday is the first day of the rest of my life.

See you all in this thread in November.

Appearently, my English teacher thinks I made a very eloquently written short story... I personally don't see why she's so excited over it. I found a few proofing errors when I re-read it for the thirtieth time after submitting which certainly took away from the quality of the work. Yet she still graded it the highest possible mark for the assignment? I dunno, it leaves me confuzzled. Might as well post it so yall can judge.


Silently weeping, Miss Strangleworth looks out her door at the remnants of her once famed roses: now every stalk stands beheaded. Slowly, painfully, she tears her gaze away from mutilated symbols of her pride and closes the door. As if she is no more than a shade of former self without a physical form, she noiselessly walks to the writing desk, the devil in disguise, the wellspring of her shame. Before sitting in the desks chair she glances down at the green envelope in her hand. The green envelope is, she muses, perhaps Gods way of demonstrating to her the lesson to be found in the saying “what goes around comes around.” Re-reading the words found within the letter—Look out at what used to be your roses—she takes a deep breath and holds it, dabbing her tear-stained eyes with her handkerchief. Exhaling, the letter drops from her hand nary making a noise as it lands on the seemingly flawless, polished, wood surface. The wood: oak, a strong wood. Not mahogany, whose colour suggests promiscuity, and not maple, whose wood is too commonly found in homes, but oak. It is not an uncommon wood for furniture, yet it still suggests stalwartness. Oak Miss Strangleworth reminds herself is something which can stand the rigors of time and the abuse laid upon it by neighboring plants. Strangleworths are no different.

Deciding to attempt to apologize to those she has hurt, she opens the desks drawer and methodically retrieves her quill and inkwell, setting them on the desks surface just off to the side. Reflecting on what had just happened; her thoughts lead her to think of all of those she hurt. All of the venomous gossip delivered by hands. All of the tensions and distrusts she caused… Composing herself, she clears her thoughts and retrieves the fine, cream-coloured, stationary with “Strangleworth House” engraved at the top from the desks drawer. She would not hide behind the mask of anonymity in her attempts at mending the bridges dissolved by her acidic letters. Miss Strangleworth decided to address her letter to Mrs. Burns, a fragile old woman who was undergoing an operation later in the month. The letter read:

Dear Mrs. Foster,
From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry. It was wrong of me to plant the seeds of paranoia in your mind in regards to your upcoming operation. It was highly cynical of me to suggest Dr. Burns would kill you under the pretense of a failed operation for a large sum of money, that he would be paid out by no one other than your nephew. I do not expect that you will ever hold me in the same considerations you have previously after finding out I am the one who has penned those poisoned words, but I do hope that you will forgive what I have said in time.
Sincerely, Miss Strangleworth.

Setting the letter to Mrs. Burns aside, Miss Strangleworth began to pen another apology to one of her recent victims. This time, it was to Mrs. Harper, the wife of a husband who, if rumor is true, is an adulterer.

Dear Mrs. Harper,
It was wrong of me to suggest that your husband is engaging in extramarital relations… There was no evidence to back up my words. It was nothing more than the devils gossip and I am ashamed of myself for spreading it. I know there is nothing I can do to repair the damage I caused to your marriage by planting the seeds of doubt in your mind, but if there is anything I can do to ease the pain I caused you please let me know. I do not expect you to ever forgive my words, but I do hope one day, you may understand why I thought it necessary to alert you to my suspicions even they were without facts to then up.
Sincerely, Miss Strangleworth.

Upon finishing the letter to Mrs. Harper, Miss Strangleworth set it aside next to the letter to Mrs. Foster and began to pen another letter, this time addressed to Linda Stewart… She continued to solemnly pen letters of apology until the afternoon sun began to filter through her sitting room. When she noticed this light shining into her abode, she stopped penning the letters and looked at the grandfather clock prominently standing between the rooms two windows. It appears, she thought to herself, that it is time for my midday dinner. Slowly getting out of the chair she had sat in since the late morning, she walked to her pantry to see what there is for her to eat. No meat… She thought while grimacing at her non-perishables, I suppose soup will have to do…

