Gmail for $2?

Check it out! There's some loser trying to sell Gmail invites for $2. I can't even give my invites away. The loser's site is linked below.

Take THAT, Trees!

I've had a qualm with Mother Nature since I was very young. It's partly influenced by the flood I almost drowned in while living in Arizona, the tornados in Texas and Utah, having been almost struck by lightning, and being in typhoon with a tree right over my house, in just the right place to fall on it (dumb trees, always falling on things). Luckily, little happened to me in each case (including the tree, which only threatened to fall) ...but I sear, the natural forces of Earth are out to get me!
So, it's been my philosophy that I need to destroy the Earth before it can finish me off! So you can imagine how extatic I was when my church youth group decided to help one of the other members with her gardening. (For the particularly slow: I wasn't extatic at all.)
But then we got there, and I found out that this particular gardening entailed destruction to trees! Seems the tree was hanging too far over the garden shed, and was likely to break, destroying the shed. We were handed saws and asked to clear parts of the tree. I destroyed the tree with what is known as extreme predjudice.
Okay... so the tree's still there. But at least I got to destroy parts of it! Take that Mother Nature!

New Look

I've decided to drop the blue template I had and go with a black one, since Alok (see sidebar) decided not to use it on his blog anymore. Comments on the new look would be appreciated. *hint*
By the way, anyone can comment on my blog, people. I don't have to know you.

What in the heck?

I wasn't going to post today, but something weird is happening as I'm trying to get to sleep: namely, a bunch of people are gathered just outside the American Consulate housing complex I live on. They're making a lot of noise speaking (I can't make out exactly what, and therefore my word should not be taken as law, but it sounds like Arabic through a megaphone). There was also what felt like a small earthquake when they showed up. I looked out the window, and saw nobody with a megaphone, so I doubt my theory, but I did see an abnormal amount of activity, and people rummaging through the backs of their cars.
I just heard a truck pull up.
Maybe I'm making something out of nothing, but that sure does sound like something the security around here should be looking into.
I just heard what sounded like a firework! What in the heck is going on out there?!

Quick Query

Well, this is frustrating: seems my blog's hot or not rating has been dropping considerably. Someone gave my blog a 4, still someone else a 3, and lastly a 1. My blog was at 5.6 this morning (but thankfully raised back up to to 9.9 by this afternoon).
Recently, I've been surfing "Blog Hot or Not" and there's some real trash on there. Take, for example, this exerpt (blog to remain unnamed):

I recently recieved another of those annoying scam emails from some divvy in
Africa saying he'd like to share $5.6 million with me if I could help him out!
Below is the email I received:

Um, if this E-mail's annoying, why does anyone want to read it? I sure don't (and that's why I didn't include it in the quote). So I check this guy's rating, and it's 9.9!
I think the big difference is that he doesn't have a best post that mentions George W. Bush without bashing him (dumb biased liberal bloggers). If you've ever read that post, you'd know its not exactly praising him either. It only really states two facts:
1. I'm a republican.
2. I've shaken W's hand.
Even in my pro-Bush response to the rude comment I received on that post, I barely defended him. In fact, I even called that post a "moot point" ... inside the post! I haven't been pushing republican agenda; I've merely stated that I have a republican sided opinion. Is that a crime to make my blog suffer for? I'd say no, but apparently I'm not allowed to have my own opinion.
(By the way, if you hate my blog for another reason, please comment and tell me why so I can consider your point before ignoring you as well.)

Blog Hot or Not, Day 2

This is the last of these I'm going to do for a while (I don't want to clutter up my blog too much), but more results came in. I'm down to 8.8 now, in the Blog Hot or Not rating. That's still respectable, but I know I'm better than that, people! I'm giving myself a new rating to better reflect this blog's real quality (brace yourself): 17.
That's right, punks; I'm 17 on a scale of 1-10! That's why this is the #1 blog in the world! I think I deserve a reward for my awsomeness! I'll start making one!

Blog Hot or Not Rating, Day 1

My blog's Hot or Not rating so far is 9.9. Keep it comin' people!

Hot or Not Blog

As many of you may or may not have noticed, I've made the contraversial claim that I own the #1 Blog in the World. I made this claim simply because I know how kickin' it is, but now I've decided to see what the people think. Granted I don't care, but just for laughs I decided to see if the world recognizes greatness. I'll update my rating occasionally (blogger's being anal, and not letting me post the javascript live update version). You can vote on it here.
By the way, I'm working on a banner.

