i'm sorry.

"it's my fault."
"you're right, it is your fault."
"what?! what the hell, why is it my fault!?"

Futurama

Has awesome movies.
The Simpsons movie was pretty good too.
Good Job Matt Groening(?)

We're watching Baby Mama.
It's alright.

all i want for christmas

is my two front teeth.

a lot of "computer savvy" people critisize me for being a "mac -boy"

i just ordered a microsoft wireless mouse.

from the staples website:


i just prefer the environment.
suck it. :)

welcome to "a strangers desinty"

the blog.

the girl of my dreams.

and she wouldn't even give me a hug.

the more advanced computing you do, the less gui's you come across.

"sunkens can't move, unless it's some sort of HERO sunken."

new banner.

look. ^^

hey man, nice "away message"

i'm watching doomsday.

it's alright so far.

shamwow!

and they work JUST LIKE IN THE COMMERCIALS! >_<
i love it.
a lot.

oh yea... and i went to the ex... it was fun.

edit

i updated my list of things to do that need to be done.
->
check out my moms new site
www.freewebs.com/dovesandangels
i made it ;)

my very own

i put my g4 tower in an awesome spot, so i can lay on my bed and look up at the monitor. but i can't share the internet too it without destroying the network i'm on (tried.) so.
lame.
the screenshot is my macbook.
here's a piccasso, by me ;)
with a random web app. (Thanks Stumble!)

'cause i was silly

my email account got haxored.
so i have a new one now ;)

701MHz@gmail.com

dirty words.

i really need to sort out all my screenshots.


also, i can't take credit for what i said, it was a youtube comment by user 'greenday21'

incase you can't read it, i'm pretty sure it says:

"if it don't offend you 'emo' ladies, i don't know why the f- i'm here... gone."
i believe it's some sort of new-age poetry.



if it don't offend you
'emo' ladies
i don't know why i'm
here.

gone.

sup sugar face?

OH ME OH MY OH DEAR OH NO! NO TIME TO SAY GOODBYE! "HELLO!" I'M LATE I'M LATE I'M LATE!

i just came back from my cousins.
look at how neat their house is.

in order:
house (the back)

video games
(360 elite, ps3, wii on top, around 30" screen)

home theatre (there is another couch, infront of the one you see)

pool

waterfall in the pool

tennis court

front of house (and a ...wall ...'cause it's cool ...or something.)

piracy

stumble.

sean johnson

CLICK ME

i JUST posted

when you smell chlorine in a pool, it's actually sweat in the pool mixing with the chlorine.
thanks chex tv! and your information about the olympics!

game of the year

i'm watching women's weight lifting (2008 olympics)

it's scary.


canada dropped it (twice).

canada came in 4, she has a gap in her front teeth. lol.
i don't recognize the winning countries.
i think china is going to win the olympics.

even hitler likes kittens

played me some warhammer last night.

a small game of kill team.

then a 1000pt game.

space marines vs tyranids.

sucka.

win.

draw.

2008

i have the internet at home at the moment.
i'm watching the olympics.

i like to ride my bike really fast and pretend i'm a pod racer.

we just went to the fair.

and witnessed centripetal force at it's finest.

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The olympics started today, i missed the opening ceremony, i heard it was "awesome".

olypmics isn't a word, unless the "o" is capitalized.

THANKS SPELLCHECK! :D

prove your god

The entire time that we knew the earth was flat, the earth did not lose one degree of it's spherical shape, this was a knowledge that man had, that we knew. And someone stood up, and said "You, Sir!" (sir, of course referring to the belief of most of 15th century civilization.) "...Are WRONG!"

Guess what happened.

Challenge Ideas.
Think For Yourself.
The Truth is as Real as You Make It.
Prove Your God.

awesome?

Worlds Smallest Balloon Inflated <- click there.

lalalalalalalalala

we will still be, friends forever!
oowoooooooo ;)

Ode to Plurals

i didn't write this, i have no idea where it's originally from, or who wrote it (if anyone knows please email me at:

waldo.was.hiding
@
gmail.com

(the breaks are just an attempt to avoid spam)
but don't email me, unless you have a link to the original site, or actual proof of who wrote it. ;) thanks.

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Ode to Plurals

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,

But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.

One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,

Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,

Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,

Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?

If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,

And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,

Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,

Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,

And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,

But though we say mother, we never say methren.

Then the masculine pronouns are he, his, and him,

But imagine the feminine: she, shis, and shim!

Let’s face it - English is a crazy language.

There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;

neither apple nor pine in pineapple.

English muffins weren’t invented in England .

We take English for granted, but if we explore its

paradoxes,

we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are

square,

and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea, nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing,

grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?

Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one

amend.

If you have a bunch of odds and ends

and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?

If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian

eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English

should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play

at a recital?

We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.

We have noses that run and feet that smell.

We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.

And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,

while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language

in which your house can burn up as it burns down,

in which you fill in a form by filling it out,

and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And in closing,

if Father is Pop, how come Mother is not Mop?