Sunday, April 27, 2008

no more SITTING

I'm sitting here, wasting time, because I can't think of a topic to write about. I will reference the predictions of one of my friends from when we all started these blogs: no one will ever read them, and if someone does read yours, you will probably be beaten or raped in the near future because you are being stalked. Therefore, my thought process is as follows: does it really matter what I type about? As long as I reach the lofty word count of 200 or 250 words, it doesn’t matter what is actually on the page. Also: I want to use as many colons as possible, in support for all of the people who die daily from colon cancer. Their life: sucks because it ended: at a bad: time. 8:19 AM, world count: 135! Keep going! This is going to be speedy. I looked at Alex’s blog moments before beginning to type this, and he was behind by four blogs. That was a week ago, meaning he has three for this week as well. Uh oh: noob. And speaking of noobs: CS is garbage. On a lighter note, a tribute goes to CB for training my WigglyTANK in the previous post (or maybe two posts ago). She did a splendid job of walking around aimlessly fighting stuff with the only Pokemon I had that she found “cute”. 8:22, using more colons, word count: 235! Can I hit 350 in one paragraph? This is insane! The only homework I had this weekend was from AP Lang. I had one-and-a-half (now using –‘s because colons aren’t cool anymore) blog entries to write, I had to revise my essay, and I have to still write a response to a graphic novel in my reading notebook. Eight twenty-four – and a word count of – 302! The home stretch! This is now going to be called the god-paragraph. When you can write and write and write about nothing so that the nothing connects to the other nothing and even though it is all nothing something is written so that you meet your word count it is called the god-paragraph. So, does it really connect? 360 – word – count – yeah!

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Die Agno's Tick

Diagnostic tests prove that people suck at life. You have worked the entire year, studying for a large AP exam for sometimes multiple classes. Around this time, we take these diagnostic tests to see how well we’ve retained the information over the year, and to see what we have to focus studying on. The AP Psych diagnostics were about 10-15 questions long per section, and there were 14 sections. These questions were each a short sentence, followed by five choices. It took about two hours to do all 14 sections. Most people averaged between 50 and 80% correct. This is weak. You’ve been studying the whole year and you can only remember (or can guess) half of them?

At this point, I stopped writing on Tuesday because class was over. Returning now to this topic, it is extremely lame and apparently I only wanted the satisfaction of being able to say, “I finished TWO blog entries in class today!” This is, of course, understandable, so I won’t beat myself up too much about it. Anyway…

CS was sitting next to me attempting to do the LA diagnostic, which was 90 questions in two sections. Each question had a giant paragraph to read accompanying it, which would make the test extremely long. He gave up after two, because he is weak.

More Pokemon

WigglyTANK is completely sick. In the four hours or more each direction on the previously stated Chicago trip, I had some time to kill. Out came the ghetto Pokemon red version and the see-through purple game boy color, with its extreme entertainment value.
I went over to route three, which is just west of Mt. Moon, looking for a Jigglypuff. They’re fairly rare, so it took me awhile to find one. I caught a total of 4, all of them at level three, and selected the best out of them. The random base-stats generator in the original Pokemon games can be taken advantage of if you know what you’re doing. The Pokemon’s base stats determine its end game stats, so if you start out with garbage you’ll end with garbage. I selected the Jigglypuff with the best stats, which if I remember correctly was 21 HP, 8 attack, and 6 defense, speed, and special. Not bad for a starter, actually.
Next, it was time for training. Jigglypuffs evolve with a moon stone, which means you can evolve them at your pleasure. However, once evolved, they learn no new techniques, so you really have to wait before you do it. At level 34 it learns Body Slam, which was the last worthwhile technique it learns, so I decided to evolve it then. It was then renamed WigglyTANK, because Wigglytuff is a garbage name. Its final move lineup consisted of Body Slam, Rest, Sing, and Psychic. When low on health, I sing to put the opponent to sleep. While it’s sleeping, I use rest, which puts me to sleep and restores my HP to full. We then both wake up, me at full HP, and the opponent still weak. WigglyTANK… furthermore, CS is garbage.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Sí Sí Sí

