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A Day in the Life of a Teenage Programmer
Friday, January 07, 2005
 
Um... Happy New Year?
Alrighty.... It's a new year. Will it be happy? I don't know. But I'll put money on it being better than last year.

Actually, New Year's was a drag. There wasn't even any celebrating like there usually is—my mom had a procedure done on her knee and my dad had to work the next day, so they both were sleeping before midnight. I just watched NBC all night and I think my sister watched ABC. I don't know. It doesn't really matter all that much.

And then, of course, this week was pretty bad. Monday started the week off with what is now kind of funny: the evil social studies teacher known as Mrs. Quinn (somehow formerly known as Ms. Palacio) gave me and four others detention for packing up too early, even though we had basically finished whatever it was that she told us to do. Had she actually gone through with it, that would have been my first detention ever. (Those of you with your jaws on the floor don't know me well enough.) Instead, she revoked it the next day, citing the fact that "she couldn't stay after today". I seriously hate that lady. She's evil, no doubt about it.

For the majority of this week, we've had homework in every class. Because of that, and everything else that I do, I stayed up till probably 5 AM each of those days. That's less than two hours of sleep each night, but then there was about three hours of nap time the following afternoon. Last night I fell asleep watching TV, woke up at 3 AM with no homework done, and just went upstairs and got ready for bed. Luckily, I didn't have much at all, so I just did it in lunch really quick. This weekend is gonna be annoying, though.

Now that I've basically summed up the week, I get today. I don't know if ironic is the right word, but today my grandparents came up to New York from the same part of Florida that Alexa is going back to. I wouldn't surprised if they both used the same plane. So that'll be over a week of alternative methods of doing pretty much everything—my parents are sleeping down here in the basement for this period of time, which means that I can't stay up on the computer and/or doing my homework for as long as I usually do. That's gonna be bad. Really bad. Not fun. It means I can't pull all-nighters coding (Josh, be quiet... I'll get to it eventually) or watching TV then doing my homework. And the days will be different, too, with my grandparents here for pretty much the whole time. Don't expect a progress report until after they leave, though. I'm sure you weren't anyway.

I hope now that people aren't crying. I've updated. Heh. Only one last thing to find out.

Time Now: 10:40 PM

Comments:
TAKE THOSE LINKS OF YOUR JOURNAL YOU EFFING ASS THATS EFFED UP
 
Gotta love the anonymous poster.

(That's a no, in case you couldn't tell.)
 
YOU BASTARD I CURSE YOU
 
Yay! I've been cursed by an anonymous user! Go me!
 
not too hard to figure out who that is
 
I'm not really worried who that is.
 
Suck a big wet hairy African cock you lard-ass! You know you love the yellow cock of Jimmy Zheng, and yes that's right, Zheng, yeah I said it. Cum guzzling hallway shaking dinosaur. Go program a website on ANAL PENETRATION you pansy.
 
Hey I've heard that ejaculate has negative calories, you should check that out Slugger. ;)
 
"the evil social studies teacher known as Mrs. Quinn (somehow formerly known as Ms. Palacio) gave me and four others detention for packing up too early, even though we had basically finished whatever it was that she told us to do. Had she actually gone"WTF, She wasn't somehow known as Ms. Palacio, she WAS Ms. Palacio. Maybe she just gave you detention because you're a fat shit and you love your four other male sex partners. And also it doesn't matter if you get homework every night during the week because it's not like you have friends anyway.

xoxo
 
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