Recycling Does Nothing!

Only 81 days left until I move back to Utah. This means that I needed to clear out the contents of my house, and trash a truckload of them. There's just one problem: recycling is mandatory in Germany.
The tree hugging panzy who thought up recycling should be shot! I have to sort my trash into paper, plastic, biodegradable, and unrecyclable! This confuses me because paper cups, it turns out, are plastics, and plastic bottles are never to be thrown away (my locker's full of them right now)!
The biggest problem I have with recycling is that the city doesn't follow through on their end! Seriously, I watched them put the trash in a "recycling" truck, and they just put it all together and drove off! That's right, they put unrecyclable together with all the recyclable!
You know what? Forget recycling, forget German law, and forget the environment! I'm not recycling anymore! Everything's going in the urecyclable trash, where it'll inevitably end up anyway! If Germany has a problem with that, they can kiss my diplomaticly immune backside! I'm not recycling, end of story!

GAME!!!

It's been ages since anybody released a good sidescrolling game, and even longer since somebody released a good and free one! A link to the game is at the bottom of this post.

Leave of Absence

I may be taking a short leave of absence from my blog for reasons pertaining to a monkey and the US Marine Corp. You'll understand later.
For now, just be comfortable knowing that I'm not abandoning my blog.

Pirates Still Rule My Life!

Today marks the start of spring break. It's still Saturday, so I decided to relax by reprogramming the Pirates of the Carribean video game to cheat... uh, I mean... give myself a boost. Lo and behold, when I finish making the mods, and before testing them, Mom kicks me off to go clean my room. But I figure, that's okay, right? I'll get a chance to test my mods when my room's clean, right?
WRONG
Chances to use the computer are few and far between when you have three computer-nut siblings, and only one competent available computer. So, my mods go untested until monday, when I'll inevitably be kept off again. *groan*
If I ever finish them, I'll try to put 'em on this blog.

Too Busy to Post

I was too busy too post today. Okay, I was playing a dumb game, but still, that's something!
(The game can be found in the link below.)

Graduating

Well, I'm moving on to better things in life now, such as a school that doesn't have maroon graduation robes. I'm sort of biased against that color. Why? When you mix girlie pink with gay purple you get maroon. Maroon is not awsome; heck, even I can't make maroon look awsome!

Even though I'm against self-inflicted pain, just looking at that photo of me makes me want to hurt that guy! Look at him, in his maroon dress! It's sick!
Just to clarify, though, graduation still isn't for a few months. They just gave us the robes now so we'd have time to mess 'em up before graduation (sadistic losers). We still haven't even had spring break yet, or the prom, or any of that other cool stuff.
And, I realize what the school administration meant when they said I'm in danger of failing high school. I have one CAS slip that I still haven't signed, and Johnny Rigby said he'd deliver it to me tommorow morning. If I don't get his Dad's signiture, I don't graduate! I'm sure he'll pull through... but if he doesn't, I'm screwed.

3D Moniters!

They have 3D moniters now, people! By the way, my birthday is coming on July 23.
*subtle hint*

Tot Wars

Coming soon to a theatre near you:

click here to see the movie banner

Oh the things I make when bored! This banner is based off the new Star Wars trailer. Click the link below to see the trailer. It's supposed to look like a Napoleon Dynamite sequel.

It's ALIVE!

Leo and Gemini is a project I've been working on. It was dying, but now José is bringing it back to life. I'm not posting anything else today, so read that (it's at the link below).

deseretnews.com | UVSC student finds grenade

This is starting to get scary. I just finished putting up a grenade story in Germany, and wouldn't you know it, my other home has one, too.

UVSC student finds grenade

A student from Utah Valley State College in Orem discovered a military-issued grenade near his home about 1 p.m. Tuesday.
Jake Molyneaux was coming home from school when he saw the grenade by a fence post near his driveway. He said he picked it up, took it into his home and showed it to his roommates.
Molyneaux said he didn't realize it was a real grenade until around 7 p.m. He then called the Orem police department.
A police dispatcher confirmed that police and a bomb squad was sent to a residence in the 600 North block of 900 West to 'dispose' of the grenade, which did not have a pin in it. She said a police spokesman was not immediately available to provide additional information.
Molyneaux said five or six homes were evacuated while police sent a robot to retrieve the grenade. No one was hurt, according to Molyneaux.
The police dispatcher said a press statement would be released Tuesday night, but it had not been received by press time.