Yesterday (Friday the 18th) I went to Chicago for the Spanish trip. There were 54 people, including teacher/chaperones, and we were there and back in one day. It was actually a pretty good trip, for how short it was.
I had to get up a little after 5 in the morning so we could board the bus at 6 and leave, in theory, by 6:15. We then undertook the 4ish hour drive to Chicago. We got there very early, because for some reason the traffic was especially light, so we walked around Millennium Park for a few minutes before our museum tour started. We went to the Chicago Art Museum to see paintings and what not, focusing on the Spanish artists.
We then went to Café Iberico, which is a Spanish tapas restaurant. Tapas are how the Spanish people often eat. You sit at a table with lots of people (in this case 27 per table) and the waiters bring small dishes that you all share. There were six or seven different things they brought out, and most were quite exotic. They started with some potatoes that had mayonnaise and some kind of oil on them with garlic and other spices. This came with bread, which we ate throughout the whole meal. Next was tortilla Española, which is similar to an omelet. It has eggs, potatoes, onions, and other stuff thrown in. I liked this dish the best. We then had some Spanish ham with goat cheese on it, which had fried bread with tomatoes on it in the same dish. Next came octopus, which I drew the line with. It was white, and you could see the little suction cups on some of the pieces of it. Bleh. Furthering the seafood, we finished with some kind of garlic shrimp.
We drove back home after eating, and it took much longer to get back because traffic was worse on the way home. We returned at a little after 8.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

JFK

Recently in US, we have been discussing the Kennedy assassination, and seeing as our school is named after him it’s a pretty big deal. There are all kinds of theories about who killed him, and whether Oswald killed him alone. We know three shots were fired. The first shot missed the President, the second tore through his neck, into some other senator’s ribcage, wrist, and then foot. The third and final shot entered the back of Kennedy’s head, killing him.
Some say that because these shots were so close together, taking about four seconds to fire all three of them, that Oswald wouldn’t have had time to fire them all himself. He was using a bolt-action rifle, which means you have to pop in another shell and pull the bolt back after each shot. However, Oswald was in the military as a marksman, so he could probably have done the shooting alone. The FBI, the mob, and the Cubans all had reasons to kill Kennedy at the time, so many people think there was a conspiracy.\
Personally, I believe the mob killed Kennedy. They had their own gunman on the “grassy knoll” along with Oswald, and that the gunman fired the 2nd shot while Oswald fired the first and third. Oswald was shot a few days later by a man known to have mafia connections, covering up the conspiracy.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Acronym Game

Feel free to use the following acronym to make a phrase. The only requirement is that you must include at least one Pokemon in your sentence. Comment here and I'll add your phrase.

UAIRTHAIRBTAEIRGYAPIGYAERILADIV

Unearthly aerodynamic inverted radon to human amoeba indigestion run back to an energy-efficient iridescent Rhydon going yonder and playing in grass yellow along eating radon in lavish atriums devoid in vacuums.

Uranium and iodine randomly take hydrogen axons in robust bombs to alleviate energetic Ivysaurs really grab your apples pulverized in global youth abomination every rapid integral lamps and destroy imaginary vixens.

Understandingly, an irately running Tentacool high-fived an irately running Butterfree. They, as each implemented rigorous gargling, yelped as Pigiotto ignited gay yearlings after each repetition. I love all delinquency in vain.

Unadulterated, Asbesdos-Ingesting, Rabbit-Throwing, Antagonistic, Irradiated Rare Bulbasaurs Theorising About Energy Independence, ReGurgitating Your Applesauce Prior to InGesting Your Aunt's Emo-filled (Red) iPod Late After Dinner, which may Induce Vomiting.

Usually All Ivysaur Raves Through Hatian Academies In Rio Because Tentacools Are Exceptionally, Irritably, Raging, Gritty, Yarbles And Particualrly In Gross Yearly Atire. Every Regice Is Lazy And Diva Is Victorious

Unusually avocado-esque, intelligent rhinoceri think happily about igneous rocks by the alabaster Electabuzz in really gregarious yurts all possibly inquiring girl yaks about ephemeral rollercoasters in lithuania and dominoe infested ventriloquists.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Rise Above This.

