Wolfram Alpha. Oh, and camping. :P

www.wolframalpha.com

check it out. :)

http://www58.wolframalpha.com/screencast/introducingwolframalpha.html

check that out first.

Ok, so when I'm NOT screwing around with that, I was at camporee. Blah, camping, hiking, music, the only really fun part was friday. It was basically a giant party. Dancing, music, food, sugar, crazyness, the usual. I would post more, but I have a math final to cram for. >.<

2 + 2 = 5

So, assume you were counting rocks. You have two stacks. You count how many each have, and each have two rocks. You combine them and count four rocks in the grand pile. Seems like 2 + 2 = 4, right?

Well, lets try something else. Assume you have two ropes. You tie two knots in each rope. You then combine them and count five knots. Therefore, 2 + 2 = 5.

(reposting from facebook so others can see. :) )

Partie,s parties, here and there, Parties, Parties, Everywhere!

So, this weekend I went to two parties. One I hosted and one was held by Chris.

Chris had a party simply because zombie tag is badass and we really wanted to do it. So, we got eight people together and hung out, listening to music, being spaz-tastic and running around until it was dark, at which point we went over to foothill and chased each other around. Ian made a zombie tag group, join it if you wish. The rules are there. So that party was a blast, lots of fun and yelling and running and jokes and memories and all the things you want to do on a saturday night.

Today, monday, we held a party for my sister's graduation. About forty people arrived (maybe thirty) and we all hung out. In groups, that is. There were the high schoolers, the parents, and us, the dudes-for-music-and-video-games. Guess what we did. :P So this party was great, lots of playing and music, with eddie izzard and lonely island thrown in for the fun of it. Now its over, and I'm (finally) blogging. :P

See you all tommorow! :)

Xbox live

So, as anyone with a facebook knows, I finally connected to xBox live. I spent like four straight hours beating my way to private. So, that was fun. Lots more fun than getting owned by scott. For anyone who doesn't know, Scott (Scott E. Whitney) is my best bud, whom I've known since Kindergarden. Anyway, Scott (or scottyboy, as I sometimes call him) awlays owns me at Halo 3. Or, in fact, any versus game in anything, anywhere. Always. Any video game, anyway. So thats not as fun as it could be, but live is so great. Lots of people, mass murdering each other, fun.

Anyhoo, eighth grade day was badass. Chickenfighting, swimming, water slides, spoons, fudruckers, etc. Awesome. My favorite part was probably chickenfighting. Sooo great. And the burgers were, as my sister might say, orgasmic. So thats that.

Eddie Izzard is still my fave comedian.

Anyone who flunked my quiz, don't feel bad. Its half impossible anyway.

REBELLIOUS

Its my new favorite adjective, I think. :)

Anyhoo, I've been cleaning, and its no fun. I came on the computer to turn on bohemian rhapsody, and then I started blogging. Whee!

So, anyway, devon and shannon got into a fight (which, admittedly, is sort of my fault, since I told Devon what shannon was saying) but they made up today. Whatever, I didn't know they made up, so I was yelling at shannon (she started it) and I was saying how that was really bad how they weren't friends and how it of course wasn't my fault, and of course shannon knew they had made up. God damn, thats a spot on my otherwise-perfect record.

Also, wouldn't you people agree that a slap (and a light one at that) is a lot better than bruising someone?

To let everyone know-

I survived the bet and didn't blog about shannon. For one whole week. I feel a lot better now. Anyhoo, I just want to say this: Shannon, you are crazy, annoying, and sometimes truly awful. You insult people for little reason and spread rumors about others. Let me lay it out: you are terrible sometimes. This is no reason to hate you, but it sure as hell isn't appealing.

Just saying. I really want to be clear that despite this, I am your friend. Spreading rumors about people is definitely too much, but I'm not supposed to make a big deal about that, so I shan't. No, this doesn't mean that I'm going to stop being cruel to you. Hey, friends can do that, can't they?