Coincidence? Most likely... but it makes you wonder.

Ananova - How not to test a hand grenade...

Here's the perfect example of the kind of people I meet everyday at school. This story takes place in my current place of residence, Frankfurt am Main, Germany.

How not to test a hand grenade...

A drunken German who bought three hand grenades at a flea market in Bosnia has been arrested after throwing one out of the window to see whether it worked.

The 36-year-old took the three hand grenades home to Frankfurt as souvenirs where he kept them in a drawer for ten years.

But after drinking heavily with friends he showed one of them the explosive devices and decided to pull the pin on one after his pals claimed they did not believe they were real.

The grenade exploded between two blocks of flats and police who quickly traced the man thanks to eye-witnesses seized the two other unexploded grenades.

He was released after he sobered up and faces charges of illegal possession of explosives.

I wonder just how drunk Hitler was when he came up with that whole Aryan race theory.

The Ground is ICE!!!

No sooner did I start celebrating that I'd finished my 7 page Math Portfolio (in the International Bacculariate Porfolio means essay), than my dog decides its time to puke on the floor! Now, I'm the only person who knew the dog puked, so I figure I should bring the dog outside so she can't puke on anything else before I can clean it up.
There's just one problem: I live in the popcicle that is Germany.
The wheather has actually been warming up here, but I guess the ground missed that memo. I walked out with my dog in my bare feet, and the ground is so flippin' cold that my feet feel pain. That's right, PAIN! It was like standing on a glacier barefoot!
But, I don't get to go back inside until my brother comes out to retrieve the dog. So obviously he takes his sweet time about it!
Oh well. I'll get to avoid more of this kind of situation soon enough. Only 89 days left until I fly out of Germany.

Which Famous World Figure am I?

I took another one of those online quizes today (it was on Nate's blog, so I decided to try it out), this time to figure out which famous world figure I am. The first result I took the 9 question quiz, and it returned thus:

What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

HECK FRIGGIN' NO!!!
So I took the test again, this time with the full 48 questions, and BAM!

The Second Result:

What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

Now that's a bit more like it, being a famous republican and all, and my favorite president so far (though Bush is looking good). In the famous words of the Gungan King (Star Wars Episode 1), "Meesa like dis."

She friggin' BIT ME!

Sisters: the most unpredictable people on the planet. I was trying to josh around with my sister, and convince her that my brother bit me (all play of course, 'cuz he wouldn't do a thing like that). But instead of being all sympathetic and helpful like she claims she is, she decides to walk up and bite me herself! What in the heck was that all about? I didn't do anything to her!

I Need a Computer Tree

My school has this crazy idea that they can assign homework that requires a computer to me and my two brothers on the same night, while my parents need to use a computer for day to day stuff, too. There are three computers in my whole house, one of which we got just to meet these computer-required homework assignments, and one of which is old and loaded up with spyware and viruses and junk filling up the RAM, and only one of which has a printer attatched, and only one of which has the proper software installed to complete my homework assignment (which is not the one with the printer). Long story short, I couldn't get started until 8:30 tonight. I'm still not finished, so this is a short entry.

What's My Problem?

I decided to take a quiz online today (that I made myself). It's designed to tell you your deepest problem. I figured, the ads on the website I made it on were all too gothic, so I should cheer them up with some humor even goths would appreciate (I hope).

What's Your Problem? by Me
Name
Birthday
Date of Death	Never. You are immortal.
Your Problem	You are too awsome.
What You Can Do About It	Try to remember the little people.
Quiz created with MemeGen!

Well, I guess I expected that (since I rigged the results). But hey, compliments are always welcome!

Template Dead

Okay, my self made template died. I'm using another google-made one, which I think looks better. I may have to change the background, but at least things are still looking a bit better.
By the way, expect another post from me today. I've finally unloaded all the stuff my teachers have loaded on me homework-wise.

Super Netscape

I hate to admit it, but... this post has been brought to you by Netscape Navigator. Seriously, both IE and Firefox decided to die on me today... heck, they're both still running in the background (I can't even get the Windows task manager to close either of them). Yet, thanks to Netscape and their browser, my blog lives on!
Goes to show, even the guy nobody cares about can do something right.
Anyway, I've changed the template on my blog. Hope you like. If not, please tell me so I can change it back. I'm a bit afraid the white text is a bit hard to read, but I wanted white text, so if I can do with it, I wanna keep it.

