take THAT you bot-bot!

For those of you who don't know of SmarterChild, it's an online bot. Bot-bot-bot. Now see what I did to it!

Me: library

SmarterChild: Here's what I have in my library:

1 Dictionary
2 Thesaurus
3 Encyclopedia
4 U.S. Geography
5 World Facts
6 Shakespeare
7 U.S. Presidents
8 Book Search

Go ahead and make a selection!

Me: 5

SmarterChild: Here's what I can tell you about any country:

1 Geographical Information
2 Government Information
3 People Information

What would you like to know?

Me: 3

SmarterChild: Here's what I know about people around the world:

1 Birth Rates
2 Death Rates
3 Languages Spoken
4 Female Life Expectancy
5 Male Life Expectancy
6 Total Life Expectancy
7 Populations

Me: 1

SmarterChild: Which country would you like to know the birth rate for?

Me: antarctica

SmarterChild: Here's the information you requested about Antarctica:

Birth Rate: births/1000 population

Type "about antarctica" to see what else I know.

Me: about antarctica

Me: stumped?

Hahahahaahaha, I blew up the robot!



I hate that people steal. It makes others live in fear.

I own what I own because I LOVE IT and would NEVER sell it.

Don't tell me it's MY fault because I bought it - Fuck that.

They denied me.

(Geico Rep) "Geico.com is so easy to use, a caveman could do it."

::Microphone boom gets thrown to the floor by caveman:: "NOT COOL!"


::heavenly chord::

Oh, sweet-sweet Dr. Pepper... How I have missed you!

We're in sove.


T makes me giggle.

"I'll get today's mail tomorrow pretty soon."

"Yeah, I'm not paying like $50 for a fucking slushie."



Dumber than a box-of-rock's box-of-rocks . . .


I'm only living here for the garage.

My roommate, "Roomy", has no appeal to me WHATsoever.

Tonight I was in my studio preparing to draw when Roomy decided he needed my attention right then and there. This is not an unfamiliar occurrence with him. Anyway, so he calls my name to which I answer... And he then proceeds to accuse me of hitting our garage door, thus, snapping two wires and preventing the door from opening with the motor.

He was just leaving for work and was outraged at the fact the door would not budge with the motor. Still accusing me of breaking the door, I told him that if he was going to act in his outraged manner, I wasn't going to help at all. He then lowered his voice a little, but still accused the broken door as my fault. I asked him what time he got home today; he said 4pm. I then proceeded to tell him that I got home around 130pm, and OBVIOUSLY used the garage door successfully... AND that he obviously used the door successfully AFTER me because...



So, he found two wires had snapped on the sides of the door. The door wouldn't lift up easily so he had to release the lever and try again. He managed to lift the door up, but there are no stops on the end of the horizontal metal tracks. So... The door kept rolling across the track... far enough to where the top row rolled OFF the track to where the highest pivot is. So the top row of door swings down TOWARDS THE ROOFS OF OUR CARS. He managed to grab the bottom row of the door in time to stop it from crashing onto the roofs of our cars. If it had rolled off the track, I would have HURT him right then and there.

So, I have to park my car on the driveway tonight, and probably tomorrow night, which I'm not thrilled about, but whatever.

He also claimed that his car broke today, apparently as a result of something Acura "did" (which he'd probably blame them for global warming, the tsunami, and various other-worldly events ::rolls eyes::), but he totally sped away... then proved his brakes, in fact, do work when he slammed on them.


"Weesa" is a cute little cookie.

I got this quote from Lisa's (meine schwester) profile:

"We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colors, but they all have to learn to live in the same box."

Ain't it da troof?!

I am sharp when: I am in my element - architecture.
I am pretty when: Someone buys me a pearl necklace for Valentine's Day.
I am named weirdly when: I am around my family members and friends. Oh, the nicknames!
I am a different color when: I get embarassed or spend too much time in the heat/cold.
I am learning to live in the same box when: I am forced to work with people I detest.

When are you?


This just in!




how Salad got her Groove back!

That's right folks, I'm back! In pog form! No, actually Alf was back in pog form, not me. If you understand that obscure reference, I love you.

DooDoo, your journal makes me giggle. "...makes DooDoo a dull boy!" Classic.

OKKKKKKKK... So I'll bring everyone(all 0.2 readers)up to speed:
08JAN05: Moved into a house with a guy from my apartment complex. I'll label him Roomy. I needed the garage space and, yes, I manipulated Roomy to get this option to go through. By manipulate I mean acted nice to him even though I don't want to. Hehhhhhhh... If you met him, you'd understand.

12JAN05: School starts. I am getting excellent grades and still have no job. DOH.

28JAN05: My parents have been in their house for 19 years. WOOO! Sadly, the same day Challenger exploded. :o(

Yeah, well those two dates are the only significant ones I can draw up at the moment. I'm sure I'm forgetting like a bajillion things, but my brain seems to cut out now and then. Oh well.

Still single and, so far, it is working out for me. Just don't feel that I'm in a "serious relationship" mood. School is my main focus anyway. That and finding a job to pay for my car! (Thanks M&D for the temporary help!)

It's raining here. It's snuggly-romantic weather! I am so excited for Valentine's Day.

Phoenix people: I don't know when I'll be back in town; homework is busy and I never get enough sleep.

I'm gonna go eat!