Moving on from her, I finished up my civil war project today, then had to clean out my bathroom since my *darling* grandmother is coming to stay with us for a few days, for my sister's graduation. She's taking my room. I will be sleeping on the couch. This is not a good idea. Nor is it fun. But hell, I'm a martyr. In other news, what do you people think about long-distance relationships? I personally think they can't work out. As my brother once said, "You want someone there, to hug and cuddle and be with, and they're not there." Anyone think otherwise?

Also, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds is a great song. Look it up if you haven't heard it yet.

Girls.

They rock. They may be confusing at times, and insane others, but for the most part, I would like to thank you all for being fantastic. Adios~

Er, what?

"Sex education might be a good idea in schools, but I don't think children should be given any homework" - Bill Cosby.

Discuss.

Anyway, anyone got any plans for the weekend?

Shoe Storage!

Ok, so I was at a loss as to what to blog about. So I was watching TV, and a commercial came on. They have FINALLY marketed a box. Victory! Apparently, shoes are "expensive" to keep in their boxes. So buy this box, which has compartments and a zipper! And, get two! A $40 value, yours for $10! Call now!

And now, as I write this, some company is trying to market a plastic arch, that you stick on your head, so your hair won't be flat. So it will have a bump. Hair bump. Epic fail, amirite?

Music!

Ok, to change it up, I'm going to post about music that I really like today. Simple, right?

I am the Walrus (Love Version) - The Beatles

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1VfTMlOuZo - The song is the classic getting-high song. It's so incredibly odd that I love it, and the beat is nice too.

Los Angeles is Burning - Bad Religion

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJjAVOxA63Q - The song has a nice rythm to it, and the video is pretty funny too. As I recall, LA did catch fire once, this may be a tribute to that.

Atheist Peace - Bad Religion

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7mXEiZSwi8 - I like the lyrics, and the guitar is just badass. :D

Perfect Situation - Weezer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgR-l3fhygw - Great song in general.

Pork and Beans - Weezer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=trqWjkOS2y0 - I don't like it as much as I used to, but its still great.

Liar (It Takes One to Know One) - Taking Back Sunday

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=3062433 - I really love this song, not so much for the lyrics, but for the intrumentals. Don't get me wrong, the lyrics are great, but I really like the music, not so much the words.

The Middle - Jimmy Eat World
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZ7ZvxXvn90 - Love the song, video is odd. I like the message, I guess. In the song. :P

Monsters - Matchbook Romance

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbZ0OQ6F_HM - Great song, another wierd video. I really like this song, music and lyrics.
And for any halo fans, there's this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLu8RT7-xb4

My Hero - The Foo Fighters

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVKDQgT_b-Y - Its by the Foo Fighters, and if that isn't enough, everything about this song is epic.
>>}:O

The Pretender - The Foo Fighters

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKhnmUdmz74 - Another song I used to be obsessed with. Not quite as much, now. Great song though. Slow start, but its rock, I promise. ;)

Sigh...

So, too many of my posts are about Shannon.

Is this a bad thing?

Tell me.

PE, Gramps, and Shannon.

Wow, she's becoming a recurring theme in this isn't she?

Anyway.

So, today I received a lot of sorrys about my grandpa. We weren't really close and he hated my dad, so... yeah. I don't want to say it isn't a loss, but I've never lost anyone before and I don't know if I'm in shock or what.

Moving on, I have the same period for PE with Chris, Eric, Austin, and Shannon. Today, we ran the proggressive relay for the second time. My team managed to trade austin for shannon, and this was fun. :) We got third, which I blame myself for. Since I slowed down on my last lap to show off. Chris says it isn't my fault, which is really nice of him. :) Anyway, I really like the relay, and I might try out track, to see what it's like. Anyway, after the relay, Chris and I caught up with Austin, and we discussed how Shannon had apparently been bitching about her team. We were discussing this, and then Shannon came skipping over to us, despite the fact that austin had insulted her earlier. As we all had. I said to her, "Are you on anti depressants or something?" (which I feel is sort of mean to people who take them, so consider this an apology), to which she replied, "Yes I am!" and threw up her arms for a hug. I backed off, and she said, "You're embarrasing me. I don't like being embarrased." I made fun of the hair-poof-thing she did as she said this, and in response she punched me in the back. Twice. "There goes my slouch," I remarked. Austin began to laugh and joke about this, and she started pushing him, saying, quite angrily, "You wanna go?" several times before stomping off in a huff. We then laughed about virgin refriderators and headed in to change.

