Now if you remember, a few posts back (this post I think it was) I said how I was googlebombing some pedophile's website for something to do. Not only was I doing some googlebombing, nukem has been doing the same towards animal sodomy. Read this post for more about it.



I had not noticed until the other day when I was viewing my stats and I found that she generates ~100 hits for me totally. If you were going to googlebomb someone else's site, wouldn't you go for something more sinister than just "bitch"? The pedophile must not know that I do indeed bitch on my site, so there is more relevancy than being an insult to my site. Now, I don't really care what gets people to my site, hey, a hit is a hit.
I have also found out that pedophile has an alternative website. One I would like to call a child molester. This website has also attempted to googlebomb my website with "ISuckDick". A pity that no one would really search for these terms, again, such a poor attempt at a googlebomb.

pedophile.

Update: The child molester has suddenly gone offline!

People so suck.

Doom 3 is now in the presence of myself! BEHOLD THOSE WHO FEAR ME. That makes absolutely no sense at all. I have been meaning to buy it since I found out it was on special at Kmart for $87AUD, and since now that I have a job (hehe, at Kmart) I can buy it when I want! What makes things even more easier for me to get money is that I have a "credit" card now, although I don't think it's an actual credit card, but more of... a card-that-lets-me-get-to-my-money kind of card. But you know, whatever, it's still a way for me to access my money. Hooray!

I spent some time with Taryn before I left Casuarina (she is leaving forever tonight, off to Coffs Harbour), and when I got home I rummaged through the already open box (it was more like the little sticky thing for the top was already ripped off), though not thinking otherwise that it was open already. I went to install it on my machine and only found a disc with the three original games (oh so fun) and a preview. I had to sit there a think whether or not I dropped the cd (don't ask me how I would drop a three cd jewel case out of the box, then out of the plastic bag to the floor without me knowing). I was kind of getting worried about whether or not that was it. So I went back to Kmart, with like 10 minutes until the store closed (I am such a nerd) just to get the game. Well, I found out that not only was the case with all three cds missing, but the little figurine that came with the game was missing. My god there must be some desperate gamers working in Kmart. I pity the fools.

For some reason, it feels like the end of year 11. I have absolutely no idea why, but it feels as though no work should be done at all. Seeing as there is only 3 weeks until another "holiday" (I think this holiday only lasts for a week, scungy bitches.) But I have this odd feeling that I should be doing nothing but sleep and spend time playing Doom 3.

So why does it always have to be damn tough. No surprises.

You know how you talk about people behind/infront of their back (hehe, infront of their back) and they some how find out what the hell you had said (be it from "friends" or leaving what you said up on your screen whilst you are away), things always turn out terrible bad for anyone. I found this out after I had posted this blog as I had it up when I was working on my new layout. Now not only do I get careless about what I leave showing on my computer when I leave (be it porn, porn folders, or just stupid shit, like a blog), I end up leaving like it is for a few days thinking, oh yeah, no one will come by and read it seeing as though it is in my room, on my computer. Silly me.

Got my semester (or is it the term report?) today, averaged B on all of my subjects 'cept for math and chemistry, but only in chemistry because Dicko is a fat whore bag and hates me (oh and that we haven't done any summative work, hehe). And math because I am lazy when we don't have our usual teacher, but I did get a 70% for some DI that I did the same day it was due in. So rah to that. But right now, I miss Katerina.

Weeeeeee

Weee. Went to Taryn's going away party on saturday, though, I felt like I was going to die on saturday morning though. Fucked if I knew why, but it felt as if my head was going to tear off my neck (yes, tear off by itself) and then start to chew me up. I still feel like it will now, but it isn't as... chewy... hehe. I'll talk about the party first, and then my problem later (lol emo). Anyway, I knew the start was going to be Taryn, Reneé, Lala and Nat smoking weed and drinking before most of the people "got" there. Well, it did end up being the case, though I think there was an alternative motive to get me stoned (didn't work though, I win). Right now you are thinking I went there to either get pissed of stoned. Ha! You are so wrong. It's not that I won't get pissed at all, it's just that I'm waiting until I'm 18 to get really smashed, much more fun that way (at least, I think so). And yeah, I just won't take drugs.

In every party scenario I have seen, there is always someone that gets too smashed for their own good and passes out (or vomits). Now normally this is Nat as he gets completely smashed before 7pm, this time it was Chloe (she looks and acts like a man) who was passed out beside Reneé's pool. Now as she started to stumble from inside to where Nat and I were sitting, I was lol'ing really hard by then, and then Chloe trying to walk straight had me going for another few minutes. After I had finished lol'ing, I realised that she didn't look too well, so I sat there and watched just waiting for her for vomit all over herself (she was positioned in such a way that she would vomit and then it would go everywhere but the ground). I've never realised how much fun parties are when you are sitting there laughing at all the drunk ones. Definitely something to do.

