... in the cyberworld. Some people can call me a hacker, others can just call me smart. I don't prefer being called a hacker due to the fact (of which I stated earlier) that people, especially business people, make it sound like a hacker is someone who destroys precious information in which they have spent so much of their valuable time retrieving. I feel that is just a bunch of (excuse my vulgarity) crap. I feel people should have the right to know what they want to know without being accused of breaking and entering, and trespassing in someone else's computer. I think people are just getting defensive when I seem to know more than I should know. Like, a teache ...

... and the crew and I left Australia disappointed and empty-handed. At the airport in New York, I was greeted by Mr. Shrinton and a few of the other zoo investors. They quickly hurried me into a stretched limousine, and then my life changed forever. The investors asked me quite plainly if I would be willing to create their zoo for them. At first I was unclear of the meaning, but quick clarification had me realizing the enormous biological disasters such a project would generate. They wanted me to chemically produce hybrid's of different animal species. My first thought was that such a thing was impossible, but they showed me research and experiments done b ...

... to rendezvous with his ex-girlfriend Nicole. When we arrived in State College we met up with Nicole and a couple of her friends. We proceeded to go to her friends dorm and began playing drinking games prior to t he evening of partying. Needless to say after a couple hours of drinking games we were all a little tipsy, so we then sauntered on over to a Fraternity party, where we continued working on our inebriation. After a long night of partying and fraternizing with hundreds of drunk college kids much like ourselves, we headed back to the dorm in which the whole evening started. And just as any after-school special goes, there was one kid who had just a little t ...

... road, broadcasting a message for nearly a mile of the nearing prey. The sound alerting all the nearby predators to keep a good watch, to be ready, for the prize will soon be in their grasp. The fog, like a blanket spreading it self out on the land, concealed all stars, the only light was from a lantern suspended above the stage driver. The passengers nervous, expecting to hear shots fired. The jumped at every bump in the road that the wheels struck. Clutching their baggage close, they prayed that the night would pass quickly. The Highwayman, alerted to the approaching stage, was hidden by the road, and concealed by the fog, he was not yet able to discern the ...

... I pull off my pajamas. Next I put on my socks, the left one first then the right. Following my socks I put my jeans on, both legs at once. I then put on my shoes, right then left. I put on my shirt which is always 100% cotton. Now that I'm dressed it is time to fix my hair. I pull my hair up using three clips, a big one and two small ones, all made by Goody. The big clip holds the majority of my hair, while the two smaller ones hold down my fly away wings. I do not use hair spray. Once I have finished my hair, I can do my makeup. My makeup is the last step in getting ready. I use and apply it in this order; Lancome black eye liner, Estee Lau ...

... sleep, see you there.” I don't know what drew me to the course but I can remember my parents telling me they felt I should go to summer school. I was opposed to the concept of summer school right up to the moment I was issued the dictum “go to school or get a job”, at which point I became the world's greatest advocate of off-season learning. Besides, I was only fifteen and the workplace just wasn't ready for me. So I thumbed through the course book, singing a chorus of no's until I arrived on the Debate and Public Speaking page. There resided a large photograph of a boy confidently standing behind an ornate podium, clearly frozen in the middle of some captivati ...

... to be at room 2024 at... Damn! I'm late!" He rushed over to the nearest elevator doors and pushed the little button marked "UP" several times. He was in great shape for a 62 year old. When the doors finally opened, Jake quickly stepped into the elevator and pressed the button marked "20." He stood there, waiting. With a humming sound, the elevator started its quick ascension. Stepping out at his floor, Jake looked around and spotted the door marked "2024." "Okay, its only 2:54, I still have one minute left." Jake grasped the knob, turning it and pushing at the same time. The door swung open into a small, warm looking room. In the center there sat a small ...

... to explain how I reached this conclusion in this paper. However, I must give fair warning, that some of the logic I used is strange and complex. If you have any doubts about your mental health, or are unsure of your capacities and limitations in any way, please do not read this, or at least do not take it seriously. For those of you who feel you can handle this, read on. Now, let us start at the most logical place to begin, the beginning. What is reality? Well, there are many explanations and theories about this, but I based mine on what I can observe and how I perceive things as a whole. Reality, as we know it seems to be made ...

... hilarious to the ones that listen to it. He is always the main culprit on pranks. I don’t think that there has been one toilet paper job on someone’s house that he hasn’t been a part of. The pranks are definitely not limited to toilet paper. During my Christmas vacation at about 5:30 am one Saturday morning, my mother rudely awakened me to get out of bed and “clean all that *&^%$ up off the front lawn.” I immediately knew who had done it. I assumed that it was toilet paper for the third week in a row, but I was shocked to see this. He must have stole every newspaper in Dearborn, Dearborn Heights, and Livonia and threw it on my lawn. Every inch of grass on my ...

... drifted towards me, and intensified my hunger pains. I noticed in the Dairy Queen booth a heavenly looking vanilla sundae, mounded with plump, juicy strawberries, and perfectly round indigo blueberries-it made my mouth salivate, and I knew that I had to taste one. As I edged toward my seat, I noticed Little Ceasars advertising grease puddled on top pepperoni pizza and a frothy mug; emersed with crisp cold beer…this teased my temptation. With only a few dollars left, and my arms filled with delectable treats, I finally reached gate 201. I pushed the heavy blue drapery to my side. Standing in awe, my eyes scanned the gigantic arena. Everyone, including myse ...