If you're an idiot, resist the urge to send I.M.'s
(Taken from an actual conversation, the bitch's name has been changed.)

Random idiot: whos this

BillyRVbob: That is a very rude way to start a conversation. It is only proper to first introduce yourself, and then inquire about my identity.

Random idiot: ok may i ask who this is

BillyRVbob: First, introduce yourself. If I deem you worthy, I will tell you.

Random idiot: no i asked you first

BillyRVbob: That is irrelevant, as you are at my mercy. You are the one wanting to gain something from this, so you must do as I please.

Random idiot: i know who you are

BillyRVbob: Then why, dear lady, would you ask who I am?

Random idiot: because i asked someone

BillyRVbob: Because you asked someone why you inquired about my identity?

Random idiot: becuase i felt like it..............do you know mrs.slob

BillyRVbob: You use far too many periods.............. Yes, I do know Mrs. Slob.

Random idiot: shush were you in her class

BillyRVbob: Yes, I was at one point in time, in her class.

Random idiot: do you like her

Random idiot: do you know brittany slob

Random idiot: ?

BillyRVbob: That's a broad question, and it lacks proper punctuation. Perhaps if you describe what manner of "liking" and punctuate, I will answer.

BillyRVbob: I don't really know her.

Random idiot: your wierd

BillyRVbob: (You're)

BillyRVbob: And thank you.

Random idiot: your poto grande

BillyRVbob: Du bist nicht klug.

Random idiot: what does that mean

BillyRVbob: Ich kenne nicht.

Random idiot: what does it mean

BillyRVbob: Never you mind. I don't believe I got your name.

Random idiot: so

Random idiot: :-D

BillyRVbob: Nice to meet you, So. Do you attend RV?

Random idiot: cant tell

Random idiot: :-D

BillyRVbob: You have a pretty smile, I like you.

Random idiot: ewwwwwwwwwwwww

BillyRVbob: Thanks!

Random idiot: you no what i like about you ....nothing

Random idiot: O:-)

BillyRVbob: I really don't "no" what you like about me.

Random idiot: you know something you very stupid

BillyRVbob: I enjoy your stereotypical Asian accent.

Random idiot: what

BillyRVbob: What indeed.

Random idiot: what does stereotypical asian accent mean

BillyRVbob: Think about what you said prior to my statement, I'll wait. If it takes over 20 minutes though, and I'm sure it will, send me a letter telling me that you understand.

Random idiot: gtg bye

BillyRVbob: Goodbye.

Ehh, once again I am having girl troubles. It seems like any form of relationship happiness was not meant to be had by me. As if some cruel entity is watching over me, preventing it. Why can't I be one of those people that is just as happy as can be, and has someone special to share it with? Hell, they're probably happy because they have someone to share anything with. I don't think I'm afraid of commitment, I just don't like pointless things. Even if it's just to make someone feel better. Although, maybe the undoes the pointlessness of it. Perhaps I should just not try on the whole "girlfriend" thing until I have completed Highschool. I think it's rediculous of me to think that I could find a person whom I like in such a manner, in Marion. Not to bring Marion down or anything, but I think the odds are against me. Perhaps I need to really sit down and think about what I want out of a person, and out of a relationship. That way, when I do see what I want, I'll know it. But I don't think I have time to sit down and think, I have far too much homework and work to do. I still don't really know what I want to do with my life. I want to make money, and be happy, is that so darn difficult? (Sigh) Well, I'm looking at new shocks for my Jeep, it'll give me a chance to get my hands dirty and a chance to improve my Jeep. As always, your comments are welcome. And thank you for reading.

Alright kiddies, D.C. was fun, and I'm back. Unfortunately, I only got pictures of things we did on Thursday as the camera battery died, and of course, I didn't have the charger for it. But I did get a couple good ones which I will share with you. Most of the pictures, well some of them, were taken from inside the top of the Washington Monument, and excellent view. This first picture is of the Capital.



This next one is one of the Lincoln Memorial



And next is the Cathedral



Followed by the WW2 Memorial


Now the nasty Subway picture, although the trains themselves were clean



And last for now, me representing Ohio, in a gay picture



That's it for now, thanks for reading!

So, I leave for Washington, D.C. tonight. It'll be a cool time. I get to discusss political affairs and policies with my peers. I shall have a full blog, including pictures of the trip, upon my return. Also new in the land of Bob, a lady friend. If you care to know more, IM me. Or maybe, just maybe, leave a comment, asking a question.

Happy Valentine's Day! I love you very much!

Hmm, what to write about? I've got it! Hold on a jiffy while I whip it out. Alright, ready? Why is it that people involved in music-related activities always make-fun-of and put down people in sports? This is an increasing problem that is quite honestly bugging the hell out of me. I am looking for an honest answer, from some idiot that actually does this. Or possibilities from anyone. Perhaps they think that all "preps", "poppies", or "richers" always make fun of them? I have never heard an un-kind word about a music-related person in my Junior year. Not a single damn one. That excuse is therefor, invalid. Another possibility being, music people do more than sports people. Hmm, hard to say. Well no, it isn't. Just about the same time is spent in both. Let's see, what else is there. That sports people are more well-liked. Yes, by the people they hang out with. If their friends' opinions mean that much to you, then start playing sports. I forget the rest of what I was going to say. And, I refuse to post a new post until this one has recieved 5 comments.

Hey bloggers, what's kicking? Hopefully not the woman I left in your trunk. It was a bleh start to the week, as most Monday's are. Introduction to business wasn't useful at all, I learned a little something in Pre-Calculus, and English was iffy. We were issued our first textbook for English, a somewhat large, decrepit one. We're reading a story about Tom and the devil, the name escapes me as of now. Anyways, this is a story that I have read before, like maybe 3 years ago. I don't remember liking it though, and I probably won't like it this time. Nothing interesting going on in any aspect of my life, so to you my readers, I apologize. Maybe next time. . . . Leave a comment bitch!

Well, I'm pissed off. And yeah, with good reason. I got my paycheck today, wanna know how much I got? Come on, guess! Well? If you guessed $0, then you're correct. Apareantly, I pay for the gas that I use to drive to school. I have no problem paying for gas if it's for joyriding, but for going to school? That's fucking bullshit, and my dad is an asshole. I also owe a little over $1,500 on my computer. A christmas present. I'm paying on a Christmas present. What's worse? I never even get to see this money. It's never even given to me. For more than 30 hours of work, I get a slip of paper. That says what is deducted for city tax, what is taken out to pay towards college (not of my own choice), and what is taken out for my computer. A pretty fucked-up day. Oh, and I have a cunt-load of homework to do. A whole hell of a lot of it. I'm unhappy. I need to be sedated. Things aren't working out, like nothing is. I sometimes wish that I was a dog or cat. Then I wouldn't really have to do anything. No obligations, no chores, no job, nothing at all. The only thing that I would have to do, would be to eat, sleep, and run around in circles chasing my cute fluffy tail. I'm going to start saving my lunch money, and banking it. My way of getting back at the man. I'm also considering prostitution. It's an easy way to get cash, but I'd only get old guys and hunch-backed women for customers. As long as they pay well, I guess I could do it. If anyone has any money, thoughts, or concerns in general, leave a comment.