I can always tell when people are either, pissed off at me, or just hate me indefinitely as people begin to slowly not talk to you as much as they did. If it's not the talking that would give it away, it would be the sheer neglecting of you (wee, I have jumping perspectives millions of times in those sentences). I can see this at school, as Taryn is leaving, there aren't going to be many people at school that like me. It could be that they don't know me as well as the people I hang around with do (actually, I can see what I said previously in some of my current friends now), or they think I'm a complete ignorant, sadistic, arrogant (only sometimes, and when I'm right), and sarcastic bitch they have ever met. I don't really care if half the school think's I'm a racist fuck, but when my friends (yes, I'm pointing out Terry and his gay girlfriend, Kate) start to think most of this. It hurts. Weee! I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve for the second time in the whole of my life. It may be like this for a while, 'cos Taryn is leaving.

Hooray! I've changed the layout yet again. I like this one more than I do the other one. Stand by for another layout change in the next few months.

Oh yes, tell me if things are broken (email or on the forums). I won't know whether things are broken or not.

I was actually doing some homework today. For those who don't know, I don't do homework. The only homework I do is when major assignments are due in the next day, and normally these assignments are really hefty in their marks towards my final mark. A load of pish tosh I think. You'd think, since I do most of my assignments I'd get some really shitty mark. A-ha! You are so wrong. Anyway. My laziness must have hit an all time high today (could it really be a low?), as my mum nearly ripped my face off because I was just sitting around doing nothing. This is what my weekend normalls consists of (because I don't do any homework! The irony!), just me sitting around doing nothing most of the time.

Some "new" (it was a premiere on cable) Jet Li movie was on tonight. Cradle 2 The Grave I think it was. Don't ask me why they choose to be ebonic-ey about the movie title and have the number two instead of too. It is getting rather common with new movies now. Well, not most movies, but movies with black people being half the main character. I swear those people are taking over the movie industry. No, not black people, but people that insist of having replacement for words. It seems the MSN way of talking has begun to infest on those who once spoke correct english. I think I will create and join: The Grammer Nazis!

Right about now, I'm sitting here ripping some CD's to MP3 (oh wait, I'm backing them up...) and I've just found out that my lovely sub has a really, really bright light. I was testing it today again, hehe. Instead of just blasting music loud, I was trying some of the sub songs that I have. Seeing as though I can't use my amp (piece of shit), I just plugged it straight into the computer. Anyway, there must be a lot of different frequencies on some of the songs I was playing, as one moment, it would be really "soft" bass, then it would be ear peircing stuff. Really good. Anyway, when I had it going, I could hear some kind of rattling, so I was searching around my room trying to find out what the fuck was rattling. I found out that my louvers were rattling as the bass was bassing.

Well, for those who care, I'm going against my better judgement of buying an amp with more output, and go with the Sony (which I said in this post). Unless someone has something to say about it. (Really it's a command to register on my forums and make threads).

Well, this week wasn't the most enjoyable I've had for a while. I'm not sure what is the matter (well, I kind of do, though it is rather silly). Oh well. I lied to you at the end of my last post though, hehe, I did say I was going to have a whine about girls. I can't be bothered now. Right now I'm listening to some Nick Skitz (yay for listening to techno and writing a blog), and I'm just thinking about stuffs. Yes! Stuffs!. Well, I'm really thinking about how good it will be when I get my sub going in my room. I find I'll only need my headphones (my lovely big ones) when it becomes the morning.

I think the main reason why I feel like a piece of excretement, is that on wednesday I had my test for my P's. And I failed. I can see you know through the monitor laughing at my driving (that's what I did when I found out someone else I knew failed), but now I feel how fucking shit it feels. It feels as though I've been stabbed through the heart with a pen (brings back memories when I found out Katerina was leaving, ;_:). But my god, when he said that he had to give me back my license, I had the sudden urge to poke him in the eye. That wasn't the only good part in my day, when the person said that, I could see the sheer disappointment in my driving instructors face. I think that kind of made my day seeing him almost go white.

Before my driving test, I went to Harvey Norman to see if my shitty amp would work with the sub that I bought (the guy at strathfield was a stupid incoherent piece of shit). Anyway, I find out that this amp doesn't have a certain decoder, a decoder that would be able to decode sterero input into 5.1 channels (5 speakers and a sub) and that any way I was going to be able to use my sub and amp in the same loop would be to have a DVD player connected up to it with this decoder. Worst. Audio. Moment. Ever. So yeah, I find out I now need a new amp to use my sub, or go and buy a cheaper crappier sub with some decoder in it. Hm... No. (Start a discussion at the forums about a new amp for me!)

I noticed that no one seems to comment on fairly long posts (much like the one before), so I'm going to try and keep them long enough to have some kind of interesting things in there, but not long enough for people to get bored of. END!

Dancer for money! I've been listening to less and less music lately, only because I really have no time to do anything anymore. The things I do just for a "social" life. Social lives are really overrated if you must know. Doing different things in one day and then not have enough time to sit down and eat some ice cream. The only real reason why I've been a little spaced out is because I've had work during the week, and because days are only 24 hours long, there isn't enough "real" time to do anything because school takes up 3/4 of the day. When I do have time (be it no work or school) I'll find out that I have some giant assignment (Bermuda; Bahama; Come on pretty mumma!) The assignments normally aren't massive yet considering there has been only a few weeks of school. Like now, instead of writing this blog entry, I could be doing my english, or even my legal studies essay (yeah, I piss on that idea). But not, I decided that those of the internet (the wonderful that it is) should know about most of the things I've doing lately. The things I do just to keep up my "reputation on the internet".