OH! Y'all don't know about the virgin refriderator thing. Well, earlier in the PE period, Austin, Chris, Eric, and I had been discussing with Shannon what she had written in my planner. Apparently, she could have been implying that I fucked my refriderator and ate my dog. I stated that my refriderator is a virgin, and that I have not, nor do I ever intend to, eat my dog.

Anyone think I enjoy this stuff too much?

EDIT: Moar.

So , before relays, we (that is, Shannon, Eric, Austin, and I) were sitting at roll call. We brought up my dead grandpa, as planned. She was responding to something someone else (lizzie?) had said, and made a remark that said that it was inconsequential (or was it welcome...?). We (that is, Eric, Austin, and I, mostly Me and Austin) proceded to torture her about this, bringing up that that wasn't what friends said. Then it came to the "fact" that I don't consider her my friend, and she was pissed off, which is how what she wrote in my planner came up.

My Grandpa

As of today, Sunday, May 10th, 2009, my Grandpa, Thomas Howard Clarke Sr., is dead.

No, it hasn't hit me yet. I'm not sure if I'll go to school monday. I assume so.

For anyone wondering, my other grandpa is dead too.

At last!

I've got a blog layout that will let you comment. Try it out, the box is there for me, how about you?

Backround is up! I like it, don't you? I'm working on getting the tileing to stop.

Late Night

Or early morning, depending on your point of view.

I'm up for no reason. Again. Maybe to make double-extra-sure that I sleep through when we'd be going to church in the morning, but I dunno. No one is up, that I hear. I'll go check.

Well, if there is anyone they're dang quiet. Pretty much nothing has happened since my last post, except for a couple of things that may radically alter the course of this blog:

First, Shannon flipped out at Eric. He commented "sick and wrong" on the FB version of my planner post, and Shannon told him he was a waste of space. She has been politely notified to shut the fuck up. :)

Also, she got the link to this blog. Brace yourselves.

Espin Ads, Mothers Day, and Today in Review.

Though not in any particular order, you see.

So, today, I was awoken at nine in the morning. Because it was important that I be up and ready for an hour before I leave to do karate at 10:30. This bothered me, but I hauled my ass out of bed anyway and was making some waffles when mom and dad began arguing. They were yelling real loud, so I headed upstairs and read a bit. That got them to shut up real fast. Once the yelling was gone, I was beckoned downstairs, and had my waffles.

So, I called Scott to see if we could get together after my lessons. No, he had a project. Fwoosh, there go my plans. So I mill about a bit, head to karate and learn that my private teacher thought I wasn't showing up that day, so I sat around for a half hour before lessons I could do began. After an hour of relaxed exercise (they don't push us as hard as they used too, which is no fun), I was picked up. I hopped on the computer and noted that I had missed the group run in WoW too. Oddly enough, I still got a spot. Whatever. So I played on the computer, alternating between WoW and the internet as was my wont. So, now that you're good and bored, I'll get to the good part: around 9 o'clock (perhaps eight) my dad came in and was like, "Hey, let's watch that movie now." (We had been discussing my lack of experience with classics). So, we watched half of The Seventh Samurai, an old eastern samurai movie, that was pretty funny.

So, that's my day. I had nothing else to blog about, until I was on facebook.

Now, anyone who's ever used facebook will have noticed the "eSpin" adds that occupy the side of the screen. I understand they're trying to attract customers, and change it up a bit, which is why you see one of three girls in the ad. The first two are what you would expect, slim teenage girls in bikinis. The third is an angry-looking redhead wearing an ugly yellow tank top and sticking her tongue out at the reader. Most repulsive dating-service add I've ever seen. Maybe some people find it attractive. Go figure.

Anyway, its mother's day tommorow.

