One Man's Trash is Another Man's Blog

Well, starting today, I’m officially A+ certified; that means that ours (Joe’s and mine) is the only computer repair business in town with any certification.  However, A+ doesn’t exactly entail bragging rights…
Each test costs $145.  I say each test because, in order to actually become certified, you need to pass two separate tests.  For $290, you get to take the worst written, most poorly regulated, most ambiguous test anyone could imagine.  If I’m going to pay them $290 to take their stupid tests, the LEAST liberty they could grant me is to run the damn thing through a spell-check first…unless the Opreating System is a new term that I’m not familiar with…
I hesitate to write this, as someone from the exam might come across this and feel that it is a breach in the contract I signed; that is, not to disclose any information about the test.  However, I don’t think that telling people that the words “Opreating[sic]” and “System” occur in the Operating Systems Test could be considered a breach of that contract.
But…in the unlikely event that someone from CompTIA does come across this, I would like you to keep in mind that I have nothing against you personally, everything I write is satire, I didn’t mean it I’m sorry here’s the deed to my soul etc. etc.

Hmm..I feel that I’m entitled to at least one mindless teenage rant every once in a great while…

Today, my parents drove Valerie and me (along with my brother and his friend Jacob) down to Appleton to meet with my grandparents; we all screwed around at the new all-you-can-eat restaurant, then walked down to Petsmart to visit the fishies.  After that, the four of us (Ryan, Jacob, Valerie and I) went to the movies while my parents walked around the mall.  There was time before the movie, so Valerie and I played air hockey, DDR, some other crazy japanese game…
Then we all went to watch the movie: Hitch, with Will Smith.  It was pretty good, although watching it with Valerie made it much better; especially the ending.
After that, we went back into Funset Bvd., played some more DDR, raced a few times, played a very stupid guitar game, and sipped from the same cup of Root Beer (I know, romantic, right?).

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Typical teenage rants go as follows:

1. I hate my parents.
2. I hate my life.
3. I hate everything.
4. I love my girlfriend/boyfriend.
5. Either I had a wonderful day due entirely to my boyfriend/girlfriend; I had a horrible day due to my hormones and general ineptitude, although I’ll blame it on everyone other than myself; or I had a mediocre day due to my excessive apathy, although I’ll once again put the blame on everyone else.

Although I’m not going to say that I hate my parents, because I don’t, nor will I say that I hate my life, because I’ve never been dramatic (hormonal) enough to believe that I do, I will say this:
Despite the fact that I’ve condemned more than one teenager on more than one occasion for saying this kind of thing at such a young and impressionable age, I truly believe that I’ve fallen in love with Valerie.

I doubt there is any more pleasant a note I can end this entry on.