...lazy ass fucking MySpace ‘hackers’

This weeks Friday fuck you deal directly with MySpace. And I'm sure every one will agree with me on this on. So recently I have notice a lot more of peoples pages getting hacked into, or fished into; where they obtain your password and then overlap there own HTML onto your profile. Now this really fucking pisses me off. So there is some one out there fishing for peoples passwords and when they get it (they is really just a computer program used to find passwords, that's why they never change it on you) they post comments and pictures or bulletins masking themselves as you, a real person. And what gets me more about this than anything is the reason they are doing this… to spread the word about their business! It's not for your identity, your bank information, or even to pretend to be you because you're prettier than they are! No it's just to spread the word of their website! Now that really makes me want to go and support your website because you sent a computer program after me and obtained my profile password, just so you don't have to spend money on real advertisements!! Here's a hint for you... No one wants a $500 gift card to Macy's especially when it says that "Bob" just took a picture of the card for proof and now all of a sudden "Bob" has a nice French manicure!! WTF Bob why didn't you tell me you were a cross dresser, and that you loved Macy's so much! We know it's not own friends. My friends don't want me to re-mortgage my house; they know I don't own a house! So to all you lazy ass fucking MySpace 'hackers' get a real job and quit fucking around with our shit! To that we all give you a big FUCK YOU!

...life draining, dignity and soul stealing class

Well seeing how it is Friday and I am at my computer I will begin to write and maybe just maybe something will come into my head that will piss me off. Let me start off with some details about what is going on with me right now. First of all it's snowing up here... has been for the last two days, I like that so that's not what this will be about. School sucks but that's no surprise, and this next Wednesday is thanks giving break but unfortunately I have class (BRV) on Tuesday afternoon so I have to stick around till then... this could be about that class... yah I think I will do that. Well for those that don't know what the class is ill tell you a bit about it; so basically this class is an oral history class, we have to go to people in the area and interview them, its not that hard really the interview could be about anything and with any one. But its sucks, no one wants to be in this class for fun. The only reason any one is taking it is for the high level humanities credit with writing, no one wants to be doing this. And we had to buy this huge book that is filled with I guess stuff on oral history I don't know I don't read it. And the ones that I have read are awful stories that don't grab my attention at all, so I don't bother reading them. No one in the class reads them you can tell, a few people do and out of a class of 8 that's not really high numbers. So on Friday mornings we have this class and I am always late because I cook breakfast on Friday mornings so I usually get there 5-10 minutes late and every one knows why, but i still get dirty looks from one of the teachers every time, and the other is just a nut case most of the time laughing uncontrollably at not so funny things while every one else remains emotionless wondering why they are laughing. And today we got a talk about why we should do the readings because it's a class and blah blah blah but they are so dull and I don't blame people for not reading them, sure they are relevant but I think there could be better books to read other than these. Any ways the class just drives me nuts cause I'm only stomaching this for the credits not for the experiences or to be closer to my community, like I said last class "I like the bubble" referring to Sterling College. I don't feel that I need to reach out and be an active part of this community when I'm only gunna be here for this short time. So boohoo no one likes your fucking class deal with it or make it better, so this Friday fuck you goes out to BRV, the class not the people or the teachers but the class as whole. It sucks half the class hates their partners or at least you can tell they don't really want to work together and no one really wanted to do the interviews, so to you life draining, dignity and soul stealing class FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU.

...electronic little bugs from cyber space

Attention all! This is a very important Friday Fuck You because it has taken a while for me to find a worth while thing to post about, because normally my time at sterling is enjoyable; but boy is this one a doozie.

So this all started this past Thursday when I woke up and went on my computer to check me emails like I do every morning, and saw that I had an update for the new AIM that was out so I click on it and head to breakfast. Upon returning from breakfast I just head right out for class. After I had my class I come back to my computer to find it flooded with pop ups and notifications about viruses and warning of all types. Freaked out I start X'in them all out so I can see what the hell is the matter. Well some how between breakfast and class a virus... excuse me multiple viruses got into my computer and clogged up the whole thing. So now I go around searching for what it is so I can get rid of it, no luck it just keep getting more frustrating and I am beginning to lose it. After about 20 or 30 minutes of holding it in I slam my fist on the desk while screaming obscenities at the computer at the top of my lungs. So I grab my car keys and head out driving to who knows where, well I end up driving for about an hour going all over Vermont, wanting to speed more than I was but the fucking dirt roads I was on was slowing me down. By the end of the drive I was much more calm and just turned off my computer where it has remained in that state till now when I just turned it back on. But what is still happening is I have a new toolbar on my internet which I can't get rid of, still have the random pop ups telling me to down load this soft ware to fix the problem… well I'm not that dumb I'm not going to fucking click on a website that pops up after I get a virus that's is how you make things work. Every thing is incredibly slow and I still am getting pop up and notifications saying I have a problem. So now I got to go and get my computer cleaned out this weekend when I go home. So to all the fucking electronic little bugs from cyber space living inside my fucking computer slowing it down and causing me to go insane FUCK YOU!

