Thanks to my cousin, i am now addicted to the only movies of Castle. While i was on the coputer one day, he came to me and said, "Dude you have to check out this cool series." I was a little annoyed of how he filled in my answer. I had been planning to go to bed, but in his head, he heard, "Sure! Go ahead! I have all the time I need!" So he went to google, typed in Castle series, and began to jump and jitter as he rappidly cliked the mouse, waiting to show me the "the series from God."
When he finaally made the last click, anm interesting picture was on my screen. It was called Castle II. i hit "Play" and leaned back, expecting a crapppy stick figure presentation. It wasn't so bad after all. Hell, it was good! I rapidly clicked away, looking for Castle III and watched the rest of the series (the creator hasn't finished though)
The second castle starts off with a guy in a chopter, flying in a deserted world. Then, the copter lands and he hops out, along with several uzi's and a sword. Anyway, he goes into a castle, fights off a ton of monsters, and gets a book on an altar. He quickly meets back up with the copter, and takes off, killing creatures on his tail. Turns out (The third Catle reveals the story line) that he was in another universe. With the books he gathers from the castles, he plans to save earth from its tragic state. The books become harder the find, and tyhe action greatly increases. May i mention that i think this series is so freakin' cool, I like it as much as Halo! That's a lot! Anyway, to see this series, just type in Castle series for google, and it will come up. If you stil cant find it, go to stickpage.com and then try their search. they have it so you can see it. Hope you like it. P.S. the reason i dint mention the first is because it sucks graphic wise. You can find it though somewhere.
Here's th site: www.stickpage.com
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
Unlucky?
I must admit, i whine a lot about how unlucky i can be. usually, something completely out of the ordinary wil happen to me, and that is something really strange....or really bad. Not that i am extremely unlucky, it's just that God decided to put 2 cups of unluck in my ingredients of life. I do know this. Or at least i hope this. there is some poor sap out that who is even unluckier than me. Poor loser.
If you don't believe me, here is some proof. One day in fourth or third grade, i was sitting outside with my friends. We were out in the middle of the playground when a bird decided to empty its bladder just above my head. this is not what makes me unlucky, 'cause this happens to people a lot. but the next thing is what makes me trluy unlucky. i had gone inside to clean off the feces. I went back outside, where my friends were laughing.... really hard, too. Then just as i was coming over, ANOTHER bird decided its bladder was full, and ddop a dump. As you probably guessed, the scat landed on target: my head. for a while my friends stared, suprised. then, one of them said, "wow that REALLY sucks!" They laughed and laughed... and laughed. they never stopped. i went to clean off the second glob of gunk .
another unforunate tale: When i was in middle school, i was talking to my friends. I dropped a quarter and went to retrieve it. Another friend who was talking to his other friends, saw it and picked it up. He is not mean, just really goofy. i go to get it back, btu he draws back. i can tell he's kidding, so we pretend to fight. at one point, he tries to fake kick me in my groin. this happens just as i reached down to grab my dropped quarter. He hits me, like a ball hitting a bat. I fall on the ground, sure that my name has gone from chris to Christina. the boy, not realizing what he had done, started to joyfully laugh. Then he realized the crime he had commited. "holy crap," he said. "Did I..... Oh dang, man i'm sorry!" I coughed out a "No prob," but it came out as "Po Prop"
This was not a really unfortunate event, but it still happened.
Last one i can currently recall: I was working on a science project (I was at my school) and i had typed out five full paragraphs. i was just about to hit the save button, when my computer died. I almost died. Calmly, however, i kept my cool, and asked fro a new computer. Sure, this happens to EVERYONE, but never the following. the teacher had given me a new, but low-battery computer. it was the only one she had left. So she gave me a charger and told me to plug it in. I was sitting in a corner, out of harm's way. Or so i thought. I had again reached my fith paragraph. i went for the save button. (I had remembered to hit it before on the third paragraph the second time around.) then, out of pure clumsiness, a classmate comes over, and pulls the chord from the socket. She had been walking to the door and tripped. i was not near the door. Unfortunately, she had ripped the chord from its home while the file was saving. Hence, the file was damaged and couldn't be re-opened. I stayed away from the computers, and typed it all at home.
this is not al that makes me unlucky. there are thousand of stories, and those were pretty mild. but i can't complain... too much. I got some luck! At least i hope.
