Start with the identity
Convert both sides of the equation into the vulgar fractions
Apply square roots on both sides to yield
Multiply both sides by 
to obtain
Any number's square root squared gives the original number, so
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
School Paper: Defining Moments
Defining Moments
My first “defining moment” isn’t a moment, but a series of insignificant moments that have greatly shaped who I am. All through elementary school I was picked on and bullied. There is no significant moment or event that stands out, just this: my early school years were horrible. There isn’t one name that shaped me into a person. There isn’t one rumor or look that people harassed me with that can be defined as a moment. I’m not sure this counts, but this is m first defining “moment.” The way I looked at myself because of this was negative. Every name and rumor and look screamed at me and made me feel worse than I already did. Then it stopped, which leads me to my next moment.
The summer after grade 6 I moved to Orange County, California. Sunshine soaked golden state of California. The cars were expensive and the people were rich. This was where I was spending grade 7 and 8. The first day of school I was nervous, and I had the right to be. After everything I been through, to me, these new kids were just more people to make fun of me. My second defining moment is not the move, but what the move lead to. In grade 7 I learned more than what they taught me in school; I learned to be funny, to make friends, (not to be popular) but to be myself. I knew nearly every person in the school, in a good way. I had friends for the first time in a long time. The end of grade 8 left me looking to the future, and looking at my self, in a positive way. Then the events that spiraled into moment 3 started to occur.
We moved the summer before grade 9. A new school with new cliques and new problems. Most importantly, no friends. I was going into highschool with no friends. I was nervous yet again, but I made friends. I made friends and became really close to a clique of my own. These were my new friends, but highschool is about drama and this is what I got. At the start of the second semester I got into an argument with two of my closest friends. I was “kicked” out of my clique. This is where the 3rd (and most important) event in my life takes place. I meet a girl in English class, her name is Breanne (not that that’s important to anyone but me.) I few days after I met Breanne I wrote her a poem. I gave her the poem and she gave me a hug. I asked her if I could sit with her friends, because I was friendless, and she said yes. The 3rd defining moment in my life was meeting Breanne. She makes me feel like I’m worth something. It’s hard to describe, so I won’t try.
The three defining moments in my life: being told who I’m not, finding out who I am, and being loved for it.
My first “defining moment” isn’t a moment, but a series of insignificant moments that have greatly shaped who I am. All through elementary school I was picked on and bullied. There is no significant moment or event that stands out, just this: my early school years were horrible. There isn’t one name that shaped me into a person. There isn’t one rumor or look that people harassed me with that can be defined as a moment. I’m not sure this counts, but this is m first defining “moment.” The way I looked at myself because of this was negative. Every name and rumor and look screamed at me and made me feel worse than I already did. Then it stopped, which leads me to my next moment.
The summer after grade 6 I moved to Orange County, California. Sunshine soaked golden state of California. The cars were expensive and the people were rich. This was where I was spending grade 7 and 8. The first day of school I was nervous, and I had the right to be. After everything I been through, to me, these new kids were just more people to make fun of me. My second defining moment is not the move, but what the move lead to. In grade 7 I learned more than what they taught me in school; I learned to be funny, to make friends, (not to be popular) but to be myself. I knew nearly every person in the school, in a good way. I had friends for the first time in a long time. The end of grade 8 left me looking to the future, and looking at my self, in a positive way. Then the events that spiraled into moment 3 started to occur.
We moved the summer before grade 9. A new school with new cliques and new problems. Most importantly, no friends. I was going into highschool with no friends. I was nervous yet again, but I made friends. I made friends and became really close to a clique of my own. These were my new friends, but highschool is about drama and this is what I got. At the start of the second semester I got into an argument with two of my closest friends. I was “kicked” out of my clique. This is where the 3rd (and most important) event in my life takes place. I meet a girl in English class, her name is Breanne (not that that’s important to anyone but me.) I few days after I met Breanne I wrote her a poem. I gave her the poem and she gave me a hug. I asked her if I could sit with her friends, because I was friendless, and she said yes. The 3rd defining moment in my life was meeting Breanne. She makes me feel like I’m worth something. It’s hard to describe, so I won’t try.
The three defining moments in my life: being told who I’m not, finding out who I am, and being loved for it.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Grow An Opinon
Flick on the TV and 9 out of 10 times you will see some spoiled little middle school girl texting with her new phone, or walking around in her new name brad clothes.