Speaking of my reputation on the internet! I'll let you in on a few things: 1) Googlebombs (I've discussed these in earlier posts) are links on sites which google crawls. Searches on google for name that the link was called from (like this: Gentle Midget Cartwheels). 2) A few internet buddies and myself were googlebombing a couple of sites (Read some of his earlier posts). Words we used were: pedophile and animal sodomy. I have no recollection of why it's happening, but it's drama on the internet. It's rather funny seeing the owners of the site get pissed off that google search for "pedophile" would return her site. If I were her, I wouldn't really care that a bunch of interneters are googlebombing my site, I mean, I must have done something right/wrong to someone to get some kind of coverage. I mean, look at all the new people visiting my site! They may be people that kind of... you know, rape children, but they are still people.
I was informed of a post on the googlebombee's site about "MT Hackers" (I don't have a link handy), where she flatly accused myself (well not outright, but she mention pedophile in her post, and I'm googlebombing her site with that :-) of "hacking" into her blog and posting stupid shit and deleting other stuff. First, if I were to bother hacking into her blog, would I really go about letting it known that it has been hacked? Wouldn't you just lay low with some passwords and wait for some opportunities to do "secret" stuff behind her back? No she thinks! I'm one of those "16 year old script kiddies that sit around the internet waiting for some hopeless site to popup and I would go about terrorizing it". Why bother?. For one, website defacing is simple and is stupid. What has been accomplished? Hooray, you've managed to either find a default password, or a guest account with admin access. I think I'd do something more sinister and destructive to the webhost and not what is hosted which is normally easily has a backup somewhere and can be fixed in a matter of minutes.
What I think is more funny, is that in a comment to that same post (I said something provocative towards her and it hit in the right spot) she threatened me with action towards ringing of my parents (haha at that, my parents know shit about what I own/do on the internet. That is the whole point of the internet). If you hadn't noticed, I'm apathetic and sadistic, so go ahead and ring my parents (the number is on the internet somewhere, everything is), what on earth shall they do! Parents: "Jarryd boy, remove those links now!", Me: "LOL no. " (yes, I would say "lol"), Parents: "Okay". End Of Story. Let the internet drama continue!

Back onto my life! (They're like it's better than yours). My first day of work (well, not work work, but work at Kmart) was rather interesting as I knew absolutely no one there. Anyway, I wasn't too sure what to wear there so I spent half the day at school asking Taryn, Terry, Daryl, and Nat about what I should wear. All in vain of course (they are useless), but I managed to get an old Kmart shirt of Taryn, so I wore that there. I thought it was funny because everyone (well, it was more like all the new people and Jason) asked where I got it from. Not overally exciting, I know, but who cares. Anyway, so I did nightfill (which is just sorting of boxes and placing them in the isle so people can process them and stack shelves) for around 4 hours and went home. The End! It wasn't really the highest point in my life (I have no high points, they have all been shit ones, I have many!), but it was still fun running around a shop whilst no one was there (no one being customers). I really hate the aircon in there though, they must put some kind of acid bacteria in the air conditioning because the day after, my throat began to hurt and I got a cold. Shame on working. I'm still not use to the air con though, my eyes still water randomly because of it. I managed to scrape a tear out (I was thinking of something else though )-:). Last night there was a whole bunch of new staff on (like me!) there was also suppose to be some induction thing that started at 4PM, but I kind of forgot about it until I got into the staff room and found the store manager talking (he is never in there) and I saw all new people in there. So I kind of sneaked in (as much as one can sneak into a room where they are looking towards the door) and sat down. I don't think I'm going to be paid for monday's shift though, as I didn't clock myself on (oops!).

I should really be posting this over two posts because I'm sure this is going to end up being one giant post. Yay! Anyway, I got my new desk yesterday. Hooray! I've been waiting for my dad to ring the guy who is making it and ask where it is. So now we have a 7 foot piece of desk sitting downstairs just waiting for me to attack it and bring it to my room and assemble. I probably won't even assemble it, it will probably be me helping to take up the top part and then my dad will just make it in my room while I watch. That isn't a complete waste of my time really, I mean, I will get time to think where I'm going to position everything that I have on two desks now (computers, parts, amplifier, other stuff).

I think the next post I do will be something about girls (doesn't that word sound childish? I mean, the opposite sex are probably old enough to be called "women", but it sounds weird++), and I know anything childish I say about anything is going to be used showing how indeed childish I am (I'm referring to those of the pedophile website). Oh yes, I'm also here to promote my forum (which some of you may know) that it has been open for a few months now and hasn't been used/posted to. (For those less than average people: Register and post on it (or give me a topic to start).

Work it harder, do it better, do it faster. Makes us stronger!