Thursday, November 25, 2004

   4-day weekend, SHA!!!
The plasma sword came whizzing through the air only to meet Tartarus' hammer. The chief knew his strength wouldnt win the deadlock, so he withdrew. But Tartarus knew he would, so he brought the weapon of death over his head, then arching with power the hammer down to the floor. John evaded the lethal blow, then observed the debris float around the room, Tartarus was reconstructing the hallway to his will. If the Spartan slipped once into one of these potholes, he would be finished for sure. John grinned as he ran up the shaft of the hammer and summoned all strength possible into a single blow and kicked the gorilla on the jaw, where armored plating didn't actually cover is body. He moved as a burning blur, moving as a invisible lethal phantom. The chief was going to win this tough battle withh speed, if he stayed alive long enough. "DEMON YOUR ANTICS WILL SOON CEASE!!! I AM TIRED OF THIS!" Tartarus screamed, rattling the debris floating in the air. The lights began to shine again, throughout the hallway. When the light illuminated the surroundinig, both contestants stoof in a boxing deadlock stance, perhaps a meter from eachother. Silence filled the hallway, except for Cortana injecting more adrenaline into John's bloodstream through is admirable suit. John's mind became filled with the teachinigs of chief Mendez, his combat instructor that finally perished in the glassing of Reach. Mendez taught him everything to know about hand to hand combat, every body part is like a chess piece, and the goal is check-mate. Tartarus grabbed some rubble and hurled it at the chief, who dodged the projectile. Tartarus roared as he came into body length of John, going in fr the kill. Tactics raced through John's mind and he finally concluded his plan. The brute's hand reached for John's neck , he evaded and grabbed the gorilla's fist, then flung his body around to the back of Tartarus (through zero g) and embraced himself on the colossal monster's back. John pummled the base of Tartarus' skull, John unleashed hell on the brute's most vital body part. Only a few moments and Tartarus grabbed the Spartan's calf and gripped it tight, although drowsy and light headed, he still knew how to finish John. Tartarus pulled John from his back and swung him around the weightless hallway, and created a crater from John's landing onto the floor. Even though the Spartan had embraced for impact, he endured considerable damage to his back, probably crushing some of his ribs. John grasped for air, and clutched his chest once again. He resumed the battle by slowly getting to his feet while Tartarus tried to regain full consiousness. The chief's blood was feeling hotter than ever before, his body pulsed and so did his arms. Puffing severely, the chief picked up the shotgun and pumped it, he flew through the weightless air and was quick to get in position. Tartarus was now having severe loss of vision and feeling light headed. Dead bodies of Jackals, Grunts, and Elites heard the astounding roar of gas pressure of as a mode of percussive acceleration. Then several pumps to refresh the clean chamber. "Demon, you might have...defeated me...but the prophets..will..not rest until your...death is assured..." A final click f the pump and the legend was silenced in death. John stood there, adrenaline fading away, pain setting in as an eagle on its prey. His mental power was that of a sedated man's/child, he blinked his eye's several times and heard Cortana calculating escape routes, but he did not care. Blood trickled down the stained armor, this blood has withstood so many battles. "Cortana, you have assisted me so many times, I thank you...I'm so very tired, tell Halsley I'm sorry..." The Chief floated through the air and finally hit the ground, still muttering into t the unknown...
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004

