I will travel across the land, searching far and wide!

Friday, October 8, 2010

Saif...I know you're ashamed of me

It's cold outside, but Jesus is burnt,
Worn around the neck, outside of your shirt,
Keeping Christ away, you've got a barrier between,
Forgetting all your guilt, with a fire blazing green

We can all see the guilt, it makes your heart ache
Ignorance isn't bliss, when the ignorance is fake,
Pretending to be flying, way up in the stratosphere,
You're only at bicycle, not rocket ship status here.



Friday, September 24, 2010

Go Big, or DIE TRYING


This whole year has been fantastic, and that phrase is why. I went big. One of three sophomores in Calculus, and only one in APUSH. "Suck a big dick or die trying."


Sunday, August 8, 2010

I won't say goodbye to you, so I'm just gonna say goodnight, to you

"I'm not sure anymore, more,
Who's that knocking on my door, door,
All the faces that I know
Ya' make them so sunny and true"

There's a girl at my door
who I used to know before
and I don't know how things will go,
but she'll be here 'till four
the silence says more,
then we've said all day,
thoughts race to get out,
but inside our minds they stay,
there's a girl out the door,
who I wish I had back,
what happened? I think,
as I fade out to black



Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Me+ Pre Calculus = rap song?

Sitting in pre calc, class full of Asians,

Brain getting rocked, like the nation of Haitians

Girls getting knocked up, boy’s got no patience,

Hit it and quit it, planned all the way and,

She’s all alone, crying on the highway

No cash, she won’t get high today,

Without that high, she goes so low,

Shit goes down, here at enloe

There goes the future; valedictorian

There go the gangs, bout to get gory and,

Here comes a boy, he says he’s so sorry and,

The principal, ain’t buyin’ his story and

The FIFA world cup, takes place in the lobby,

The teams are India, Mexico, and Zimbabwe,

And one last man, looking so fresh,

Saif N. Hassan, repping Bangladesh

Along with Apex, where I go,

But I been spending time, here at Enloe,

Supposed to sit here, do some math,

But here I am, writing me some raps



oh wait, I found another one in my notes


They say I’m a good shot, Donchu know, I’m a dead eye

Millions of hits, like return of the jedi,

Millions of hits, like tweeted pics of me,

Because my presence is a rarity,

But my legend needs some clarity,

So I’ll say it nice and coherently

I started my rapping and apparently

(chorus)

Monday, June 21, 2010

This. Is a direct quote.

"So I was pouring myself a beverage. I was pouring myself some jack when Sabo pulls my pants down and starts fondling my balls. Then he left and I pulled my pants up, and continued pouring."

...

"Where's the counselor?!"

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Super bored in geometry!

Friday, May 21, 2010

It's times like this I wish I played piano

(Chorus)
I've gone and hit a dead end,
It's time to make some amends,
It may be bad to depend,
But I could really use a friend

I could really use a friend,

I could really go for a friend

Hey,
I'm sittin' here thinkin'
That my life is stinkin',
And my eyes are pink an',
Wet, 'cause I've been crying,
And sighin'.
And I don't know why an',
I wail and I moan,
'Cause I'm here all alone,
Walking around, around the bend.
Ya know what?
I could go for a friend.

I've hit a dead end,
Drove into a wall,
Jumped off of a roof,
To feel myself fall,
I've brought myself,
All sorts of pain,
Just by thinking out loud,
And hearing your name,
Sitting here alone,
I won't pretend,
Eleven eleven I've been wishing,
For you again an' again.

(Chorus)
I've gone and hit a dead end,
It's time to make some amends,
It may be bad to depend,
But I could really use a friend

I could really use a friend,

I could really go for a friend

The road is long,
And the going gets tough,
You trudge along,
and your skin gets rough,
You wish you had,
A person to confide in,
and show your true colors,
and get out of hidin',
You need to finish this journey,
Nine years underway,
Even though it seems like,
The whole world ended today

I could really use a friend,
To lead me out of this mess,
To lead me out of this stress,
And I must confess,
I miss having that friend,
with whom I'd laugh to no end,
And I will never pretend,
That I don't need a friend.

(Chorus)
I've gone and hit a dead end,
It's time to make some amends,
It may be bad to depend,
But I could really use a friend

I could really use a friend,

I could really go for a friend


Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Nine nine nine!