For those of you who buy clothes for the brand name:
Congratulations! You just paid at least 50 dollars more for a shit product made in Taiwan. But wait, there's more. You are now officially a corporate slut, but better. It's almost like you pay them to get whored out. You just paid money for a jean company to put their name on your ass. Wow, you're so cool. Now bitch please bend over so we can rape you with more new trends.
Please, grow a fucking opinion. I don't even talk to people about music anymore because their response is usually the top 10 happy pop shit on the charts. You don't even know what the song means you dumb whore, you do what you're told. Please grow a fucking brain and like YOUR OWN MUSIC, and while your at it try buying clothes because you like them, not because they are an expensive brand.
Now jesse, you're being really harsh. No, I'm not. Popular culture get fed so much bullshit about who they should be. Even the people who are trying to not conform (goths, punks...) are being told how to act and what to wear. (hot topic) People are slowly losing their opinions to big companies. Sometimes I want to sit outside of a hollister or abercrombie store and hand out stickers saying "congratulations, we now own you." But too bad the people who shop here (and have no sense of style seeing as they have to have it forced down their throats by the big dick that is advertising) are illiterate and couldn't read the sticker anyway. *shrugs* It was just a suggestion.
Please stop the a cookie cut out style and personality fed to you through a straw culture we live in today. Thank you.
Jesse. Just a non conforming son of a bitch (but at least I'm not spreading my legs for corporate America)
For those of you who buy clothes for the brand name:
Congratulations! You just paid at least 50 dollars more for a shit product made in Taiwan. But wait, there's more. You are now officially a corporate slut, but better. It's almost like you pay them to get whored out. You just paid money for a jean company to put their name on your ass. Wow, you're so cool. Now bitch please bend over so we can rape you with more new trends.
Please, grow a fucking opinion. I don't even talk to people about music anymore because their response is usually the top 10 happy pop shit on the charts. You don't even know what the song means you dumb whore, you do what you're told. Please grow a fucking brain and like YOUR OWN MUSIC, and while your at it try buying clothes because you like them, not because they are an expensive brand.
Now jesse, you're being really harsh. No, I'm not. Popular culture get fed so much bullshit about who they should be. Even the people who are trying to not conform (goths, punks...) are being told how to act and what to wear. (hot topic) People are slowly losing their opinions to big companies. Sometimes I want to sit outside of a hollister or abercrombie store and hand out stickers saying "congratulations, we now own you." But too bad the people who shop here (and have no sense of style seeing as they have to have it forced down their throats by the big dick that is advertising) are illiterate and couldn't read the sticker anyway. *shrugs* It was just a suggestion.
Please stop the a cookie cut out style and personality fed to you through a straw culture we live in today. Thank you.
Jesse. Just a non conforming son of a bitch (but at least I'm not spreading my legs for corporate America)
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Vegetarian
I am going to go back to being a vegetarian when I start school. I don't know how long I'm going to go for, maybe another 5 months. I don't know, here is my reason:
If you want any good vegetarian recipes goveg.com gives tons of resources.
If you want any good vegetarian recipes goveg.com gives tons of resources.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Narcissism
Thanks to MTV the world of candy wrapped girls has now been raised to a whole new level. Candy wrapped girls? What do you mean by that? I mean the little cheap blond, fake boob, size 1, bitty-little-bitch dog in a bitty-little-bitch purse, drives around in a shiny new convertible bought for them by daddy to make up for (yet another) bitch step mom. Yes, candy wrapped girl. Popular culture is so influenced by these people that companies make products like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJz_dsubWAU
The LG shine. What a stunning display of narcissism. A mirror that doubles as a phone. Now you can look at yourself every second of your apparently empty day. I have to give LG credit though, they do know who they're targeting.
The two people sitting at the table are stars from the show "The Hills." The network that airs this crap, you guessed it, MTV. Thank you MTV, yet again you have sent out mindless shit into the world.
I'd like to point out a few things about this commercial that you may not have noticed at first:
The guy is pathetic. He is the typical guy seen with the candy coated girls. Notice how the girl he is with is still talking when the music started playing. Hmmmm. It's simple really, he tunes her out. I'm not saying I wouldn't. This leads me to my next thing.
