Screwing Up

I'm just going to say that I screwed up the templete of my blog right after I made my 50th post before fooling around with the new easy sign-up Adsense program. The right sidebar was all the way to the right of the screen. If you did not like it that way, do not fret. It's fixed. It only resolved in repicking the same templete and copying and pasting what I edited in the past. I think by removing the Adsense code from before, I deleted some CCS or some code screwing up the margins.

My third try at GTA:SA for the PC is 26% done and it's been running since about twelve. I expect it to be done by Tuesday with the computer being on that whole time. The chance of them happening is pretty slim. Last time I left Notepad on my computer with it saying, "Do not turn off the computer; downloading program," I was questioned a lot. My parents don't like me downloading things but oh well. Can't put parental controls up because I use Firefox. Can't delete Firefox because I'll just use Internet Explorer to download it again. The internet these days is all about downloading, blogs, RSS feeds, porn, music, celebrity news, ranting pages, and dancing hamsters. I don't know who came up with that dancing hamster pun but I give them cookies for that. By taking away downloading anything from me is like taking my life away. Everytime I hear a song on the radio or on the television, I have to boot up Limewire and download it. I need the song in my grasp. Like with the Broadway musicals Cats and Into the Woods, I had to download certain songs from that just because they fetched a tune to me. I'm picky about my music collection. Some songs I'll hate one day, and some I'll like another. I just found heart for ACDC.

Anyway, my parents don't like me downloading anything because they think it'll destroy the computer. Everytime something is ever wrong with the computer, they blame me. Why? Because I live my life on it. Everytime the computer ever broke in the past (and we went through about one or two computers), I was the one to blame. Once this virus was going around and we got it and my mother and father blamed me, only to find that my mother opened up an e-mail that contained the virus and we got it. They still thought I had something to do with it. Once I was making a page with HTML when I was learning the code about two months ago and my mother walked in and demanded to know what I was doing. When I showed her what all the text turned out to be, just a white background with some formated text and a picture, she stotmed out of the room saying it was stupid and yelling at me to get off of the computer saying I'm wasting my life doing nothing at all. Sure. I bet video game programmers waste their lives away, don't they?

Actually when I told my mother and grandmother that I wanted a job in the gaming industry, they yelled at me. Gaming is the future. Get over it. Generation gap anyone?

It's sad. The average teen of my age stays on the computer for more of their day. They go home, sit on the computer, and do their homework and study for a half-hour before they go to bed. Better yet, they use their advanced search engine skills to look up the answers for an essay, book report, etc. I can only stay on for so long. It was pathetic in the summer. I got yelled at for staying on longer than eleven. The average person stays on until three or two on a school night or if there's work in the morning.

Plus my mother thinks you can do things over the internet that doesn't cost anything. She wanted to know the other day if you could type in a phone number and get info about who's it is. I said it's mostly the other way around (you type in a name and get their phone number and other information such as a map to their house), but there's most likely a paid service that offers what she said. But she had to go and say no, there is a way. So we fought over it. She really ticks me off, thinking she knows more of the internet than I do. C'mon! She uses AOL as the basics of her life! She sits on AOL sending smilies to my sister-in-law or herself to see the animations of her Super Buddy. I get ticked off up to heaven when she does that. That's almost as bad as I was back in June, sitting on MySpace waiting for people to come on. Now I just go on MySpace to read discussions in groups that really aren't even worth my time. I go to forums, not the groups of MySpace. Now if I could get hooked up with a girl from my school on MySpace, I might stay on it more often.

I went all over the place this entry. Sheesh. They aren't lying when they say that you really could talk your heart out. I just have to get started and I cannot stop.

And because I made very little points throughout the rest of this post, I might as well do the following. The following being from one, the worst, to nine, the best, classes that I'm taking this year in 9th grade. Here you go:

1. Pre Chem
2. Speech
3. Advanced English
4. Home Ec.
   
5. American Civics
6. Gym
7. Spanish
8. Advanced Geometry
9. Music Ap.

There you go. Now have a good one.