Bah. Stupid valor without the u. I want to change it, but the song has no u. NO U! *cries*
So, the day. I actually had a pretty interesting day today.
It all started in the summer of 1952, with the creation of the world...Yes, folks, the world was created in 1952. You can't disprove it, so shut up. Anyways, A LOT of crazy shit happened, and eventually today rolled around.
It started like any other day. Bus ride. Talking to Eric. When I got to school, I coked and wandered, drinking a bit of syrup. Love that stuff. Although, I was in the middle of a nice long swig, and remebered what it was, and then it didn't taste as good. Sigh.
In Calculus, we were given a new seating plan. I find myself bitter towards the person that is now sitting in my seat. I was moved one back and one left. Well, from the perspective of where I'm sitting. If you're looking from the front of the class, it's one back and one RIGHT. The madness! The only consolation of sitting there is that I have a red chair. One of two NICE red chairs. There's also a less nice one, but it's too dull for me to care about. We learned about...I forget, something else for derivatives. I don't remember the exact name, but it's basically taking the derivative more than once. Pretty cool. Dear Lord. I just said that was cool. That's so utterly pathetic...
During break, I stood around and said 'fuck' a lot, as I contemplated whether or not I wanted to go to English. I think you all know my decision. If you know ME, anyways. Fuck fucking English. We were celebrating William Shakespeare's birthday today, although google told me that it's Saturday, but we're not at school on Saturday, so whatever. We were supposed to have something about either swords of flowers, neither of which I did. Also, we were supposed to have a present. What do you get for a guy who's dead, and whom you've never met? I was thinking cash, but our currency would be useless to him. So I said fuck it, and hung out all period in the caf with Ryan and his companion, whom I don't remember the name of. Huzzah! It was bloody HILARIOUS. I love those guys. In a COMPLETELY heterosexual way, mind you. There's more on that later, as I took a few notes about things I wanted to mention on here. Yeah.
During third, we FINALLy got the cipher but of the program to work. By we, I mean Mitch and Jared, though they did it through a whole shitload of confusing code. DEciphering? No idea how to do that. It's all so confusing, so hard to reverse. Bah! Mr. Kam did in in SIX lines. He is truly a God. A Java God! Praise be to the Java God! I'm really gonna miss him :( I'd like Mr. Kaune to adopt some of his teaching methods. I learned a lot through him.
During lunch, I basically hung around and did nothing. Talked to the generic group of people that inhabits the area that Mitch and I claimed at the end of last semester. Thank GOD for that last day of class last semester, when we skipped classes, and found the new spot. :) Mitch was gone at lunch, left right near the beginning, and Jared had to write the Calculus test he missed yesterday.
During spare, I...Well, I kinda wandered for a bit. I was looking for Kate, but didn't find her until closer to the end of the period. I ended up picking up Ben, and going to Food Basics for cake and Coke. He then returned to wahtever he was doing, and I wandered around with cake. I hung around with Angus, Fat, Jimmy, and some other guy for a bit. The basically just mocked me. But I was too wired to give a damn. Although, I seem to remember that I have to kill Jimmy. Yep.
I love cake. I wandered around eating cake for most of that period. The comments I get are always quite amusing.
Then bus, then home, then Rick's house. We were GONNA play our coolio file with the three of us living together, but Eric went to the bank and never came back, THE BASTARD.
But it's all good. I made a new character in another town. Same as Eric's type in our house, the romance-aspiration slacker. It's fun-tastic. All they care about is relationships and sex. They should have just called it a sex aspiration. But I guess they gotta sell it to younger kids. So they can't do that. That's why sex in the Sims is 'WooHoo'. My sim had WooHoo with two different females so far. There'd be three, but it turns out you can't have WooHoo with somebody in a lower agegroup...I swear, I didn't know she was just a teenager. She was dressed so slutty and hawt. She came over to my house and insulted me, without saying anything else. I knew I had to have her. But it's not exactly working. After a while, I gave up, called a girl I was at a 50 relationship with, made her fall in love with me, and had sex with her. Good times. The real 'Romance' stuff is in the family aspirations, which are all about having a big family. One of the FEARS for the romance aspiration people is to get engaged. It's funny.
Yeah.
I'ma go grab my notebook, to see what I wrote down to rant about.
*goes and grabs the aforementioned notebook*
Ah, yes. Hitler.
QUESTION! Would YOU wear Hitler's sweater? I mean, if you had the opportunity to wear Hitler's sweater, would you? Please note that you do NOT have the option of just selling it. People said they'd just do that. I wanted to know if they'd WEAR it. Ryan asked me this today. Said it would offend some people. I thought it was absolutely hilarious. And hell yeah, I'd wear Hitler's sweater! That'd be like wearing a piece of evil history.
It was decided today, by the triumvirate of caf table Gods (Ryan, myself, and Ryan's companion), that it was actually Hitler's sweater that made him evil. Whether or not he actually wore one is irrelevant. It's the itchy german fabric that made him hate the Jews. Yep. That's it. The sweater is responsible for the murder of all those people. DAMN YOU, SWEATER!