That means we all give our mother gifts that she will thank us graciously for, use for a week, and then forget about. For me, it involves giving her a gift that I had no part in choosing, buying, compensating the buyer(s)/chooser(s) for, or being in any way involved with until I press it into her hands. It also means I can't see Scott. This means that Eric's family will continue to doubt his existence. For some reason, they think Eric and I have made Scott up. Go figure.

So, whadda ya think?
Yes, you can tell me on facebook, but I will not be linking these. My mom is an e-stalker.

I pissed off my ex-girlfriend

She called me a bastard ( a word I do not approve of) for friending her sister on facebook. Assumedly, this will lead her sister here, which will no doubt lead to dire repercussions.

Thoughts?

Escapades with my ex-girlfriend, zombies, and star trek.

Ok, despite Shannon's protests, yes, I'm blogging about what she did.

So I, your adventurous and romantically-deprived hero, was playing catch with a football, Eric, and Chris. Mostly Chris. And then, Shannon walks over. She claims that Rozemerry was being a jerk, and has decided to come over to where I was. I told her what a bad idea this was (really, she didn't pick up on it yesterday, I mean COME ON.), but she stayed. So I threw the ball to Chris, assuming an awkward, sort of leaned-forward position with one leg forward, (The stretch we do in PE sort of resembles it) as I did so. She said, "Stay in that position." I did. She leaned over and kissed me. ON THE CHEEK. Ok, more like temple. But it is vital that I get across the information that it was NOT on the lips.

Wait wait, it gets BETTER.

So then, Rozemerry starts FREAKIN' OUT. And then Shannon turns to her and starts yelling, "What? You SAID kiss him!" And so then, Rozemerry was all like, "NO! I said KICK him, not KISS him!" At this point, Chris and I, and Eric, start cracking up. Because now, Shannon has been duped into kissing her ex boyfriend, and she wasn't even doing the right dare. She never did kick me, by the way. Though Austin (the sixth) did yell in the locker room "Shannon kissed Anthony!" and that brought much interest. I notified the nearest person of the circumstances. He laughed.

So, Shannon wanted to kill him for that, since I told her what Austin did. Anyway, she begged me not to blog about it, so here I am.

Now, I've been planning to see star trek with a bunch o' buddies all week. We managed to pull it off, but before I tell you that story, I have to tell you this story.

So, I come home, all ready to blog about my escapades (what a fun word) with Shannon, when my mom's like, "You're leaving as soon as your dad gets home." So I'm like, kay, whatevs, That'll probably be six-ish right? WRONG. He gets home at 3 o'clock, and then yells at me before he carts me and my sisters off, grumbling about it. So, I arrive downtown four hours early, so I head to barnes and noble to read, after I donate to a local donations-reciever-person, who was collecting for a local church. I gave him eight bucks. Anyway, I was inside, and I saw a book, Evil Genius it looked funny, so I plunked myslef down, and started reading. As I looked over the top of my book, I noted that several of the covers on the shelf opposite where I was were a bit revealing. I Looked up a bit higher, and noticed that I was sitting right in front of the Erotica rack. >.<

So, I was moving about, looking for a new spot, and I noticed a book, sitting ever-so-innocently on top of a stack. It was Pride, Prejudice, and Zombies. As you can imagine, this book intrigued me. So I picked it up and looked at it. Looked great. I almost, almost bought it, but I was saving my cash just in case.

So, about the movie. We had two people crash, one expected and the other not. So, no biggy. On the downside, there was no proof that Scott existed, so I willbe taking pictures of him and sending them to Eric, to prove to his family that Scott exists. Star Trek was AWESOME. Sex, Explosions, Bar Fights, Alchohol, Time Travel, Romance, Tributes, you name it, they got it. A car goes off the cliff in the second fricking scene. No waiting for the action. So, go and see it. Great movie, lots of laughs and explosions.

Shannon's Escapades With Her Ex Boyfriend, Part Deux.