There are nine days until exams!

Nine days of solid shapes, poetry, human body systems, ecology, and band!

And three concerts next week, one test today, two tests tomorrow, a test next Wednesday, and who knows what else. But it's just nine days away!


Monday, May 3, 2010

What'd you eat for lunch? Just some exploded plant vagina.

Nice one, dude!

BTW, "exploded plant vagina" means fruit.

So I have a math test tomorrow and a biology test Wednesday.
I'm going to handle them with ease.
I suck at blogging.

And I completely wasted all of last semester which led to the suckage of this one.



Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
School is lame and there's a cut on my foot and it itches


fin

Monday, April 5, 2010

And then the Blogs died.

Either


A) I have no time at all to write a blog

or

B) My life is so boring I don't want to rape your time with my stories.


Anyway, I was complaining to myself about how no one else was posting, so here's me dodging hypocrisy. (spelling?)


Thursday, March 18, 2010

Hello, my name is my name is and I like to lie

You sure do, bro

No, you can't keep lettin' it get you down.


You know you can't keep letting it get you down
And you can't keep dragging that dead weight around
Is it really all that much to lug around
Better run like hell when you hit the ground


-Ok Go


Let it go; this too shall pass.


This is my mission.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Rocky!


He could have thrown in the towel..
He could have saved his best friends life.

But now the one thing he can't do..
IS WALK AWAY.


"If he wants to beat me, he'll have to kill me."



Saturday, March 13, 2010

I don't know how its possible four letters could manage to make this entire day be a huge waste, but they did. Night.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Art! Well, that's what I call it.




The first one took three pieces of paper and two hours. Completed after the World History exam.



This next one is from Geometry. I heart Marching Band.

Learning to count

Learning to count
Learning to soar
Learning to feel
Learning to roar

Moving a band
And so much more
It's as simple as four
And. And. And. Four

But I'll just follow the timpani.

Sad

Okay, so I'm your friend and everything, but seeing you everyday makes me sick/sad once I get home.

Monday, March 1, 2010

English Project = poem? What?!

You’re water under a bridge that everybody walks on
No one will open the door you always want to knock on
You’re drowning in glass and he’s walking on sunshine
They all have shares of gold and all you've got is time

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Secrets secrets are no fun, unless you share with everyone!

So, since last night around two or whatever, I've been feeling great. I must be bipolar, or crazy. Either way, it's Mrs. Gage's fault. I'm almost done with the ridiculous amount of work she assigned, and I managed to fix a lot of man vs. man conflict while doing this. Also. Why am I awake? I went to bed at 4:30, and now it is 9:22, and seven hours ago I was talking to my cousin and going WHY IS IT 2:22. So yeah. My arms feel funny. Big caffeine + little body = 4.5 hours of sleep. But it was worth it.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Incantation and Dance (and English)

A knife tearing my skin,
The effect is still the same,
Burns and bruises are nothing,
Next to the sound of your name.

Now, that's not the answer to "Why is Fahrenheit 451 science fiction," but it is what I ended up writing. Mrs. Gage and some other people have given me the greatest headache I've ever had. I'm almost done with the short answer, and am about to enter the massive essays. The big guns, if you will. The big guns that are pointed right at my face. I will finish this test tonight if it kills me.

PS: Incantation and Dance is catchy. I will be using that bass line thing in a project.

Dear K. Nathan McHenry, I'd like to thank you

So after babysitting, and getting minimal work done on my 90,000 cc's of English work, I took a break to see the New World Jive play at the Wake Zone. I know have the ability to relax, plus the caffeine to stay up all night and get this work done.

Woohoo!

Also, Jordan Turner is the most skilled hugger I have ever met.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Yeah, I know what you mean (I think)

Y would yuu tell mehbyuu love meh if yuu dnt. Y would yuu say that yuu care If yuu dnt. Y would yuu say that I'm the only one if I wasn't. Y would yuu break my heart knowin that it took meh a while to find it. I can't belive what my SSS saw today. I hate the word "love":(!!!~ { crying}~


I wish I had the ability to read these, but after much though I think I can understand this one.

Dear Biology, I would love to throw you in a microwave with a bomb strapped on your penis.