   Feelin' not so good...
John slid among the walls as an invisible plague, with intentions to decipacitate anyone posing a threat. A tool used throughout the Spartan's life was his motion sensor, this tool had perhaps saved his life many times. John came to a slowed stop, observing the transiet contact on his faithful sensor. He read a group of jackals and grunts hastily running down the adjacent hallway. He waited for them to pass, soon they would run into an atomshpere that didn't support the necessary gasses that allow the aliens to live, compliments of Cortana. The chief resumed his silent quest down the hallway to the reactor. He finally passed through the long corridor. Only to find an amazing site. The legendary brute, Tartarus, stood directly 2 meters in front of John. His body was littered with scars, his fur color was white, and his eyes were crimson red, burning with hate. In Tartarus' hand rested a giant hammer, and at the end was an electrical current lashing out at the air. The Spartan had lost the battle before it started. How did Tartarus know of the Chief's plan to detonate the reactor? John almost forgot that he was holding his shotgun. He cocked the shotty, then fired continously at the brute's face. The chief backed up as he fired to run-the only tactical option. Tartarus stood there unflinching, he laughed at the Chief with dsigust. "Hahaha, Demon your tactics offend me! Now witness your destined death!" Tartarus bellowed. Tartarus wielded his ton hammer as if it were a nothing to worry about. The giant piece of mass was thrown at high speeds directly into the chief's solarplex, sending John airborne through the hallway. John's whole life flashed before him, from the time he was a little boy to now. John seemed to float for decades when he finally hit the floor. The Spartan didn't scream, but he only clutched his chest in immense pain, the sound of him gasping for air sounded. The chief's mobility was equal to a paralyzed man. Cortana kept monitoring his biosign annd encouraged hihm to hold on, but he was unreachable. He was now seeing the holy tunnel he had always sought but never found. He laid on the floor, lifeless. The Spartan sensed internal bleeding and knew this could be his last mission. Right there on the cold floor, he heard something, he heard the departed spartans encouraging him to get up, and fight like no other. John's adrenaline coursed through his veins, welcoming godlike power to every part of his existence. Tartarus began thinking of how to finish his prized catch off, when the chief flipped onto his feet with his shotgun and shot the anti-gravity switch, then pumped a shell into the illuminating lights. "Demon! Your tricks will never decieve me, stop your feint attempts!" roared the beast. The chief ran along the wall and flipped onto the gorilla and pumped his shotty several times at the base of Tartarus' neck, momentarily disorienting him. Tartarus regained momentum and blindly swung his hammer in an 180 and obliterated the wall like paper. Tartarus looked around and saw Spartan 117 lunging in for the kill with an energy sword....

yea feelin kinda sick latley, well its the winter season...w/e...
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Saturday, November 20, 2004

   THIS SATURDAY SUCKS....
I got the worst haircut in my life, im so pissed off. At least i have Halo 2. Yea my girlfriend isnt talking to me at all right now and im really mad at her. She doesnt understand at all. This whole week had bad days in it, lets hope i dont go crazy. Theres a feeling in my head in my head and sometimes i almost faint when i stretch or something, yea talk about weird. Lately i cant think straight, maybe its all these hormones hitting me at the same time, who knows? maybe when i hit my headd onn #40 from lynnwood i crakced my neck and i can die at any moment, who knows? Aw I HAVE A HEADACHE!right now life is hell
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Friday, November 12, 2004

   Bought Halo 2, chillin on my 4 day weekend...
Yea Halo 2 is killer. Everything about it is just perfect. Especially those Brutes man...they arent that tough, in packs they are deadly, they ill shred you even if you have a plasma sword...THE GAME IS CRAZY, GOTTA GO PLAY IT NOW! viva la bungie
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Monday, November 8, 2004

   Its Monday, no homework...
The chief glimpsed at his motion sensor and saw a fast blurring motion closing in on him and anton. Something wasn't right. The chief braced for what was about to happen, his mind racing. In a split second, the being disappeared. A gurgling sound hit the air, the sound of blood being spilt. The chief turned around, and saw a brute slitting Anton's throat. "NOOO, goddammit!" the chief hesitated, he was stunned that the brute got to Anton so easily. This brute was different from the rest. Anton's hand batted at the head of the brute, trying to become free, but it was useless. The more the spartan struggled, the more the brute laughed. Anton's body became a lifeless doll, dangling on the brute's forearm. The chief was horrified, he had never seen the covenant wipe a spartan out so easy. The chief grabbed his smg, loaded a new cartirdge in, and never looked back. The chief pumped round after round into the face of the brute. The brute became enraged, it threw Anton's body to the floor like a dirty rag. The brute roared loudly, the chief used this time to back up. But the brute knew the chief's tactics, he charged the spartan, missing him just barely. the chief did a acrobatic jump,spinning, kicking the brute with all his strength to the base of the skull, the brute turned around, grabbed the chief's incoming kick and didn't let go. John tried busting the brute's knee with everything he could think of, but the brute's body endured it. The brute laughed, then swung the chief around the hallway like a child, then finally slamming him into the alloy wall. When john fell to the ground rubble fell with him. John gasped for air, blinking his eyes and trying to feel his body. He felt like he had just been hit by a train. The brute was closing in on John again, the spartan was his new play toy. John felt so cold. His body as being lifted in the air, perhaps taken somewhere, he could only see blurrs. He felt his body being set up against the wall, the brute the began punching the chief in the chest, making the chief wince in pain. He was being manhandled. John snapped out of paralysis, he clicked the plasma grenade on, and waited. The brute went in for another uppercut on the chief, but john evaded and dug the grenade into the brute's back, backed up and observed as the brute's back melted. The brute yowled in pain and the chief picked up his fallen smg and fired into the brute's spine. John's bloody face finally grinned. Blood spilled all over the chief, the brute yelling in pain. The chief walked out of the hallway moments later and stared at the fallen corpses of covenant and marines. Soon he would snap, after all no soldier can take it forever...
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Sunday, November 7, 2004