It was also decided that Bob is, indeed, Hitler. Yep. The guy that fucked my girlfriend is Hitler. For no other reason than because he fucked my girlfriend. I bet he has Hitler's sweater stashed away somewhere. HIS sweater. YOU BASTARD!
Right..What's next on the list? AH! The rainforest!
You know what? Fuck the rainforest. What's the rainforest done for ME? I asked that in class, and somebody, one of them nature-savy environment club peoples, said that the rainforest did a lot of things, but I remember no specific examples. I'd assume oxygen and the like, but feh.
What has the rainforest done for ME, SPECIFICALLY? And lately? Hrm? Why the fuck should I care about it?
Oh...Oh...Stopped caring.
NEXT!
Ah! The Code! Yes! HUZZAH! REMEMBERANCE!
Right...THIS was my code for the user menu:
import java.io.*;
public class UserMenu
{
public static void main (String[] args) throws IOException
{ BufferedReader keyboard = new BufferedReader(new InputStreamReader (System.in));
int UserSelection;
System.out.println("******************************************");
System.out.println("* Menu Program *");
System.out.println("******************************************");
System.out.println("* *");
System.out.println("* 1. Create New File *"); // This is a pointless comment. System.out.println("* *");
System.out.println("* 2. Open File *");
System.out.println("* *");
System.out.println("* 3. Exit Program *");
System.out.println("* *");
System.out.println("******************************************");
System.out.println(); System.out.print("Please input selection now: ");
UserSelection = Integer.parseInt(keyboard.readLine()); // Gotta parse that int.
if (UserSelection == 1)
{
String newfile;
String textism;
System.out.println("Please input a name for the new file.");
System.out.println("(Note: .txt will be added to the file name automatically)");
newfile = keyboard.readLine();
System.out.println("\nWhat text would you like this file to contain?");
textism = keyboard.readLine();
FileWriter write = new FileWriter(newfile + ".txt");
PrintWriter printwrite = new PrintWriter(write);
printwrite.print(textism);
printwrite.close();
keyboard.close();
}
else if (UserSelection == 2)
{
String FileName;
String content = new String();
System.out.println("Please enter the name of the file you wish to open.");
System.out.println("Please Note: .txt will automatically be added to whatever you enter.");
FileName = keyboard.readLine();
BufferedReader input = new BufferedReader(new FileReader(FileName + ".txt"));
while((content = input.readLine()) != null)
{
System.out.println();
System.out.println(content);
System.out.println();
}
}
else if (UserSelection == 3)
{
System.out.println("Thank you come again.");
System.exit(0);
}
else
{
System.out.println("ERROR!!11!");
}
}
YERG. Please excuse the horrible horrible horrible utterly FUGLY formatting there. That's just...bad. Please, if you have any questions about the code, ask, and I'll try to make you feel as dumb as possible with my reply :)
Next on the list...Ah, A Romance Novel. I'm going to write one on here, and it's going to be the cheesiest thing in the history of forever. And it's going to be very dirty. Gonna be fun to write. Yeah. No idea when I'll be doing that.
Also...Ah yes. Pant Cake. We were talking about some sort of party, and a conversation arose about how people should go to a party where they don't know the people, eat a bunch of the cake, stuff some in their pants, and then loudly proclaim "I HAVE CAKE IN MY PANTS! DOES ANYBODY WANT ANY PANT CAKE?!' Ah. Beautiful.
Next on the list...Mime Time. That's what it says. I VAGUELY rmemeber this being mentioned, but yeah. Fucking mimes. Duncan wanted to make a game called Mime Sweeper, where you just shoot mimes. I think that'd be great. Damn mimes.
Next is...Litter. Ah yes. They had that stupid litterless lunch thing today. I made a point to litter more than I normally would have. Things need balance. It was stupid and pointless anyways. One day with SOME people having litterless lunches and getting out of class will not make any effect. Especially with spiteful people like me around littering extra! Take that, stupid pointless thing!
And last, a short rant. About loud music. I mean, I love music. I can understand wanting to listen to it loudly. I listen to my music pretty damn loudly. But there was one guy walking around earlier that had his music on so loud that I could make out the words from a distance away. Get some fucking earbuds or something, man. That's just being an ass. My headphones aren't very powerful, making it harder for me to do shit like that, but if everything's quiet, then you can hear my music. But this guy had his headphones on his head, not on his ears, just blasting shitty shitty rap music. Bastard.
Anyways, I'm fucking tired.
As a final note, I would like to say that I hope my blogger friend Miss Slow has a full recovery from her infected...ankle, is it? I forget. Anyways, if you read this, get well.
Until next time,
As a member of the triumvirate of caf table Gods, I have quite a few godly stories. Involving guns. And drugs. And hookers. The perfect combination.
~Kataron