So, biology is dumb. So dumb I'm not even gonna capitalize it. Or, it's not dumb, I just don't like it. Plus, Mrs. Norton is even worse than the H-Dock. I swear to god, if the next unit has anything to do with NADPH or FADPH or NAD or NADH or FAD or FADH or PGA or PGAL or Pyruvic acid I'm just going to gut myself, and rot.

What matters: Sunlight leads to plants getting energy. This is good because they give off oxygen into the atmosphere.

What we learned: Sunlight hits the Thylakoid gland and electrons (why the hell aren't they with the rest of their atom anyway?) and then they get carried by NADPH to the ETC and blah blah blah. ... And then 38 (minus four ATP used during glycosis) = 34 net gain of ATP.

At least I have funtastic Geometry and no-effort English!

Oh. Speaking of no effort English, I actually have to write about 16 paragraphs. Hopefully my good friend Michaela can make that more fun.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I hear Jerusalem bells ringing, Roman cavalry cries singing.

So today, I had to go to math tutoring. I currently have a 90.414, which is a failing grade. It was supposed to be an hour afterschool. Me, and the guy helping, who isn't paid were both finished with everything without a hitch in fifteen minutes. With nothing to do for forty five minutes before a ride, I was in a predicament. I plugged in some Green Day, and walked in every hallway, outer area, and every part of the school.

'Twas amazing.

Is it over?

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

*This is from Green Day's Jesus of Suburbia*

Monday, February 22, 2010

I Lose! (Repost!)

Well, its over. The game is over, someone won, and it wasn't me. I feel like I came in second(which isn't a good thing). But that's just first to lose. Kudos, for winning the game. You know who you are.

All the cool kids are doing it

So here's my last week

Last Monday and Tuesday were both really weird, because I didn't do anything at all and the days mushed together.

Wednesday was dumb.

Thursday my bass clarinet was officially broken. (Luckily, I didn't fail too badly at jazz band)

If my bass clarinet is broken, then I use the school one.
If I use the school one, then my tone goes down the toilet.

My bass clarinet was broken, therefore my tone went down the toilet.

Friday was alright, I put on a smile and took my biology test like a boss.
**To do a Norton test you need notes from Johnson cause all their stuff is on the test. The study guide Los Nortonos gives you are no help.

Saturday I did absolutely nothing, but it was fun.

And Sunday I had a fun day walking in circles, eating, and watching a movie!

Today was fun though. Geometry's always easy and fun. Some people are very passionate about it. English was the normal waste of time, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Lunch was boring, and we did all of our biology homework. Biology was more physically taxing then all of gym (ever) combined. We took more notes than hillabaloo daisy hughes. And Mrs. Norton yelled at us for not being able to read her handwriting. Band was really boring (because of our part overflowing with rests) but playing was good.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

There may come a time in your life when you ask, "Is this really happening?" The answer. Is yes.

Lolss qurh yea ii do : ) lyk i hear alot of dudes say dat ha ass qotta be phat n blah blah blah but theres somebody 4 euerybody sooooo.!!

So I saw this on facebook and couldn't help but think..

What does that even mean?

Whoever can tell me gets a *Fantastic Prize!*

Thursday, February 18, 2010

BA DAHP BA BAH! Bahhhhhh

I would like to say that I, Saif Nabil Hassan, love band. And my bass clarinet is dead. And the school ones suck. So tomorrow will be hell. On a side note, to everyone in my band class, if Hannah and I played Mercury it wouldn't have been the massive fail it was.


And today I forget what number came after 29 >.<
It should be friday

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

MLIA, FML, MLID, MLIG__ February 17

Today, I went to school. I came home and did nothing. MLIA

Today, my friend got pissed at me for less than or equal to very little reason. FML

Today, I had to study for two hours straight, because I have a B in biology. MLID (my life is desi)

Today, my headache went away and I ate food. MLIG

links

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=374820169562&ref=nf

Crazy, but that's how it goes.

Do it

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Way to go.

http://www.wral.com/news/local/story/7041186/

Monday, February 15, 2010

I lose!

Well, its over, I think. I kind of hope it is, and I kind of wish it wasn't. The game is over, someone won, and it wasn't me. I feel like I came in second. But that's just first to lose. Kudos, for winning the game. You know who you are.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Finalized Story! Done!