Wow, only a day after the twenty-calories-per-cracke

r incident, Shannon has amazed me yet again. Apparently, at lunch today, her friends were being jerks. As such, she came over to where me and my friends were sitting, since by some incredible flop of logic, she assumed we would be better. The fact that Kagel immediately brought up crackers should have been an omen as to what direction things were going. To my suprise, the topic was dropped, as we all told her just how incredibly terrible her choice of refuge was. Terrible. Worse than MCR.

Anyway, Eddie decided to take the initiative to kick my backpack, for which I chased him. His heart wasn't in it, though, so the chase ended fairly quickly. Despite this, by the time I returned, my ex-girlfriend had managed to rummage through my backpack and remove a pencil, my highly-battered book, and my planner. She flipped through this, writing in it as was her wont, and I stood over her, but eventually moved off. She eventually put them down, after conor (and me) bothered her about it, and skipped off, singing.

Curiosity got the better of me, and i flipped to the back page, with the "best friends section" on it. I looked into the obscure corner, and noticed she had written there, as I thought she had. Here is what she wrote:

My best friend:
*She writes*: Veto
Other good friends:
*She writes*: The fridge
Places we hang out:
*She writes*: The kitchen
Things we do together:
*She writes*: Eat/Fuck.

I was shocked and outraged, since this implied that I was into bestiality. With my own dog, no less. I went over, and yelled at her. She informed me that someone had written all over the same page of her planner, and I yelled at her, wondering why she was taking this out on me. She informed me it was fun and games. I told her it was sick and wrong.
"Funny." She said.
"Sick and wrong." I yelled, leaving.
"Funny!" She yelled, as I was walking away.
"SICK AND WRONG!" I yelled, halfway across the quad.

Such ended todays misadventure.

P.S. Should I start a blog to keep track of this stuff?
P.P.S. And for those who don't know, bestiality is having sex with an animal.
P.P.P.S. Shannon was joking, I think.

BY REQUEST!

I'm re-posting both of my escapades with my ex-girlfriend here.

The Twenty Calories Per Cracker Incident:

So, I'm sitting there, innocently minding my own business and eating some animal crackers, when suddenly my ex-girlfriend comes up and wrenches them out of my hand, and begins to tell me how fattening they are. Twenty calories per cracker! Twenty! She then prevents me from grabbing them by grabbing me, which nearly sparked into a fight. But of course I would never hit a girl.
;)

Part Deux:

So, following Shannons attacking of my diet, Jessica grabs a piece of bread, coated lightly in mustard. This she slapped into my face. I, in turn, grabbed the piece and shoved it into her hair, and moved on. Later, after a bout of arguing with Shannon, I was assaulted again by a sandwich half, now complete not only with mustard, but with meat and lettuce. This was shoved into me, and in turn I chased Jessica around with it, and was about to deliver my just retribution when a certain annoying yard duty thought I was trying to kill her, and began shouting at me. Despite the fact that I explained that it was all Jessica's fault and we had just been playing anyway. She yelled anyway, then yelled at jessica for laughing.

So, thats what happened. :P

New Layout!

I spent a bit of time looking around, and I found this layout. I like it, how about you?

East Coast Blog Project - Compass Confused.

Ok, I have been pressured into starting a blog. Where I will slowly reveal my secrets until you people are glad I'm 3000 miles away. Just kidding.

So, a few of you uninformed people be wondering, why east coast? You live in Cali. True, for now. For anyone out of the loop, I'm packing up and heading to Chatham, Mass. From there, I shall blog my heart out, no doubt pointlessly, since no one will read this.

So, on to blogging.

Tommorow, I'm going to see Star Trek with a currently unknown number of people. Since one I haven't been able to call, and two more might attend. The massive hassle that this is truly describable. A few phone calls and the work is now delegated to everyone else. So that problem is solved. Also, no-one tell my parents about this blog. My mom already e-stalks me on facebook, so please, please, PLEASE don't tell her about this blog.

On saturday, I'm planning to see fighting, but there MIGHT be plans that day, so I dunno how that'll go. Yes, I'm seeing it with my mother. Because I don't hate my parents. Much.

So, that wraps up the first post. How did I do?