I find it hard to believe that the girl sitting at the table took the focus off of her self for five seconds to notice what he was doing. Furthermore, she had to stop talking and text him.
The fact that she even took her attention off of her face. (to which she was applying overpriced lip gloss with her newly manicured hands)
Lastly, the typical male thought pattern: I didn't do it. You are a pig, at least fess up to the fact you were checking out those girls with your shiny new phone.
To those of you who think I'm just over reacting and being critical at the blatantly obvious narcissism involved in having a phone with a mirror. I probably just confused you, turn off MTV and pick up a book. Simple enough?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJz_dsubWAU
The LG shine. What a stunning display of narcissism. A mirror that doubles as a phone. Now you can look at yourself every second of your apparently empty day. I have to give LG credit though, they do know who they're targeting.
The two people sitting at the table are stars from the show "The Hills." The network that airs this crap, you guessed it, MTV. Thank you MTV, yet again you have sent out mindless shit into the world.
I'd like to point out a few things about this commercial that you may not have noticed at first:
The guy is pathetic. He is the typical guy seen with the candy coated girls. Notice how the girl he is with is still talking when the music started playing. Hmmmm. It's simple really, he tunes her out. I'm not saying I wouldn't. This leads me to my next thing.
I find it hard to believe that the girl sitting at the table took the focus off of her self for five seconds to notice what he was doing. Furthermore, she had to stop talking and text him.
The fact that she even took her attention off of her face. (to which she was applying overpriced lip gloss with her newly manicured hands)
Lastly, the typical male thought pattern: I didn't do it. You are a pig, at least fess up to the fact you were checking out those girls with your shiny new phone.
To those of you who think I'm just over reacting and being critical at the blatantly obvious narcissism involved in having a phone with a mirror. I probably just confused you, turn off MTV and pick up a book. Simple enough?
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Ninja Jesse Strikes Again!!!
I have always gotten compliments such as: "Jesse, you're a ninja" or "Watch out, Jesse's a ninja." But those people had no idea. Today I went into my backyard to take some pictures for gabby when I realized, I locked myself out.
Familiar with being locked out of houses, I did the first thing one should do. Look for an open window. I had no such luck (my mom is afraid someone will break in through a window.)
I then walked down the street to my grandma's house to ask mom for the keys to the house. We have only one key, the key to the front door. So I go to the door and put the key in. I unlock the door and...
I left the latch on when I left the house. This was difficult because those things are hard to get around. I opened my garage door and found this.
This is where ninja Jesse becomes aperent. I went around to the front of my house. Opened the front door as much as the latch would let me, and unscrewed the latch with the knife.
30 minutes later:
As you can tell I am really proud.
Song of the post is: Ninja Rap- Vanilla Ice
Familiar with being locked out of houses, I did the first thing one should do. Look for an open window. I had no such luck (my mom is afraid someone will break in through a window.)
I then walked down the street to my grandma's house to ask mom for the keys to the house. We have only one key, the key to the front door. So I go to the door and put the key in. I unlock the door and...
I left the latch on when I left the house. This was difficult because those things are hard to get around. I opened my garage door and found this.
This is where ninja Jesse becomes aperent. I went around to the front of my house. Opened the front door as much as the latch would let me, and unscrewed the latch with the knife.
30 minutes later:
As you can tell I am really proud.
Song of the post is: Ninja Rap- Vanilla Ice
Little Something About Nothing (part 1)
The house hunt is on. We are going to go look at houses on saturday, I like one in particular. It's like 3700 square feet and is next to a forest. Downside is that it is 2 miles away from the nearest lake :(
The weather here is fun, it was perfectly sunny and 30 minutes later it starts hailing. The winter is going to be bad...
I'm gonna start going to bed at a decent hour because I need to start getting ready for school hours. The song of the post is...
ummmm
The Rest of My Life- Less Than Jake
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmqFgBEZf1k
The weather here is fun, it was perfectly sunny and 30 minutes later it starts hailing. The winter is going to be bad...