Saif Hassan

Gage

English I Honors, Period 2

12 February 2010

Once there was a man named Lloyd. He was a master of unicorn riding. If you gave him a unicorn he was a flat out beast. He was the captain of the Luftwaffe, the golden horned force that protected the German skies from the Brits. He was admired far and wide, even by his enemies. Even during the 679th day of the great war, when the Brits unleashed the full force of their attack force, no one expected him to be defeated.

“It’s a beautiful day for a flight,” lightly said Logan, second in command to Lloyd, “but it’s never a good day for killing and war.”

“Ah, Logan, how do you plan on being good at something you dislike?”

“Are you suggesting you like war?”

“Why do you think I’m in this army?”

“For your country.”

“If it was my country, no one else could come close.”

“How could you ensure that?”

“Have you ever heard of Sparta?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. How could families, cultures, or humanity thrive?”

“You’re lucky I won’t be dying in combat. You’d be a weak leader, and you’re entire beloved country would fall to pieces.”

“Sir, a ruler isn’t just one who-“

“Wait with everyone else until I give the signal.”

Lloyd knew Logan had great ability and the will to push his men forward, but didn’t believe in his philosophy. Logan was always self-righteous, and Lloyd despised this. Logan always made himself seem like a noble man, but Lloyd new better. He knew that there weren’t men better suited for Logan’s position than Logan, but he knew Logan didn’t know that. He also knew when threatened or bribed, Logan would succumb easily out of fear or want. But these were human qualities, and Logan was still an above average human, in every way.

Not two hours later, the skies were shot with a cornet note that could shatter mountains like glass, and this meant that it was time. General Lloyd called out the troops, who mounted their unicorns. The unicorns ran at breakneck speeds, lowered their heads and were silent. They wouldn’t run out of energy, but they did run out of cliff. The wings exploded out of the horned horses like airbags after a crash. But up here, nothing can save you from a crash. As they went higher in the sky, the only things visible below them were clouds. It seemed they were to ever be suspended in a sea of white clouds, when the famous red horns of the British force flew towards them. Some say they painted them red so the unicorns weren’t spooked by the blood of their enemies, but even if they were painted white, not a single drop would stain the glorious animals’ horns. Although the German spies, who were never mistaken, had said the full air force was to fight, that was not the case. It was still a rather large force attacking the Luftwaffe. Lloyd’s mastery of aerial battle was apparent. He annihilated line after line of soldiers, long after they surrendered. Finally Logan halted the slaughter.

“Captain, what are you doing?!”

“What does it look like, doing your job for you, you lazy twit!”

“You have to stop!

Lloyd’s anger was uncontainable, as he took a blind charge at Logan.

“You’re insane!”

“Insane? I’m a god damned genius!” roared Lloyd as he dove straight down.

As soon as Lloyd was out of sight, Logan knew that all may be lost. He called for a full retreat, but it was too late. He was the only pilot fast enough to avoid the Brits. Like a bloody geyser from hell, they charged upwards, led by Captain Lloyd himself. The underbellies of Logan’s brothers were pierced, and he watched as one man turned all of Germany upside down.

When Logan returned to Germany, he had very little hope. He knew that the true British force was on its way. Led by the greatest and most malicious flyer the world had ever seen, they would easily turn his homeland into a graveyard. He doubted it would even do any good to warn his president, and did the unforgivable. He betrayed his country. He packed, grabbed his wife, and disappeared. He spent the next three years in pain. His wife was sorrowful, he was torn, and his only daughter chose to stay with her husband in Germany. Every day he would berate himself, and made sure he felt pain, emotionally and physically. One night, his wife discovered that the bright snakes possessing her husband were inflicted by none other than himself. She realized then, that she was the only thing keeping him from returning to Germany, and fighting with the rebels that were surely there. She knew what had to be done. Logan returned from the fields one night and saw, to his horror, his entire life dangling before him, moving only from the chilling wind.

