Things you should never say

"I think you owe Hitler an apology"

Dang it. That's all I can come up with right now. I'm pretty sure school destroyed my imagination.

EDIT: I just searched searched the first sentence of this entry in quotes on google. 4 results popped up. This blog was one of them.

Trailers / LOTR

I had a dream that there were large camper trailers made of wood from Yellowstone Park. They were big, and people could stand up while driving them. Some old man told me they were vintage and that they didn't make them anymore.

I watched Fellowship of the Ring last night. It has been a while since I have seen that movie. Watching it with my dad is fun, cause I get to explain what is going on and stuff. It makes me want to go LARPing, which I have never tried before. Authors renditions of wizards are interesting. I like Harry Potter, but it seems like it doesn't take much to cast spells. All it really takes is concentration, and the amount of spells are endless. They can even teleport aka "disaperate." The wizards in LOTR seem more wise, even though there is not that many spells they can do, like the ones in HP. I think wizards should work harder to do what they do. Not just to develop skills, but when any spell is cast, I think there should be some sort of payment, like mana. Wizards should harvest mana and store it in something that will allow them to cast spells. I could go on for hours, but you get the idea...whoever you are...

Random Thought

I woke up this morning with this thought in my head:

"The palm of my hand is like the nose of Moses, so when I slap you in the face, it's ok, because it is like Moses is rubbing his nose against your cheek."

It made more sense to me when I was barely awake than it does now.

Yet another BST update

It is Thanksgiving Break, which means we only had 2 days of school(which is one of the many things I am thankful for). And both days I won all of the BST games I was involved with.

Here are some available scores:
JJ vs. DH 0-3
PK(me) vs. HD, MC, DH 2-0, 2-0, 2,0.
and my streak continues...

Kill of the week goes to yours truly, for tagging MC and HD at the same time. Two birds, one stone, as they say.

Also, we have added a new weapon to the game: ANTHRAX!!! Simply slip a message into someones folder or backpack, and when they open it up to find that 7-letter word in all caps, they know they are IT. It obviously has it's flaws, but it does add a good twist to the game.

Happy Turkey-Day, party people!

Back-Stab-Tag Weekend Update

This week was a complete shut-out against HD aka "Hank da Tank". I won 5-0. However, I must say, even though he lost, HD gets top assassination of the week: Hiding under the table for two minutes after the substitute called roll and grabbing my leg when I was late to class. Well played! (I pathetically tagged him back at night when we happened to be at the same showing of the school musical.)

I have started 2 other games against MC and DH on Friday. It was a hard fight, but I managed to defeat DH, though MC won by default because I could just not find him.

This game is a success, I think, because there are other games being played that I have not been involved with. MC vs. HD and DH vs. JJ. The latter I had no participation of the initiation of the game. May the best ninja /assassin / spy win!

Dinseyland / Intervention

Act I: Last night's dream
I was walking through Disneyland with some friends, then I somehow got separated from the group. It was kinda scary. There were literally no people in the in sight, and the parking lot was empty. Suddenly, Walt Disney himself runs down the road away from a riot of people, and commands me to get into his van. He's freaking out and tells me "We are bankrupt." I'm thinking, what does he mean? What is he talking about? He responds to my confusion by saying something like "The theme park is a lie, the real money is in drug dealing." So while I was thinking about this dream I had, I came up with this conspiracy theory: The real reason Walt Disney made his own theme park was to make a safe place where he could sell drugs to the Mafia. That way, he would be safe, and nothing would go wrong.

Act II: The consequences of skipping school
So our school came up with this thing called intervention. It is a time where you can go to a class that you need help in, or go to a depressingly boring assembly. They don't keep attendance and it doesn't really matter what we do with that time, so my friends and I decide to ditch it. As we were walking toward my friends car, the administration sees us, start to walk toward us, and yell stuff like "gentlemen! where do you think you are going?" Without hesitation, we get in the car, and make a clean getaway, or so we thought. It was quite the adrenaline rush. Little did we know that someone from the administration took our their camera phone, took a picture of the license plate, and looked up some records. In the last period of the day, everyone involved with the escape was called down to the office. Luckily all of us had straight A's (except me, I had a B or something), so they didn't get too mad at us. They somewhat understood that we didn't really need intervention, but pointed out that other students did, and that we could help them by using the time to peer tutor. None of us had thought of that. Nevertheless, it is still a really funny story, at least I think so.

