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Sunday, February 7th, 2010
6:26 am
2009 was a dumb year anyway

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Friday, October 3rd, 2003
4:31 pm - a public service announcement
so you all know, these few entries are no real indicator of my journal. i just happened to check out what my journal looked like un-friends-ed and discovered that over half of it is shitty quizzes and tests. i assure you that there is actual content in here, if you only take the time to leave me a comment asking to become a friend of mine.

also, chew with your god damned mouths closed.

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Tuesday, July 1st, 2003
8:41 pm
this journal is friends only. read through the early entries, but they will just tease you, mwahaha.

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Thursday, May 30th, 2002
2:45 pm
SimilarMinds.com Compatibility Test

Your match with rei
you are 73% similar

How Compatible are You and Your Friends?

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Thursday, April 25th, 2002
4:36 pm
This post has been brought to you by PAYDAY! exdee!

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Sunday, April 14th, 2002
8:46 am
i am

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Saturday, April 13th, 2002
1:57 pm

Take the Monopoly Piece Quiz!

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Friday, April 12th, 2002
9:43 pm

What kith are you? Find out here.

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Thursday, April 11th, 2002
3:20 pm
My sister brought me home some photos of my Latin class from seventh grade. For Halloween, the seventh grade Latin students are required to wear a costume of a Roman or Greek deity or piece of mythology. Anyway, I was looking at the pictures when one caught my eye. It's of Nick Docking (right) and Justin Darby (left, w/ sword)

Is it just me or is that really, really funny??

current mood: lethargic

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Tuesday, April 9th, 2002
4:32 pm
You know what is the grossest thing ever? In the whole wide world?


I got home in time to hear the phone ringing, so I of course made myself look like an idiot by running into my house full-tilt and picking up the phone all out of breath and stuff. So like, it was one of my sister's friend's mothers, and she was like "Yo, come hook up my internet for me Jeremy! You are the greatest and are so smart that you should be able to do it in a breeze!" So of course I couldn't refuse. So I pulled on a black hoodie (it was raining outside of course) and threw on some headphones and walked there to the soundz of Polyethylene and Electioneering, a good combo if I do say so myself. So I get there, and I said "point me to the computer!" in a very loud, booming voice, which I like to think would shake the walls if I was in the right mood. Anyway, she said "over there." My first fear was set aside when I noticed that it was a brand-new shiny HP 8900 or what-the-fuck-ever. (I had thought it was going to be like a 486 running Windows 3.1 or something) So I slid into the seat, cracked my knuckles and went fuck. Sitting there next to the keyboard was a sheet. It said "LocalNet Dial-Up". I felt like I was going to throw up. I was going to ask for a hazard suit or at least some rubber gloves, but I figured that would be rude. Still, I hope that scary dial-up didn't rub off on me or something. I don't think my beautiful cable modem could ever forgive me. "What's that strange perfume I smell? Is that lipstick on your collar? You've been with that DIAL-UP WHORE again, HAVEN'T YOU?!?!?!" Fortunately, so far, everything is going fine with my cable modem. We're at the point in our relationship where we're thinking about settling down with a router and having a few more IP's. But more on that later.

So anyway. Settings, Network Dial-Up, threw in a phone number, slapped their password in and hit "Connect". About 30 seconds later I realized it wasn't doing anything. So I check behind the tower, and guess what? Right at the phone port (HP makes me laugh sometimes, there's a big sticker on the back of this fucker pointing at the port that says "INSERT PHONE JACK HERE FOR INTERNET SERVICE"), there is empty space. So I say "All right, where's your phone jack?" She points at what looks like a knot of wires sticking out of the wall, and assures me that it's a phone outlet. Yeah. O_o

So anyway, she says that it doesn't work. Well, in case you know nothing about anything, let me spell it out for you- if your phone jack is broken, then your internet is not going to work. Got it? As in, brokey brokey, no worky worky. Alles klarr? Anyway, I get down, on my hands and knees and start asking for tools. Lighter, flathead screwdriver, pliers. OK, so I'm set. I notice two wires out of the jumble of like 20 (omg, this was an old fucking phone line, newer systems only use 2 wires, 2 wires is much easier mind you) are loose. They have been ripped off, as in at the end of the insulation there is no wire sticking out, which is the way it should not be. See, that's what I needed the lighter for. I didn't know I was such a fucking genius, but I figured that since this lady probably didn't even know what she was going to eat for dinner, she wouldn't know what the fuck wire strippers are. But this lady is like a smokestack, you can smell it easily in the house, so I snag her lighter (see I'm not crazy) and I melt the insulation off the end of the wires. omg that is like so smart. I amaze myself sometimes! So anyway I get that off and screw the wires on like I should and replace the cover and then I say "OK, where's your phone cable?" Guess what? Didn't have one. Back home I go to snag one of my spares, walk all the way back (to Paranoid Android this time, I was in an OKC mood) and hook it all up. Hit connect, foom, it works, everything is perfect. Yay me. I am the greatest guy in that house since never and I leave feeling all accomplished.

And I don't have to work tonight. ohmygosh. Yay.

current mood: accomplished

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