First off this site is maintained by me, Sam Noord. I am bitter and angry at the world, and I have a team of 10 web designers doing there best to create and maintain this peice of shit webpage. I feel somehow by creating this webpage, that I can shit on the entire world and that people will listen to me and see I am right, and that the world owes me some great debt for all it has done to me. I was in high school for 5 years...because my gym teacher didnt think that breaking a leg was reason enough to be exempt from the physical aspect of the class. Freshman year I was almost kicked out when the film I made was considered "discrimating" and "racist". It was about someone who had schitzephrenia, and it was serious, they found it humorous because they dont know what its like to live through it. My best friend does because he has it. He also wanted to star in it and he is black. That was the grounds for calling it racist. fuck that. I was fined over a thousand dollars my first year of college for noise violations that came from the crack house dorm room next to mine. My corrupt RA felt it was me (he got his crack from the other room). I got near fatal dysentery from cafeteria one year, and shit on my girlfriend. Everyone heard and I never dated a girl throughout my entire college carreer, oh and i cant spell for shit. One time I starting dating a girl from Florida state until someone told her. I guess our relationship meant that much to her because she believed them. I am poor and this website is free. I cant get a job because I have no hirable skills. I majored in philosophy and then the year after I graduated the college nullified that major. Since than I worked at a deli where the health inspection people cited me for having a tatoo. They were afraid bits of it would fall into the food. I was fired and cant get a food job of any kind. Oh, I am really weird looking which is why most places wont hire me, jobs that require some sort of social interaction. I belong to a health club, but whenever I go, everyone in the gym moves to the other side and a young strong man walks over and tells me to leave. I have been dating this girl for a year now. I asked her to marry me and she told me she just wanted to be friends with me. But she doesnt want to speak to me, see me, or ever hear from me again, she later added.