Burglers! / girls vs. video games

Last night I had a dream that I was home at night. I look out the window and saw a man on the roof of my neighbor's house with a mining light on his head. I thought to myself "Is that a robber?" I then saw another man on the ground walk up to the door and break the window of the door with a hammer. "Yes" I decided "They're definitely robbers." I then debated with myself whether or not this was 911 worthy. I looked at that house today. That door has no window.

Act II of this post: girls vs. video games

Women, if this title offends you, please continue to read so I can try to explain myself.

Video games are great. They will never let you down, send mixed messages, or make you feel awkward. They are great to be around, they are really entertaining, and they will ultimately never let you down. I'm not saying that girls are the opposite of video games. What I am trying to say, is that there is a CHANCE that girls will let you down. One of the greatest thing about video games is also it's greatest downfall: NO RISK. If you don't want to be emotionally hurt, play video games. But, the only time we can be happy, is when we sacrifice something, and making a sacrifice is a risk. As much as I want to, I can't marry video games. It is impossible to start a family and have children with Team Fortress 2 or Halo: Reach. Girls are great, but there are some that will let you down, and there are some that will never let you down for any reason. All in all, girls > video games.

I guess what I am trying to say is this. One of the reasons we boys play video games is because we are afraid of girls. That may be the nerdiest/geekiest/lamest thing you ever heard, but it is true. It is a way of protection ourselves, for our massive biceps and six-pack-abs are nothing compared with their mysterious impossible to understand brain and powerful emotions.

I'll let you in on a little secret, girls. As crazy as it sounds, you have more power than you think. More power than...dare I say it?...video games.

So here's to you, my two loves. May you both treat me well.

Exploding Microwaves and Backstab Tag

I had a dream there were 2 half-eaten krispy kreme doughnuts on the counter. They looked like my bite marks, so I decided to finnish one. It tasted kinda old, so I decided to microwave it, but instead of putting it in for 8 seconds like you are supposed to, I accidentally put it in for about 10, and as soon as it reached 9 seconds, my microwave timer when up a few hours, and electric bolts and sparks were flying everywhere. It was awesome, but scary, so I had to do something about it. I looked for a plug, but I didn't want to electrocute myself. Luckily, a friend of mine pulled it out of the extension cord. I thanked him, even though I kinda wanted to be the hero who stopped the microwave from exploding.

On another non-dream-related subject, me and a friend from school invented this game called ninja tag/ assassin tag / backstab tag. Basically, its a regular game of tag, played only by two people, and you can only tag the other person if they 1) don't see you and 2) don't know you are there. At the end of the day, if you are not it, you get a point, and at the end of the week, whoever has the most points wins. We started last Wednesday, and I beat him 2-1. I got him yesterday and am winning today (the other rule is that end of the day = midnight, but that is if you are hardcore enough to sneak into your friend's house at 11:30pm just to tag him, but at this point, usually if your at your house after-school and he's not around, you are safe). I must say, this game has made me become very aware of my surroundings.

The update no person waited for

So I decided to base this blog on dreams I have (cause I have no other good ideas), and post whenever I want. I won't strictly follow this rule though, this is my blog and I can do what I want with it. Anydangway, here is a sample:

Last night I dreamed I was in a foreign country like Israel, wandering off from the small city group. I came across some kinda highway and wondered which direction to go. A car with two adult women pulled over to me, because they must have thought I was lost or homeless. One of them handed me a crisp $20 bill. I said wanted to be polite so I said "No thanks, I don't need it." She said something like "C'mon be honest" and I said "I want it, but I don't need it." She smiles, laughs and says "well, that's good enough for me" and then hands me the $20 bill. She also offered me a blank check, I think, but I don't think I took it.

A while back, I had a lucid dream about having a jet pack. I think it's because I've been playing a little too much Halo: Reach. That's all I can think about right now.