Things were much better for Lloyd. He spent three years doing whatever he pleased, as a co-consul of Germany. He was in charge of quelling rebellions and tracking criminals. These petty jobs bored him, however, and most of his time was spent with Christoph. Christoph was a swordsman and an incredible unicorn pilot. When Lloyd learned that he was not just ‘another British pansy’ he was intrigued. There was finally a man to match his power. A man he could admire, and relate to. Although Lloyd was technically Christoph’s superior, he treated him as an equal in every way. In fact, Lloyd soon announced to Christoph, that he was no longer mentoring him. He told Christoph he was a fresh young talent, one who could rule for years after Lloyd was no longer fit to battle. One day they were talking about Lloyd’s ingenious plan that ended the old Germany.

“Sir, what made you ally with us?”

“I knew Germany had no future.”

“Of course they did, with you leading them!”

“Christoph, you flatter me, one man cannot decide the fate of a country.”

“But if anyone can, it’s you.”

By now, their relationship was more recreation than business, and they spent most of their days unicorn jousting and taking long strolls in the forest. Lloyd found out that the more he spent time with and learned about Christoph, the more he learned about himself. Lloyd was very content with his life except for one thing, he never got to kill Logan. He knew that he flew away, because he was a decent flyer. He felt like he would never be able to move forward in his life until he had closure with the man he grew close to and betrayed. He knew that if he combined forces with Christoph, Logan would be found and killed easily. But at this point in time, he could only dream. Or so he thought. His thoughts were all proven wrong when he learned of an entire city being taken overnight by rebels. The faction gained support very quickly and was becoming a small force. They spoke of German values, rights, and about how they could reclaim the land so close to their hearts. Lloyd knew only one man could stir up such a mess so quickly, Logan. They would indeed meet again, and he would show him, once and for all, that his philosophy was better. But, then again, he was thinking there was more to life than glory and thrill. Whenever he was with Christoph, he felt a subtle warmness and started to notice the finer things in life, such as the soft breeze, and the smells of nature.

“Alright, everyone, it looks like we’ve been noticed,” announced Logan to his new comrades. He had very quickly climbed the ranks of this force, when an older general recognized him from the Luftwaffe. He doubted they had any chance of surviving once they were noticed, but he had nothing to lose. He told them that if they fought, they would most likely die, but if they ran, the guilt would surely rip them apart. Their battle plan was simple, they were going to make it seem like they were entirely on the ground, while the unicorn forces stayed high in the air. When the Brits swoop down, so would they. Meanwhile, Lloyd and Christoph were preparing for the attack. Lloyd knew that no matter what they saw, there’d be more to it. So when the entire defenses were on the ground, they took to the air. They were met by Logan and a team of five men. None of them were surprised to meet each other, and all got ready for attack. In a flash, three men had fallen. Using his infallible steed Lloyd was untouched, but the attack was not worth it. In his peripherals he saw the sight that tortured him at night, and haunted him always. Christoph had been struck by the other three men, and Logan overpowered him, but not before he grabbed Logan. They both began to free fall to imminent doom. Lloyd had two choices. Turning his stomach upside down, he executed a full power dive and went after his former student. His unicorn retracted its great wings, and the fall gained momentum. He grabbed soft, warm, hands, and felt a wave of relief pulse through him. He thought of rosy cheeks, slim, but mighty shoulders, and a smile that melted the heart of a god he didn't believe in. He died with a smile on his face, and his lover in his hands.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

(RAH)² (AH)³ + [ROMA (1+MA)] + (GA)² + (OOH)(LA)²


Wancho' Bad Romance


Today I spent four hours with Michaela watching A Capella. This is our favorite.

Friday, February 12, 2010

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Thursday, February 11, 2010

....damn and double damn.

I'm so mad. At myself. I was mean to one of, if not my favorite person in the world. And for no reason. AND this person was already not happy. It's like I was walking down the street, and there was a cute puppy, like the beat up ones from the ads, and I just kicked it. Or at least I think I did. I don't know why in the world I did, but I definitely swung my leg. I don't even know what I'm doing.



















and I still haven't seen a Rocky movie. **

Friday, February 5, 2010

If he dies, he dies.

I NEED TO SEE A ROCKY MOVE. I HAVEN'T SEEN ONE SINCE LAST *^(*^)(%*_(^* JANUARY. IT HAS BEEN THIRTEEN MONTHS. LUCKILY, I FINALLY FOUND THE ROCKY IV SOUNDTRACK.


Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Gimme samba dat!

LOL It snowed three inches here and we got three snow days and an hour delay. But now the schedule is completely discombobulated. Lack of combobulation is present. There is a huge void where everyone's combobulation should be. I was supposed to have a couple tests or whatever, but that does not look like its going to happen.

BUT I HAD FUN IN THE SNOW!



Although the actual snow didn't last very long, the fear of frozen water haunted every member of the Wake County board. The storm cloud of snow released the lightning bolt of frozen roads like a whip.
That is my interpretation of the nightmares of paranoid board members.
I heart paranoid board members.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Bass Clarinet, enjoyable even when just playing random notes.

So I just decided to practice, only today I recorded it.

Now you know that even with no music, and a not stellar player, bass clarinet sounds good.

OR

You'll all hate this and I'm just obsessed with the bass clarinet sound.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Few villains are scarier than those who truly believe they are doing God's work.

Another reason the Joker scares me is that he's &^&#*@&#@*&# crazy. (I don't know what word I just censored, but he is.)
Who else is scary? Religious fanatics.
I suppose I would be scary too, if I thought my only purpose in the world was to

a) kill the Jews
b) kill the gays
c) kill the Americans
d) take over Jerusalem while killing as many Muslims as possible.

One long-ass pistol.


You know who's always scared me? The Joker. He kills, he tortures, and he's just creepy.

The scariest thing about him is that I want to be just like him. I want to be able to just feel pain, and laugh. I don't care if it's a laugh full of pain, I just want to laugh. It'd also be cool to have a purple tuxedo, and one long-ass pistol.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Squirrels in my (Pants) on the Ground!

The telephone, the light bulb, the refrigerator, books, the wheel. What do these inventions common? They all affected mankind for the better, but not as much as pants. And now, I'll pay homage to Pants.




Squirrels in my Pants

The song Squirrels in my Pants is a hip hop story, telling of the incredible bond between a girl and her pants, and what happens when this line is crossed. As the Squirrels despicably enter the pants, the girl's body betrays her.


Ripped Pants

Ripped Pants tells a story of innocent pants, abused and torn by their abusive owner. When Spongebob takes advantage of his pants to "get the girl" and tear them to pieces, his pants go Hindu on him, and rip out his heart with claws of karma. He comes to realize that, in order to not end up a lonely reject under the sand, he must treat his pants with respect.


Pants on the Ground

Pants on the ground, Pants on the ground, Looking like a fool with your pants on the ground! With the gold in your mouth, hat turned sideways, pants hit the ground, you call yourself a cool cat

General Larry Platt, who fought alongside Martin Luther King Junior for rights, couldn't stop helping the world there. On the TV show American Idol, he reprimanded the modern style of sagging pants.





Jizz in my Pants


I won't like you, and neither will your pants. Control.










Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The bidding starts at $1.03...Coolside!

Not a very good picture quality, not a very good quality picture. But, I like it nonetheless. It's an octopus with an aura of psychedelia. Thank you, mandatory gym credit.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Bass Clarinet! It's better than sex! (I wouldn't actually know)

So, I have school tomorrow for the first time tomorrow after what seemed like years. But I'm fine with that. One thing that isn't so great is that I was practicing bass clarinet today. I was owning at it, too. But now I have to put it away, and I'm way too lazy to put it away. But yeah. I wrote a song or two too! I'm going to record and post them and all that fun stuff. But one has three parts, so I've yet to get them all aligned and perfect and that nonsense.

OH!

And I was thinking about my childhood and found it. The god of all chess computer games, Battle Chess. The pieces kill each other, like in Harry Potter.

Download it here

http://www.abandonia.com/en/downloadgame/308

The graphics might look horrible, BUT IT LOOKED SO COOL BACK IN THE DAY.

On a side note, last month today was Christmas.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

No, you can't

Three words no one likes to hear-especially teenagers. (I think)

These words can either deflate a balloon, or pump so much air into it that it pops.
..and that's all I can muster.

So I guess I'll talk about what's been going down. Nine days ago I had my first ever high school exam, and that seemed like FOREVER ago. After that there was a weekend, and MLK day. Then two more exams (exempt from band exam!), and a glorious five day weekend. Today is day four of the weekend, and that's just swell. Tomorrow's gonna be a chill day, and Tuesday's school. Kind of excited and kind of not for that.