I'm gonna start going to bed at a decent hour because I need to start getting ready for school hours. The song of the post is...
ummmm
The Rest of My Life- Less Than Jake
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmqFgBEZf1k
Monday, August 11, 2008
Bordom is Opression of Fun
Too many people I know are bored out of their heads right now. I am one of the victims of this all-too-popular state of being. I think it is caused by oppressive parents and stupid places with nothing to do. Funny enough it completely backfires. When you're bored you do the craziest things ever, like hang on the back of moving cars with roller blades. Boredom defines popular culture. Flick on MTV and half the things they show are out of sheer boredom. Jackass is a full length movie about bored people. There is never anything to do, and nowhere to do it. Why is that?
Ask you're parents what they used to do when they were our age. The answers range from getting high after school to hanging out in the city. The stories my parents have of what they do when they were young are many and amazing. How many of these things would my mom let me do? The answer: none. I'm allowed to go nowhere by myself. I can't go to friends houses without adults there.
(I'll rant about adults later)
My mom gets mad at me for doing nothing and say I'm bored. Although it is not my fault. It's YOURS. I am bored because you let me do nothing. There isn't anything to do, and this leads teenagers to find something to do. When teenagers are bored bad things happen. (Newton's Laws of Physics.) If you want to know how to stop us from doing shit, give us stuff to do. Offer to take a couple friends to the movies or something.
Conclusion: Teenagers have a bad rap for causing trouble, and doing stupid things. You blame the media, but we blame you. It's not our fault we can't drive anywhere or do anything without your permission. It's your fault everything you say is no. We will keep ourselves occupied in stupid ways as long as the oppression of fun continues
Ask you're parents what they used to do when they were our age. The answers range from getting high after school to hanging out in the city. The stories my parents have of what they do when they were young are many and amazing. How many of these things would my mom let me do? The answer: none. I'm allowed to go nowhere by myself. I can't go to friends houses without adults there.
(I'll rant about adults later)
My mom gets mad at me for doing nothing and say I'm bored. Although it is not my fault. It's YOURS. I am bored because you let me do nothing. There isn't anything to do, and this leads teenagers to find something to do. When teenagers are bored bad things happen. (Newton's Laws of Physics.) If you want to know how to stop us from doing shit, give us stuff to do. Offer to take a couple friends to the movies or something.
Conclusion: Teenagers have a bad rap for causing trouble, and doing stupid things. You blame the media, but we blame you. It's not our fault we can't drive anywhere or do anything without your permission. It's your fault everything you say is no. We will keep ourselves occupied in stupid ways as long as the oppression of fun continues
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Weather
For all of you who aren't familiar with east coast weather. It's august 7th, 4 in the afternoon, the sun is out and its hailing. The size of marbles. It's really warm outside and it's raining ice. The first picture is my driveway covered in little ice pebbles. Last night it was storming, with lightning and thunder, but no rain.
It was amazing.The other pictures are my attempt to capture rain on my crap camera.
Song of choice- Cavanaugh Park- something corporate
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
3 chapters, 1 Truck :p
I have packed up one "truck". The garage is almost entirely emptied. So tomorrow will be for furniture. I'm tired as hell and my mom went to go get pizza. (red onions, chicken, broccoli...mmm)
I've finished chapter 3 in the book. It's my favorite chapter so far..
It's probably gonna rain tomorrow (and when it rains, it pours)
The song of choice today is konstantine by something corporate
"and if this is what it takes
just to lie with my mistakes
and live with what i did to you
all the hell i put you through
i always catch the clock
its 11:11
now you wanna talk
its not hard to dream
you'll always be my konstantine
my konstantine
they'll never hurt you like i do
no they'll never hurt you like i do"
I've finished chapter 3 in the book. It's my favorite chapter so far..
It's probably gonna rain tomorrow (and when it rains, it pours)
The song of choice today is konstantine by something corporate
"and if this is what it takes
just to lie with my mistakes
and live with what i did to you
all the hell i put you through
i always catch the clock
its 11:11
now you wanna talk
its not hard to dream
you'll always be my konstantine
my konstantine
they'll never hurt you like i do
no they'll never hurt you like i do"
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Monopoly
So I spent tonight playing monopoly with Jackie and Dede. I won (duh) by a lot. I finished with every property, 9 hotels, And $6455. I also have to tell you that Jackie had all the ones.
That's all my news for this post. Chapter 2 is in production and chapter 3 might be written tonight if I have time.
That's all my news for this post. Chapter 2 is in production and chapter 3 might be written tonight if I have time.