...Asian plague of disastrous proportions

First off I apologize for missing a few weeks but when I am up here at school not much pisses me off; well at least not enough for me to write about it.
But for the past week or so I have been strangely ill with what we Sterling folk have dubbed the "plague" for its incredibly contagious habits and numerous symptoms. The plague started in Japan and made its way back here the good ole USA from our returning school mates. So now every one here is exhibiting different symptoms, I have been fortunate enough to obtain this plague, which first started off as a runny / blocked nose and then moved on to leaving me freezing cold in the middle of the day when it was not out plus a fever. Along with that comes violent stomach pains which makes you feel as though you either need to vomit or shit your brains out as well as loss of appetite. So this has been my welcome back here for the past week. So to this Asian plague of disastrous proportions I give a HUGE FUCK YOU!

...highly decorated, incredibly vibrant license plate

Well today while Angela and I were in Petsmart we had made our purchases and left the store. During our exit I notice this…



What the fuck is this! I can't stand this you get a new sticker you put it over the old one or peel the old one off and then put it in the corner that clearly says "year". Now why would you want to have all of these freaking stickers all over your plate! So you can show off to the people driving behind you how many years you have had this plate?! This guy has stickers on there from 1995; that is over 10 years ago!! And as you can tell by the picture I think this guy final realized that maybe he should put stickers over other sticks instead of going around the entire plate. So I bet that there was once sticker from '91 and '93 under the '07 and '09 ones. This plate was so freaking colorful that I thought I was having an acid trip or something, I would not be surprised if small children walked by this car and just fell down and started convulsing! And since we are on this why not go deeper… 5 numbers?! What are you're from fucking Florida? Are you to special for a sequence of 6 number and letters like every one else in Mass? Just for having this on your car makes me want to rear end your car! Over all this highly decorated, incredibly vibrant license plate defiantly deserves a big FUCK YOU! from me.

annoying child spawn of a pessimist

Ok so yesterday (Thursday) Matt, Steph, Kory, Angie and myself all went over to P-town for the day. so while in P-town we hit up all the good shops full of crazy things, fun toys, clothing and such. So we come upon a fun store full of puzzle like toys and games. So many fun things to play with, so I'm looking around for a rubix cube because I've always wanted one to prove that I'm smart and stuff. Unfortunately they were out of them but I did find a rubix sphere! Which is very similar but ball shaped. So I'm having fun playing with it in the store and decide to buy it. Bring it to the register and apparently Kory Said that the cashier guy was scoping me out, but I didn't notice. So once I'm out side the store I open it up and it is completed so that you know what it is supposed to look like when its finished, I shift it around a few times and pass it to every one else to shift it. I get it back and start trying to solve it. We move on down to the pier and we are sitting there and matt is playing with his Diabolo thingy that he bought and I am messing around with this ball from hell, after matt hits me in the head with the Diablo thing this kid on a bike comes up and asked matt if he knows what he is doing... Here's the conversation…

Kid – Do you know how to do that?
Matt – Nope
Kid – Then why did you buy it?
Matt – to try something fun
Kid – It doesn't look fun
*Kid leaves*

*Kid returns* now focused on me
*Me trying to solve the ball*
Kid – You're never going to get that
Josh – Oh Ill get it
Kid – No you won't
Josh – Don't worry I'm good at these things ill get it
*Kid leaves*
*Josh pretends to throw ball at kid*

How freaking annoying is that! That kid completely jinxed me on that ball! Now every time I pick it up I think of him, this little freaking helmet wearing; bike riding; annoying child spawn of a pessimist! So kid if you are reading this FUCK YOU!!!! Next time is see you I'm gunna push you off your little bike and off the pier at the same time, while holding a ladder just above your reach saying "you're never going to get it" while you are splashing around in the water. FUCK YOU!

evil symphonizing crickets from hell

It has been a long while since I last posted but when my job is as repetitive as most things can be, things don't seem to bother you as much as it would if it didn't happen all the time. But that's a different story...
This weeks Friday Fuck You goes out to the reason that I have trouble sleeping at night, Crickets. Yes crickets, those little tiny freaking bugs that love to make noise. Now I love the sounds of crickets when I am camping out in the woods away from every thing and anything. but the crickets I am talking about live in my room, now keep in mind that I live in the basement so I don't find it that strange that they are there. So anyways the sound of crickets is usually a soothing sound that reminds people of the great out doors. But alas not me, you see these crickets are in my room as I have stated. And when they are in my room they then become loud as hell! These little evil bastards with their tiny violins from hell do not stop with their continual music. I stomped out 4 of them last night and still they are there in numbers probably more than I can imagine. When they are playing this symphony of violent decibels they are playing it within the furnace, which only makes it louder! So to all you little evil symphonizing crickets from hell FUCK YOU! And your little violins of fire.

Here's a video to explain it what i mean....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn1FpHjZ5KQ