Sweet, Sweet Contrast

I have to get up at 5:30 am every mourning, because I have to go to school at 7:00 sharp every mourning, and I need all of that time to get ready for the day. So Murphey's Law states that my alarm will not go off eventually. Now put two and two together, you got my mourning: ten minutes to get showered, have breakfast, comb hair... the whole sha-bang.
Ironic, as I found out today that, due to a career day they did for the younger grades, I had my first couple of periods free. I guess its a good thing I didn't stress too much, huh?

My Gmail Invites Aren't Gone

Of my 150 Gmail invites, not one has been accepted. Come on peoples; I gotta give these things away! Anyone who wants one, just post you're current e-mail as a comment, and I'll give you Gmail!
Trust me, Gmail's awsome! Once you try it, you won't ever want Yahoo, AOL, or hotmail again!

(Update: I just got another one to my Yahoo account that I signed up to recieve Gmail updates, so that makes 151 Gmail invites to give away! Please people, take 'em!)

Hulk... in Church?

I loaded "Hulk," onto my iPAQ the other day. I don't know why everyone hated that movie; I thought it was pretty good. Anyway, my point is that I found a whole new dimension of watching that movie.
Basically what I did was skip to the scene where Hulk is smashing up the tanks, and let it play, mute on, whilst at the same time everyone was singing a hymn. When there's a hymn going, the Hulk wailing on something just feels so different!
I wouldn't suggest doing the same yourself (it's irreverant), but it was a fun experience for me.

Mormon Ads

So, I was surfing the BYU web site, trying to look for the Freshman academy to sign up today, and I notice they have a comedy thing, which they claim is "funnier than Saturday Night Live." I'm thinking, That's not hard to do, but I clicked on it anyway, and found a whole list of Mormonad parodies (Mormonads are fake advertisments they put in the New Era church magazine).
Here's an example of these things:



Dangit! That goes against my entire way of thinking! Oh well...
Most of the parodies require you to have seen the particular Mormonads they're based on, but there are a few pearls there that don't as well (like the one above). If you're mormon, you have to read these, but if not then much of the humor will be lost on you.
And apparently, these people are starting auditions in the fall for more people. I think I'll have something to do in the fall.

Tired...

I was too tired, so I didn't post anything on my blog today. Oh, wait...

...But French?

I was taking an English test today, and it was hard. I mean, they just threw us a quick exerpt about a bridge, and expected us to know that the bridge was a symbol of the rift between country and city people, as well as disect other litarary devices, such as irony, characterization... the usual for a someone compatent in the English language. The exerpt did have a fairly advanced vocabulary, too.
Now here's why this is odd. I look down on the bottom right corner of the test paper, and it has the instructions "turn page over," written in English and Spanish and French! Umm, correct me if I'm wrong, but shouldn't someone competant in the English language (or at least someone competant enough to take IB A1 English), and disecst literature, be able to understand a three word sentance without translation?
Now consider also that the International Baccalaureate is supposedly some of the best educational criteria one can have... and they can't even work out that English speakers speak English. Makes you wonder about your school system. I know I've lost faith in at least the International Baccalaureate Program.

My Life is Ruled by Pirates

Today, I loaded "Pirates of the Caribbean" onto my iPAQ (Pocket PC), and spent every free moment watching it at school today. Everybody was surprised that I could fit the whole movie on there, and I chuckled to myself thinking, "Yep, I'm just that awsome."
Also today, they were starting auditions for our high school graduation entertainment. One of them was an Indian girl, who was dancing with Indian music playing in the background. Indian music is the worst. The dance was okay, but man... they had a shrieking Indian girl singing on top of bongos and a ziare (or something like that), just repeating the same shriek and ziare notes over and over again. No headache is bigger than the one I had after that song.
I tried to block it out with the movie, but a teacher nearby stopped me. I thought torture was illegal in this country... oh wait, that was America. They have a torture museum here.
I found out that I'm not the only one "in danger of failing high school." Half of the senior class was complaining during assembly. The teachers tried to explain to us that we were wrong in waiting so long to turn in our final CAS slips, but we weren't wrong! So they finally gave up and told us just to take action with the CAS coordinater, Miss Sandavol-Veil.
All I can say is, "Viva la Revolution!"