So I finally conformed to the Capitalist way. I'm now an employee of the OfficeMax of Weatherford. Woot for 7 bucks an hour!
So I spent a couple of days trying to figure out what the "input" function in Python was.
Turns out it was "input()"
I feel retarded.
For the past week, I have had this fiery heat originating from my heart and spreading throughout the rest of my body. The origin of this fire has been taking residence in my thought, both conscious and unconscious.
Yet this Blarney Rose that has taken root into my heart is wary. I'm not upset about it, and I won't ever be. The previous owner of this beautiful flower has treated it harshly, tossing it aside when they grew bored of it and treating it as if it was a common weed.
This Rose remains humble. She fears for my own well being, believing her thorns to be too great, believing my skin to be too weak to handle her. She believes herself a cursed flower, which only makes me laugh. "I'll break this curse of yours" I wish to tell her. I am not upset over her criticism, and I never will be. She has need not worry. If her trust needs to build up for several months, so be it.
I shall wait by this Blarney Rose, tending it, nurturing it, and protecting it. Judging from the fire roaring in my chest, this flame will not die out for quite a while.
I'm thinking about having my friend's Sam's posts go onto here everyone once in a while. Here's is opinion on Flash Advertisements.
Why have all the clicky games I'd play while waiting for comments been replaced with WHORES from that true singles site? I love my clicky games and I hate whores, I'm going to that website and I'm gonna ruin their self esteem and crush their dreams of being more than an internet whore through the use of angry e-mails filled with insults that are both clever and vicious. And if that doesn't work, I swear to Jesus Steve Christ that I will go to each of those whores' houses and piss on their doorknobs then wait in the bushed for them to open the door, then I'm going to run up and deliver a destruction kick right to their slutty faces and say, " Hey, I just pissed on your doorknob, you just touched my piss. You're disgusting, whore. You owe me a rib.".
What do you like to make or order for brunch?
I don't eat brunch. I rarely eat breakfast.
Have you ever embarrassed yourself in front of someone due to your ignorance and lack of skill in a certain area?
I was in that situation last night.
I have been flailing with frustration with myself since than.
What's your favorite restaurant?
At my current place of residence, for it is a very far into the boondocks, I do not have a great selection of various foods to choose from. Out of the little choices I do have, it comes to ease the answer for this question. "Buffet City : Mongolian Grill" is the primary eatery me and my friends head to. My love of Oriental food is quenchable in this "All-You-Can-Eat" Chinese restraunt. And most of the employee's are Chinese! It's such a joy to see cultural diversity in this sea of whiteness.
So a thought just occurred to my head. Due to the lack of religious diversity in my community, I need to do something about it. Sure, there are millions of factions of Christianity here in Weatherford, but they are basically the same thing. They just don't like authority figures.
I don't want to change my religion because I'm quite comfortable with being a Catholic. Mass is pretty laid back, every one is pretty reserved. They don't try to upset any one, well none of the followers. Well, not for a couple of hundred years. Well, the Catholics I know are pretty laid back. I don't want my lifestyle to change dramatically. So I have decided to change my bird.
I've decided to convert Bert Islam. I'm planning on giving him a prayer mat for him, and I'll put his food out during the month of Ramadan. If you know anything else I can do to help my bird follow the teachings of the Prophet Muhammad, feel free to leave a comment.
So I've been dropping my MP3 Player quite a bit lately. But who can blame me? It's a freaking brick! But anyway, I went to get my MP3 from the charger and it was on the boot disk recovery mode. I fiddled around with the options and found out I couldn't actually do anything on the it (format hard drive, recover OS) due to the "Hard Disk Failure."
Than my tinkering soul settled in.
I rushed to the garage to find a screw driver small enough for the screws on the Zen Xtra. After I found the smallest Phillips Screw Driver, I rushed back into my room and started to attempt the removal of the lid.
After fifteen minutes or so, I concluded that those bastards at creative glued the screws in. I than resorted to the most basic instinct a man has. I began to punch MP3 Player.
You may think this is out of pure rage. But it's actually a crude way of fixing it. I assumed because the MP3 Player does indeed run on a hard disk, chances are the only error is that it has is that one of the cables got knocked a bit loose.
My theory turned out to be correct. About the fifth hit, my MP3 player was back to it's normal self and was actually playing the song I had been playing before I turned off the player. And I shall share you this joy that I recently experienced.
Starting this blogging thing. Right after I got bored of it... somewhat.
Well, it's all for the procrastination of the homework. Cheers.