Are You Serious?
Okay, we are getting everything we can out of our house today. Apparently the landlord has a right to cease the property with 24 hours notice. Meaning: The landlord can take everything thats in the house (our stuff) 24 hours after he says so. My mom is at the police station, yet again, filing another report. They told us to keep track of all harassment that he makes. If I don't post anything new for a while it is because I am at a house with no internet connection. You can email me and I will get it when I come back.
In other updates:
I'm done chapter 2 for the book.
I'm on page 82 of breaking daw.
Both are sub-par
In other updates:
I'm done chapter 2 for the book.
I'm on page 82 of breaking daw.
Both are sub-par
Monday, August 4, 2008
Nature
Ok so the house I'm currently living in is nothing like the houses we are looking to live in (mile away from a lake)
But the area I'm living in is near a highway. This is the suburbs of Canada.
I lost my dog a couple of times while he was looking for rabbits. But that's ok cause i caught him. The pictures don't nearly capture how big these trees are. Also it started raining a bit while I was at the last picture (up the street). So that was really beautiful.
We Looked Like Giants-Death Cab for a Cutie
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Headache
Ok, I'm really bored. I have nothing to do. Nobody to talk to. I'm not unpacking anything because we are leaving in two months. I'm officially bored, so, I'm gonna post yet another blog. Then I'll probably write a poem of some sort. But I don't feel very poetic right now...
I have a pounding headache because this dog won't stop barking. The people said he only barks a few minutes after they leave... It has been 5 hours and 32 minutes. (and 43 seconds but who's counting?) I don't know what's going to happen because I start school in a month and my mom doesn't want me to transfer 1 month into a school year.
Besides that.
I've been having another day where nothing I listen to sounds good. All my music is bleh. I miss my friends like crazy (that means YOU: Breanne, Sienna, Andrew....) I'm tired but I can't sleep and I want to write a poem but I'm having writer's block.
I've been listening to Miss California all day. It's an amazing song. I also think its about kidnaping her wich adds to the much needed element of creepiness. Jack's Mannequin is definatly one of my favourite bands. Something corperate is also very good, but I like JM's lyrics better.
Okay, I guess I'm not THAT bored because if you're reading all of this then you're way worse of then me. So i'm gonna end this post now.
Wherever You Will Go-The Calling
I have a pounding headache because this dog won't stop barking. The people said he only barks a few minutes after they leave... It has been 5 hours and 32 minutes. (and 43 seconds but who's counting?) I don't know what's going to happen because I start school in a month and my mom doesn't want me to transfer 1 month into a school year.
Besides that.
I've been having another day where nothing I listen to sounds good. All my music is bleh. I miss my friends like crazy (that means YOU: Breanne, Sienna, Andrew....) I'm tired but I can't sleep and I want to write a poem but I'm having writer's block.
I've been listening to Miss California all day. It's an amazing song. I also think its about kidnaping her wich adds to the much needed element of creepiness. Jack's Mannequin is definatly one of my favourite bands. Something corperate is also very good, but I like JM's lyrics better.
Okay, I guess I'm not THAT bored because if you're reading all of this then you're way worse of then me. So i'm gonna end this post now.
Wherever You Will Go-The Calling
Landlord
Okay. My new house is crap. the tenants downstairs have this great dane (who's barking and scratching at the door now/ he also tried to bite frodo) that has been barking for the past 3 and a half hours (not exaggerating). We spoke to the landlord and he came to our house. He screamed at our family and cussed out my mom. He said that the dog barks because we have bad spirits. So we talked to our neighbors and it turns out this guy is crooked. There is enough stories these people have that they could write a book. The very sweet old man across the street got cussed out by him. All in all, we are moving out in 2 months. This guy is insane. I'm scared to sleep and I'm going to go find my dad's knife (size of my head). I got Jackie to get the camera and film it so my mom is at the police station right now. This guy is bad news.
Hound Dog- Elvis Presly
Hound Dog- Elvis Presly
Welcome
Hello to anyone reading. I don't exactly know how this works but I'm gonna post any new information or stories about whats up in my life. If your reading this you probably know me so I'm not putting up anything like "describe yourself". Anyways welcome to my blog.
The End- My Chemical Romance
The End- My Chemical Romance
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