if homework is work, then why dont people get paid to do it?

If the time comes and you need to choose between reality and your principles, choose the principle of reallity or the reality of your principles, because it a matter of regrets in the end...

i will quote with a poem that fits me perfectly: Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"... Damn kids. They're all alike. But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my world... Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... Damn underachiever. They're all alike. I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..." Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike. I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me... Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here... Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike. And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all... Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike... You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us will- ing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert. This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals. Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for. I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike. +++The Mentor+++

On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the escape key

scary, i see things others dont.

Well, it all begins with me asking if you believe in spirits or the supernatural? Well, do you? If you do, I have a small experience to share with you. It all begins with my bedroom... I have experienced countless times that, while I was in it, my bed would sort of vibrate or shake somewhat, it kind of freaked me out, but I soon began to get used to it. This was happening more often after my sister had moved to my grandmother's for about a year, and I had the room to myself. Well, one night I decided to sleep out in the living room with my mom, because we wanted to lay beside the fire place. I slept like a baby the whole night, but not my mom. She had gotten up a few times during the night, and was sitting watching tv. All of a sudden she heard a banging noise. She went to investigate...it was my bed. It was knocking off of my dresser. The next morning she told me about it and it totally freaked me out. I don't think I have slept in it the same, but you know, I think mabe my bed missed me. It was angry with me leaving, but who really knows......I don't.

more men go to hell than girls do

it might not be the romantic way of seeing things but since we are all physical thus all of our reality is physical including emotions temporament,intellect etc.-all having been illicited by physical factors such as hormones,genetics,blood pressure,electrical impulses.all these factors are influenced by the laws of physical science.since gravitational pull affects us physically thus emotionally and intellectually.thus the movement of the stars could have a emotional and intelectual impact on us!!astrology might have a foot based in truth!!!!

What if we had canned water? Like a pop can but with water in it. Wouldnt it taste like aluminum? I think it would be cuz it would be in a alluminum can....right..? ~*From The Mind of LISA*~

Great Moments happen when a Great Oppurtunity presents itself.