Bloooooo

OH

I really hate Disney bands/music and stuff like that (except Phineas and Ferb, that's what's up).
But for some reason I just LOVE this song.

Low Day - Capra

(Low Day is the song, just in case I did that wrong)

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Fast Rap, Man

Wrong place, wrong time,
The scenery may be sublime,
Candy for you eye,
But there's pain in your mind,
In your heart, in your soul
The situation of old,
Was a sight to behold,
That blast from past,
Rocks your whole wide world.

You got the pain, but no gain,
It'll drive you insane
You fall from the stage,
You've got to move on,
You've got to move on,
Part of your heart lives there
But it feels so wrong
You're not one of them
You're just dirt on the gem
Brushed off, blown away,
What've you got to say?
No one will find out,
At least not today.

Wrong time, wrong place,
Too late to save face,
Too late to erase,
Your screaming disgrace,
The splendor, the tenor,
Of these four walls,
You've grown quite a bit, yet you feel so small
The ceiling comes down,
With a thundering sound,
Everything you aspired for, suddenly drowned,

What were you expecting, to forget your crime?
Well I got four words, wrong place, wrong time.

Fixed it.

My computer is fixed!

Monday, January 18, 2010

My computer has an auto-immune disorder?! Oh nose!

I don't even know how this happened. But right now my computer is frustrating me more than you. Yes, you.
Apparently I have 67 viruses, and my computer will crash, deteriorate, burn, hang itself, implode, explode, get the dementor's kiss, and slaughter the entire Uchiha Clan as well as the herons of the Serenes Forest if I don't download this Malware Protection. So I tried that, and all of a sudden there are naked women all over the desktop. (Undownloading and deleting.) That was a dumb move, but the anti-virus looked pretty legit. By the way, eighth graders who dress up like sluts at the movies aren't cool. Just saying.

Three virgins walk into a room. One walks out.

If I grew wings I'd jump off of something. I'd soar through the air and see everything below. I'd take a deep breath and swim through the air. I couldn't come down, everyone would say.
"Why does that person have wings?"
"He's a freak!"
"He's a victim!"
"He could be a weapon!"

If I had wings I'd sob. I'd miss every single person I know. Especially the ones I like. This is all pretty obvious though, and requires no critical thinking skills, so I don't know why I'm making you read it. But whatever.

Today I saw Sherlock Holmes! It was fantastic, just like the weather. The Beautiful, warm in January, reason I live here, NC weather. Very nice. I'd also like to say that the sky seemed perfect, like the water at Cayman Island. Much better than the last week.

Personally, I Prefer the Air.

When your eyes water

My heart aches

When your fist trembles

My heart breaks

Because I feel your pain

Our sobs coincide

You drive me insane

But I can’t get off the ride

I see you red in the face

You don’t say what’s wrong

And I can’t face

Your sad face very long

Your tears are rocks

Pelting me from above

But I love this pain

Because this pain is my love

Monday, January 11, 2010

Time Flies

How does a forty-five minute study session turn into ninety minutes of studying, and epic chess match, and dinner, complete with discussion?

Well, I'm not complaining.
I have to say, chess is the greatest game known to man. It's close to fire emblem, but fire emblem is a lot like chess anyway.

Math test tomorrow! woo?

Friday, January 1, 2010

My mind is fried.

So, the holiday break is almost over. This is sad news, like when marching band was ending. I want to end this as well as I can, but I also need to get work done. When I go back to school, I will most likely not have the ability to use a pencil. Even my blog posts are sucking. Sooooo.

Happy New Year!
Yes, it is a new decade.
And listen to some Marvin Gaye, he's the man.

Wow. well that was uncalled for

Hey. You know how you have that friend who thinks stupid shit is hilarious. I most definitely have friends like that. HEY HEY HEY. I'M GONNA GO ASK A SIXTH GRADER IF SHE WANTS YOUR DICK!

And now I've got someone four years younger than me probably soiling herself, and I look like a pedophile who's gonna rape a sixth grader. Ahh. So hey. Go punch your douchebag friend in the face. I'm sure they deserve it.