*twitch* kill *twitch* *drool*
haha. can you imagine video games in the future? it's like a pair of sunglasses...your parents walk in, your jumping up and down as if your on fire...
Parents: what the hell are you doing???
Kid: I'm playing Tony Hawk special Limited Edition Bicentennial compilation! *jumps, falls* oooh, that's minus 500 points..."
Parents: i thought tony hawk died!
Kid: right, well, it's Tony Hawk IV with the origional Tony Hawk's head in a jar of formaldehyde...but what's the difference?
it'd be funny is what i'm saying. or Super Mario 87:
*as kid is kicking the shit out of apparently thin air* "YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! SPIT FIRE NOW, YA FUCKIN' BITCH!"
life is good. sometimes. Girl-That-I-Like still pretty much ignores me...not without merit, however...i was kind of a jackass today. Ryan and his girl friend (as opposed to girlfriend) came over, we all had a good time...i have my M-16! obviously not a real one, i got it from party city. that place is awesome. it looks more like an M-4 but it's still awesome. i tricked it out...i mated the scope off of my old P.O.S paintball gun to the thing, added some lead weights inside the casing to get the feel right, covered the thing in black...so it's pretty cool. Ryan wants me to do his, too, but what i want to do is get an actual hunting scope from Wal-Mart and put it on mine. that'd be the shiznit. i can't wait for halloween...i suppose i'm going to derek's party. i have to ask him weather or not i can bring my "prop". if Raphie is going, then yes, because he's Osama for halloween. but i have some interesting practical jokes. maybe go to kelley's house and SET IT ON FIRE?!?? nah. i have to rig something up to hold my pillowcase/candy receptacle. maybe something inside the jacket...? i'll figure something out. got some work done on the Trebuchet, i just need my dad to cut the boards (he doesn't trust me around power tools :P)
i'm trying very hard to get out of business applications...but this stupid son-of-a-bitch teacher is like, "see guidance." "can i have a pass to guidance?" "no!"
i have to start on my english project. i suppose i'll just type it here, and then transfer it to microsoft word and save it to my disk when i go to the lab tomorrow. that would be the easiest. let me start:
Title: Why People Need to Wake Up and Smell the Coffee.
You live, you die...but what happened in between? People go through life so nonchalantly...so ignorant of how little it matters weather or not they have their ritualistic morning donut.
...that's all i've got.
i'm screwed.
ricky
Parents: what the hell are you doing???
Kid: I'm playing Tony Hawk special Limited Edition Bicentennial compilation! *jumps, falls* oooh, that's minus 500 points..."
Parents: i thought tony hawk died!
Kid: right, well, it's Tony Hawk IV with the origional Tony Hawk's head in a jar of formaldehyde...but what's the difference?
it'd be funny is what i'm saying. or Super Mario 87:
*as kid is kicking the shit out of apparently thin air* "YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! SPIT FIRE NOW, YA FUCKIN' BITCH!"
life is good. sometimes. Girl-That-I-Like still pretty much ignores me...not without merit, however...i was kind of a jackass today. Ryan and his girl friend (as opposed to girlfriend) came over, we all had a good time...i have my M-16! obviously not a real one, i got it from party city. that place is awesome. it looks more like an M-4 but it's still awesome. i tricked it out...i mated the scope off of my old P.O.S paintball gun to the thing, added some lead weights inside the casing to get the feel right, covered the thing in black...so it's pretty cool. Ryan wants me to do his, too, but what i want to do is get an actual hunting scope from Wal-Mart and put it on mine. that'd be the shiznit. i can't wait for halloween...i suppose i'm going to derek's party. i have to ask him weather or not i can bring my "prop". if Raphie is going, then yes, because he's Osama for halloween. but i have some interesting practical jokes. maybe go to kelley's house and SET IT ON FIRE?!?? nah. i have to rig something up to hold my pillowcase/candy receptacle. maybe something inside the jacket...? i'll figure something out. got some work done on the Trebuchet, i just need my dad to cut the boards (he doesn't trust me around power tools :P)
i'm trying very hard to get out of business applications...but this stupid son-of-a-bitch teacher is like, "see guidance." "can i have a pass to guidance?" "no!"
i have to start on my english project. i suppose i'll just type it here, and then transfer it to microsoft word and save it to my disk when i go to the lab tomorrow. that would be the easiest. let me start:
Title: Why People Need to Wake Up and Smell the Coffee.
You live, you die...but what happened in between? People go through life so nonchalantly...so ignorant of how little it matters weather or not they have their ritualistic morning donut.
...that's all i've got.
i'm screwed.
ricky