Thursday, February 21, 2013

Super chill

Today at school there was no school. Not technically, which I was incredibly happy about. Of course I did no homework last night, so I have to do it all tonight, and I am just not really feeling it right now. I'm not in the homework mood, I guess you could say.
Today at school it was Arts Fest, which boiled down to the basic idea is a day where our school gets to prove how alternative it is. Our school is based in science and math, or I'm pretty sure it is, because that's the vibe I've been getting from it my whole life. So today was a day where the school became 'artsy'. It was pretty goddam artsy.
It's all student run, and you sign up for the five activities you want...which are mostly food based. Unfortunately I didn't get any food activities, which was pretty disappointing, because I had really been looking forward to sushi making (now I'm happy I didn't take that because the sushi fell apart in the soy sauce and looked nasty).
I'm just gonna say it like this: I think I'm a pretty chill kid. Like not chill as in cool, but I'm chill because I don't give a shit about a lot of things. Usually I don't do much self judgement, but I've come to this realization today.
I took a Henna workshop, and none of my friends had ever done henna before, and being such a chill person I let them put the paste/paint stuff on my arm. I didn't know then that the stuff lasts three weeks or something awful like that. One kid couldn't get the paint out of the tube so she squeezed really hard and a giant blob got on my arm. Instead of taking the paint off, she smeared it on my arm, which was pretty upsetting at first. So then other people put their initials and their name on my arm, to complete the picture. At first it actually looked like I had wiped my ass with my arm and there were shit stains all over it, because it was naaassstty.
At another workshop, face painting, I made another bad decision. Everyone was doing tribal stripes and stuff on other peoples faces, so I did it to my friend. It looked kinda cool actually, so when she asked to do it to my face I was expecting at least a slight degree of coolness. Of course she just dotted and smeared random stuff on my face.
And then more stuff got added, including turquoise eyebrows, after I asked someone to fix what the other kid did.
Not a good decision.
I looked like the color wheel had eaten too many skittles and then threw up on my face. It was kind of disturbing actually.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Assassin's Creed

I'd like to discuss my favorite game ever.
To clarify, it's the only video game I play, unless you count World of Warcraft as a video game. Technically I never played Wow to its full potential because I never had the full version, and when I hit level 20 it cut me off and I was just running around killing boars in the forest which got really lame after like 3 hours. Yeah...I was pretty into that game over summer break '10. It's a break kind of game.
So anyway, the only game I play consistently is Assassins Creed. This is the game I play because unlike other games like Call of Duty, when I play it and I play badly I won't bring my brothers average down.
Why did I like Assassins Creed at first? Well, the main character for Assassins Creed 2 through Revelations was incredibly attractive. Like 80 years passed through out the three games and Etzio never aged. It was crazy. Also finishing missions was incredibly addicting, expect whenever there was something too hard for me to do I'd have my brother finish the mission for me. He got incredibly pissed off and one day he announced he would never help me again. Which was pretty mean of him.
I'm a little disappointed in AC 3 because it's in america, and because its all about the revolutionary war and stuff like that it's kind of lame. The only cool thing is that you can climb every tree. EVERY TREE. But it's funny because when you were the white templar character he couldn't climb the tree, but then when you started playing as the native american guy, who has this really long complicated name but calls himself Connor, can climb trees. I find this aspect of the game incredibly offensive to my race, and discriminates against the average caucasian.
I was just joking.
Now that my parents find whatever I say ever offending I have to say when I'm joking, because nothing can me insinuated now.
That is all.

After the Pause

There's been a huge gap in my writing, almost two weeks I'm pretty sure. I have nothing to write about. I mean, I could write about the Winter Formal dance that was last weekend or about all the unfair things teachers did this week, or anything I want. But I just haven't.
My parents found out about my blog when I casually mentioned it, which is a stupid mistake on my part. But stuff happens, so it's all good.
My dad thought I sounded like a jerk, and my mom thinks that everyone in the internet is only there to rip you off in someway. Her thought progression went something like: comment on blog post, follow blogger, chat with you, find your address, go to your house, steal all the things.
I think she also talked about how this blog will ruin my future and about all the pedophiles cruising the interweb during her ten minute lecture.
So anyway, I considered ending this blog, seeing that I don't really do much on it, and all the people who read this I know, so I could tell them about the things I write here, but in person. But then I realized that I'm having fun writing this, so that's all that counts. Right? I write this blog to create a more mature writing style....not. Not at all.
So I think I'll start blogging more again. Yep.