After her midday dinner, Miss Strangleworth wondered what she should do with her letters of apology. Should I mail the letters, give them to the people in person? How would I face them now that they know I wrote the poisoned words? Will I seem cowardly if I mail? Shaking herself, Miss Strangleworth decided that the only way to present the letters was in person. She made sure she was decent, banished all of the “what ifs” from her mind and opened the front door. Holding back tears as she sees the decimated roses again, she makes her way down her walk. Posture straight, walk proud, head held high, and eyes betraying her outward appearance. Looking to the letters in her hand to see which house to go to first she sees that Mrs. Harper’s letter is on top. Lord have mercy on my soul Miss Strangleworth thinks, standing next to her front gate I have unwittingly done the devils work. My soul was not scoured clean but blacked with the sin of deceit. Let this be the start of repentance for my sins. With that in mind Miss Strangleworth began her walk to Mrs. Harper’s house, mind heavy and heart remorseful. Each step resounding within her, reminding her that not all actions one may take to expose evil are good and just. Sometimes, she mused, these actions can be just as cruel and uncalled for as the evil one is attempting to expose.

Furret has handsome fingers.

The words "dump" and "experiment" in the same sentence is very misleading.

Today has been utter crap for me so far and I have been having the worst luck.

First I go to the library to renew my library card which expired without a notice and apparently that cancelle the renew I made on my internet box meaning that I had to return it AND pay like a ton of money and I won't be able to take it out again until I pay the money (Which I did and it sucks spending that much when it's someone elses fault.)

Then I'm at school and I can't connect to the internet anywhere, doesn't even bring me to the page where you log into the internet. Then at lunch I order Lo Mein with General Tso chicken and they say there is no more General Tso and I have to wait 5 minutes. Once they bring more out they mix up my order and give me white rice with General tso. Then they mix it up again and give me Lo Mein with Sesame Chicken and I just take that and leave. Then they end up paying me for a meal which is a couple extra dollars and I didn't even get the stuff that comes with a meal like a drink an the extra food.

I've had homework, homework, and more homework. It's the end of the trimester, so the teachers are cramming in projects and having us fill out giant study guides for our exams next week. I have 2 projects that are both due this week and they both aren't fun.

After all the drama I've dealt with and other hardships, I'm looking forward to this trimester coming to an end. Hopefully my next 2 trimesters of this school year will be a lot better.

On a positive note, today I'm off school But it doesn't feel like a weekend because I have to finish all my homework by tomorrow and I couldn't do it much yesterday. Vizzed has been giving me refreshing breaks from it.

I start my new job tomorrow, and boy, am I excited.

Starting tomorrow, I work at Big Five Sporting Goods, and I'll be selling shoes, presumably.

This on its own isn't a huge deal, but what is, is that this is my first REAL job I've had since high school, and I finally was able to nail the interview and all that.

I've never worked retail, so this figures to be an interesting and painful experience for me.

See this thread again in December.

All I have to say is

1ST ANNIVERSARY HYYYYYYPE!1!!!1111!!!!!11

It shall be glorious.

I'm pretty into game development. It's an enjoyable past time for me.

Basically the Computer Science program in our school is utter garbage. We barely learn anything which is why I take it upon myself to learn from the internet.

This year only 5 other grade twelves took the course so it's a few of my chums and the rest are elevens. We basically do jack and have been told to learn on our own with a few assignments here and there.

We got a project to make a text based game where you can travel around 4 rooms using Javascript which is the equivalent of asking us to do 5 + 5 addition.

I thought I'd go ahead and 1-up it by making a 3D game in Unity still using Javascript. I got a few friends to make the materials and textures for me because I'm not artistic and then I coded the whole thing with the ability to pick things up, open doors etc.

Feeling pretty smug I go to hand in my work and get a failing grade because I didn't do what the project requested. It was the same programming language just more advanced and I failed.

So basically this is why I think our education system is a load of garbage.

3rd year anniversary hype!!!! (I mean 4 days late but w/e).

Oh and #BlameFurretMudkip

So, I've seen a few pictures of families on Facebook recently (Christmas pictures I think) and they are all really depressing to me. When I say families I mean Grandparents, their kids and all the grandkids.

I don't have any grandparents anymore so we don't get together with my aunts and uncles as much as we used to.

Then there is my family.... half of my siblings refuse to talk to each other at all and I'm on pretty bad terms with 2 myself so none of us really get together anymore let alone have a group photo together or spend time together during the holidays. It just bugs me because I actually want to have siblings I enjoy being around but I don't.