"I Really Wish Master Chief Hadn't Dropped Acid"

Today was marginal. I got new headphones, bitchin' sound. I watched "Pi: Faith in Chaos" it was okay. Other than that the main source of excitement came from a rather interesting match of Halo 3. At least five people on my team had bad connection. So lag was filling the game. The game was glitching out hardcore. People were getting assassinated from the front, people were getting sticky medal for using a frag grenade. Mass hysteria. But other than that not much happened. 

Pi: Faith in Chaos Part 1

>Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

btw: (In case you couldn't tell all of the btw's are just a creative outlet) I went outside to get the mail and there was a paramedic outside of the house with the dead grass. The third time this week. The old man that lived in that house apparently had a weak heart. I over heard the paramedics when they were coming out of his house. "I say next time we get a call for this place we don't show up. He's not going to make it next time anyway." He was slowly dying and they didn't care.

Attack of the 60ft Lesbian Octopus

Today was mostly a horrendous day. First period good, second period

good, third period good, fourth period good, fifth period awful. I

found out that  I now have a 51% in my 5th period. But no worries i

can make up all of my missing work for half credit. on the other side

of today I hung out at hanks and listened to Does It Offend You, Yeah?

my new favorite band. We laid down some hardcore brawl games and

beat No More Heroes.

btw: I look out my window and notice that the many flowers below

my window are in bloom. I look across the street and notice that my

neighbor's lawn is brown and has lost all hope for recovery. I look

next door and notice that my neighbor's lawn is at least nine inches

tall, perhaps it will get cut this week. The same was said last week.

How can people around me make me ashamed of where I live? How

can I allow other people make me ashamed of myself?

Cinco de Mayo

Homemade tamales. This is what my Cinco de mayo consisted of. Well that and an essay on how television affects American politics. I started working my gift for my mom for this mother's day. My mom's favorite live production of all time is Hair. Hair is a musical set in NYC during the mid 60s. The music is trippy to say the least. So I found her old vinyl of the original broadway recording so i got the bright idea to record it to my computer so i can put it on a CD for her. So i record side 1 and save it as an mp3. I recored all of side 2, all 25 minutes of it and i forget to save it. So now I have half a gift and my mom isnt going to be out of the house from now until mothers day.

btw: What ever happened to the crickets in my neighborhood? I can hear them off in the far in the distance, but the sounds of cars speeding up and down the main avenues near my house, the sheriff helicopters flying above the section eight housing overpower the sweet sound of crickets in my neighborhood. The families behind my home fight into the early morning. The peace that once filled my neighborhood has disappeared.

Peace