So I’ve been told a girl at our school has recently attempted suicide. She sat behind me in one of my classes, but I rarely talked to her, and didn’t really know her very well. This is a pretty sad topic, and I don’t know anything about her circumstances or motives behind attempting to end her life, so I won’t attest to that.
One thing I can write about is how people deal with this differently. I realized early this morning, that two songs that I like both deal with suicide, and yet they portray a completely different set of emotions. I’ll start with the much darker song. It is by Disturbed, and is called Into the Fire. Don’t listen to this whole song unless you like the heavier rock genre. At least read along with the intro and a few of the lyrics and into the chorus. This is about the main singer. His girlfriend committed suicide, and he was standing over her body when the devil began talking to him, attempting to get him to end his life as well. This is definitely a disturbing song.
My second song also deals with suicide. It is about the main singer again, only this time his brother committed suicide. I would listen to this whole song, because it is deep. It’s by Seether, and is called Rise Above This. You can hear this singer fairly well, so you really shouldn’t need lyrics. As I read in a book at some point, suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Hang in there people.

Friday, April 11, 2008

CS = G4R84G3

The week after a break is always one of the hardest. You’ve been sleeping from past midnight until around noon for upwards of a whole week. After 8 or 9 days, you suddenly have your zero hour hit you in the face as your alarm sounds at 6:00 in the morning, cutting your sleep down to six hours. You are not with it the whole day. It just sucks.
That’s about all. The word “tired” will describe how this week went.

Next on the agenda…ripping on a friend for a few moments.
The following expression isn’t taught in our school math class:
109>70
Now what does this mean? If I were driving a car, and the black and white signs that appear off to my right show the number 70, I could deduce that I should not go faster than 70. If I were to look in front of me and slightly down, and see that 109 was on my speedometer, I would have three options. Option one: gun it, because you’re going for a speed record. Option two: chill out, ease off the gas, and not get pulled over. Only a noob would pick the third option: maintain speed while in the vicinity of a state trooper and get pulled over. Only a noob…
Oh, and if someone were to lie by a refrigerator and not IN the refrigerator in an unknown person’s house while holding a P90, I would deem that person a noob and a camper. After writing this, I have added “noob” to my Microsoft word dictionary, because it IS a word.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

COD4 HCS&D

Conflict 23 on 4/5/08
Creek: Hardcore Search & Destroy
Rounds to win: 4
Starting side: Offense

Our first three rounds of this game, of course, did not go well. Throughout the whole match, it was 6 v. 6. On offense, most of our team was either picked off by enemy snipers on the opposing hill or SMG’d or frag’d in the tunnel at B. Pretty much a slaughter. 0-3 at halftime, time to switch sides. It was now our turn for easy kills. We performed as well if not better than our opponents when they were on defense, ending rounds in as little as a minute and a half or less. Now it was 3-3, and time for a tiebreaker. We waited, and all swore as it randomly said “switching sides” when the 3-3 came up. We were on the un-winnable offensive team.
We had 6 guys, one went right, into the creek bed, four went up onto our main hill, and one went left, into the cave. The round was 2:30 for a max time to arm. Quickly, within maybe 20 or 25 seconds of the start, one player on our team sniped an opponent on their hill from our hill. Seeing the muzzle flash from his single round, he was shot at by two more enemy snipers, and was easily killed. Our 3 remaining on the hill retaliated. In the end, a minute into the game, we had lost 4 men, and they had lost only 3. In the cave, we still had an MP5 and the M21 in the creek bed remained as well. During the death of the 4th teammate on our team, the MP5 was crawling slowly out of the cave at B, holding the bomb. He abruptly stopped when he herd the barely audible click of a sniper bullet being reloaded into an M40A3 or an R700 chamber. One sniper was directly above him, but he could not risk moving and being seen. At this time, one enemy apparently slipped off of the house he was sniping from, and died from the fall. Noob.
2 v 2 now. The B MP5 had a plan. He knew the sniper above him would hear him open the briefcase with the bomb to arm it and simply look down to shoot him. The plan then followed. M21 in the creek bed began randomly firing up above B, where our team knew a sniper was. The enemy above saw the muzzle flashes, and fired two quick rounds, killing our 5th man. However, the MP5 waited for him to fire, and opened the briefcase at the exact same time. He didn’t hear him. Bomb armed. Bomb planted. The remaining two snipers didn’t stand a chance against an MP5 in close quarters. They were both shot attempting to disarm the bomb. 4-3, our win.