   MY WEEKEND SUCKS!
Spike leaping his way to the dangerous Vincent, Vegeta fighting on the brink of death versus Kid Buu, Vash when he finally reached his breaking point in "Diablo", Gene whipping out the rocket launcher and shooting the following disciples, animatrix-program, the woman samurai unleashinig her rage in one cutdown shattering the ancient tiles from their homes, and the infamous younger toguro versus yusuke. These all have crazy climaxes. I'm that kind of anime fan. The intense animes give me a thrill. From the crazy acrbatic battles in DBZ to the space battles in Gundam Wing, it's the only thing i look for in anime.
Im kinda pissed cuz the girl i liked ditched me last night for her family but she didnt call me to tell me she wasnt going t make it, so i waited and waited. yeah kinda pissed. lo que...
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Thursday, November 4, 2004

   results of the game...
my best game yet. I honestly think that this game/life tested me. And i passed. Every part on my body ached with pain, yet i had to go in and play-i fought harder than i ever have before. my hands were nearly black and purple from the bruises. Joints burning, palms throbbing, i knocked their fullback onto chill street-YEA I AM PROUD! In football you have to go the extreme, unlock your rage and dont think, just kick the crap out of the runningback. there's a state of mind that is called rage, all you do is tear everything around you to pieces, until nothing is left. Now onto basketball-hehe.

Forgotten..
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won’t escape me
But why should I care

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won’t escape me
But why should I care

There’s a place so dark you can’t see the end
(Skies cock back) and shock that which can’t defend
The rain then sends dripping / an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes shut / looking though the rust and rot
And dust / a spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won’t escape me
But why should I care

In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up

Moving all around / screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind
Street lamps, chain-link and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper’s crumpled up it can’t be perfect again

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won’t escape me
But why should I care

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won’t escape me
But why should I care

In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up

Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I’m telling you that
I see it right through you

Never let yourself be forgotten...for the soldiers...
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Tuesday, November 2, 2004

last fb game tomorrow...
Let the higher entities give me the power to pen a case of whoop-ass tomorrow. Lately i am banged up beyond recognition, but im gonna kill anybody that comes in my path. My coach knows i have rage in me somewhere, and rarely in practice i have let it out. When i did i injured people, but the rage is so hard to find. For me i have to say to myself, nobody will overcome me, i am not going down and if i do i take somebody with me. Im hopin that i do well tomorrow-give me strength
Song of the day; KyuR 4 th e iTch
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Monday, October 25, 2004

   Open your eyes...
LINKIN PARK LYRICS

"Dedicated"

I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
People don't talk about keeping it real
It's understood that they actually will
And intoxicated and stimulated emcees
Staring in the trees, paranoid, are gone in the breeze
Watch them flee, hip-hop hits
Take a walk with me and what you'll see
Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax
And the sky beyond you is krylon blue
And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme
And emcees have left materialism behind them
Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what you will, and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night

[CHORUS]
Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same
And dedicated to the people advancin' the game
What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

I've seen a lot of shit, I've talked to a bum
Out on sunset strip, he asked me "How would you feel
If everybody acted like you didn't exist
You'd lose your grip, probably eventually flip."
So let it be known, the only reason that we do this
Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
While emcees fight to see who can be the commonest
Be floatin overhead like a space odyssey monolith
Over seeing the game, over being part of the same ol' thing
It's all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain
And acidic rain and promises that you won't do it again
Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what you will, and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night

[Chorus]

Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide

[Chorus]

This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same
And dedicated to the people advancin' the game
What's real, everybody who doesn't feel safe
What's real, everybody who knows they're out of place
What's real, anybody with nowhere to run
Who hides in the shadows waiting for the sun

Awesome song, written by Mike Shinioda of the LPu street team, of the soldiers...I pledge....
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Friday, October 22, 2004

   It's Friday...
Oh man what a day....
Math class was extremely tough, maybe because it was 1st period and it was a sub teaching the class, but idk-these days i can't perform well in math class. Whatever.
Then there was third period, strength training-oh man that was tough, not the ab workouts or weight training but the game we played afterward. It was an elimination game where there are two guys with small balls that can go really fast. It was so hard against these upperclassmen, since they ganged on me it kinda sucked. Whatever.
At least lunch was good.
Then we had 5th period (spanish for me), and it as surprsingly good because i actually have a good teacher, but then we had a lockdown...its where the whole freakin building locks up cuz some dude in albertsons sht a dude don the road, *ugh*. Whatever.

Sorry i havent posted in a while, schools been hard, peace out.
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