Paintball

Well I just got back from paintball.

All I gotta say is:
Why do people like to headshot me? I got around 4 shots on the top of my head.


That is all.

Scared

Well, I didn't write anything on Friday so I guess one of you get to hunt me down and give me a cookie.

My excuse is I had to go to a Toga Rave on Friday which was... pretty good.
Me being me I decided that I could not be bothered finding/making a toga so I opted for the more ingenious option of wearing my Pi shirt.
Cause then I could go: "HEY! Toga....Pi. Togapi!" Much to the delight of me and one other person who kept on losing his partner. I suggested tying a rope around her but he seemed taken aback by this suggestion somewhat.
But I did wear a toga. It was quite small though. It was a tissue and stayed on my finger. Upon flourishing it I would give the excuse "Well, I had a Toga... but then I put it in the wash and it shrunk a bit."

So after many glowsticks and jumping in the pool later I eventually got home.
Which is good because I had Paintball the following morning.
Speaking of which I really should get ready for it.
I'll hit "E" for medic, "G" for Taunt, "Mouse 4" to turn the microphone on and I will shoot outside the battlefield to reload.

Pondering

It has been a month and a half since my last blog.

I am rather good at this game aren't I?

Anywho, as stated a month and a half ago I have moved house.... and it feels weird.
I mean, the time just flies by. I remembering coming here and feeling weird sleeping in the bedroom. I would always wake up and search blindly for the clock realising, after a few misplaced moments, that I had moved and the clock I was searching for was no longer to the right of my bed by now to the left.
It was weird.
It felt alien and now I regret to say, I have gotten used to this house.
Sure it is far inferior to my old house. It has no lawn, the backyard is tiny, I don't live (as my friend's constantly remind me) in Woodvale anymore, and my dog isn't allowed inside the house anymore.
But regretably, I have fallen into a routine. I was walking home the other day and the shocking realisation came that where I live I consider home.
The past 15 years of my life felt betrayed, all those wonderous memories were starting to fade, to make room for the new ones that will undoubtably be made in this....rather bland house.
My old house had character as well, this house seems cold and unresponsive. However this could just be in response to my attitude: I don't like the house and as such it doesn't want to be liked by me.
Somewhat intuative but still...

Anyway, moving away from my house and onto the subject of University.
Well, the first semester of University is nearing a close (the last day is tomorrow and then the dreaded exams start).
It went... fast.
I guess, when transitioned from High School to University you don't really notice the difference. I mean, the differences are obvious it is just that it is so different that your brain seems to go into shock. It is an extended holiday before you return to school, just another adventure to be had. But then you fall into a routine.
(The routine is the bane of the past remember.)
And your education has always been like that... and you start to forget how school life was.

It is rather depressing.
But University has been fun. I've spent the majority of my time playing Halo, getting to reunite with primary school buddies and generally not studying (I really should). University seems more slack than High School because, well it is more slack.
Sure you have a lot more material to learn in a shorter amount of time but it seems that the ratio actually sitting in lectures or doing labs to just hanging around is quite slim. Moreover, I'm sad to admit, that I've actually been dozing off in a number of Engineering lectures, something that never would have happened in High School (and not just because we didn't have Engineering as a subject in High School).


Anyway the Physics Book is beckoning and I have to do assignments *sigh* and I am not going to go off and play Team Fortress 2

*cough*

And I will write again!
Every Friday from now on!
And If I don't you have my permission to hunt me down and castrate me.... or give me a cookie.
Whichever one I feel like at the time
And I

As promised....

I am writing a Blog entry.
What fun.

Well today, as many of you are well aware of, is Good Friday.
Changing the date of Easter every year to keep us on our toes, the Pope gives a mass in honour of Jesus dieing... dying?

How do you spell dieing?
Because normally the rule is: Take away the 'e' and slap on an I, N, G.
Come becomes Coming, Write becomes Writing, Have becomes Having...
As in: I... err.... I Having the shop.
But diing just looks plain weird.
There is only one way to solve this problem.

TO GOOGLE
*runs off*

*comes back 5 minutes later*
Ah, apparently according to eclecticenglish.com:

Some verbs have irregular ing form

lie lying
die dying
travel Br. travelling
Am. traveling

Well that solves that problem, I am still a tiny bit perplexed what Br. travelling means though.

Oh yes, we are moving house this weekend. I am not sure the exact date but by this time next week I won't be in this house anymore which is somewhat surreal. I've lived in this house pretty much all my life and it has been good to me. It has always been sturdy and stood up tall in the face of danger. My only criticism to this wonderful current house is that it is a bit slutty. I mean, look at all that foundation.

Horrible puns and tangents aside I would like everyone's attention to be drawn to DRAGON BALL Z!
Just so y'all know i'm rewatching it.

And yeah, So I will now end this somewhat non humorous blog and either do some physics study or Reinstall Warcraft III.

Ciao

*sigh*

I'm not very good at this blogging thing am I?
I should set aside a time once a week where I can just blog but alas I am not organised.

Anywho, what has been new?
Nothing much, oh yeah, we sold our house so we will be moving away from our house of 15 years. It is rather emotional as it is a good house and has been nice to me.

But enough of this! I have a Calc test to study for and I promise I will write something on Friday.
If not...then.
Um...


Hm....


I will do a handstand! And I can't do handstands.

Uni

Well I just woke up yesterday morning and realised I had a Chem, Math, And Physics test next week.


Maybe I should actually open up my text book.


Oh and on a random note...does anyone actually read this?

*sigh*

All right all right, I'll post something.

University has just started to get hard. The plethora of information we wizzed by on the first week is now becoming increasingly important to our knowledge, unfortuantly we have all forgotten it.

So that pretty much sucks.
But in maths we are doing LINEAR ALGEBRA!
Dun Dun DUUUUUUUUUUUN!
Which is basically matrices, oh what fun.

Well seeing as I have nothing original to post here I will now leave you all with my Mario Kart peom that I wrote last year.
Enjoy. (Please enjoy, if you don't I will cut myself)
Speaking of cutting myself, I'm getting my head shaved tomorrow....just saying.

Anywho:

Hetic; Moving really fast.
All those hard corners to steer.
Cows and such whizzing past,
Whizzing right over your ear...
and by our karts.
By our karts they miss by centimetres,
We say "Damn that was close, got hit by peaches
with intent to kill. And homing too,
When I get one it is coming for you"

Hetic; Moving to and fro.
The first to cross the line will win.
But then again you never know,
someone might commit the cardinal sin
to stop and gloat.
To stop and rub it in our faces.
To say "When you finish all the places
will be taken up. I'll be first, you'll be last
and that is how it will come to pass"

But we, who are the righteous few,
continue, though we may not win.
We pause, pick up something blue.
It is the shell of a terrapin...
With wings attached.
Wings attached, A flying blue shell.
"Oh", we mutter, "This'll give you hell
and a thousand more!" as we let it fly
Flying, homing, whizzing by.

and as you get struck by that projectile
many more get sent to you.
POW block, Ink'd right in the eye,
lightning, shells and banana peels too,
no make that three
Three red shells, all heat seeking.
You shout "ARGH!" as the accelerator’s creaking
to actually start. Unfortunately for you
two more shells come, they are coloured blue.

And so we, the righteous ones
win the game, and come in first.
All the while we play for fun,
Satisfying our hunger, quenching our thirst
for something more.
Something more than repetition,
Some variety, oh this repetition
is such a bore. But the game has ended,
We shake hands, feuds are mended.