If you don't believe me, here is some proof. One day in fourth or third grade, i was sitting outside with my friends. We were out in the middle of the playground when a bird decided to empty its bladder just above my head. this is not what makes me unlucky, 'cause this happens to people a lot. but the next thing is what makes me trluy unlucky. i had gone inside to clean off the feces. I went back outside, where my friends were laughing.... really hard, too. Then just as i was coming over, ANOTHER bird decided its bladder was full, and ddop a dump. As you probably guessed, the scat landed on target: my head. for a while my friends stared, suprised. then, one of them said, "wow that REALLY sucks!" They laughed and laughed... and laughed. they never stopped. i went to clean off the second glob of gunk .
another unforunate tale: When i was in middle school, i was talking to my friends. I dropped a quarter and went to retrieve it. Another friend who was talking to his other friends, saw it and picked it up. He is not mean, just really goofy. i go to get it back, btu he draws back. i can tell he's kidding, so we pretend to fight. at one point, he tries to fake kick me in my groin. this happens just as i reached down to grab my dropped quarter. He hits me, like a ball hitting a bat. I fall on the ground, sure that my name has gone from chris to Christina. the boy, not realizing what he had done, started to joyfully laugh. Then he realized the crime he had commited. "holy crap," he said. "Did I..... Oh dang, man i'm sorry!" I coughed out a "No prob," but it came out as "Po Prop"
This was not a really unfortunate event, but it still happened.
Last one i can currently recall: I was working on a science project (I was at my school) and i had typed out five full paragraphs. i was just about to hit the save button, when my computer died. I almost died. Calmly, however, i kept my cool, and asked fro a new computer. Sure, this happens to EVERYONE, but never the following. the teacher had given me a new, but low-battery computer. it was the only one she had left. So she gave me a charger and told me to plug it in. I was sitting in a corner, out of harm's way. Or so i thought. I had again reached my fith paragraph. i went for the save button. (I had remembered to hit it before on the third paragraph the second time around.) then, out of pure clumsiness, a classmate comes over, and pulls the chord from the socket. She had been walking to the door and tripped. i was not near the door. Unfortunately, she had ripped the chord from its home while the file was saving. Hence, the file was damaged and couldn't be re-opened. I stayed away from the computers, and typed it all at home.
this is not al that makes me unlucky. there are thousand of stories, and those were pretty mild. but i can't complain... too much. I got some luck! At least i hope.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Too Nice, Or Too Annoying?
my friends tell me alot that I am too nice. Although this may sound impossible, it is true. My relatives say that being too nice is not possible, you can just be annoying. I say, "Sorry" for things i don't do, "Thank You" when i recieved nothing, and "Need any Help?" when they are talking or working on something simple.
When i was in 6th grade, we would write cards to each other. It would help us grow closer and be respectful. When the people read the cards, they would not mention the person's name. Instead, people would raise their hands as he/she went along. at the end, he/she would let people guess who the person was. Usually it took a while, guessing the person.
I had waited for some time when another classmate came up. Note: he was not rude, just truthful. Trying not to give away my name he starts off with: "Dear faithful servant of God," and begins to read. I did not know this was about me, so i listened carefully. At one point, my classmate says, "Although you sometimes say sorry a lot of the time for things you don't do..." Everyone's hand shot up, eager to tell (NOT GUESS) who it was. At the end, he looked up and started to laugh at how many people were raising their hands (hence, everyone.) I shrank in my desk as someone sadi my name. I have remembered that embarissing moment ever since.
If your are wondering what i am talking about, i'll reveal the secret. Every time i'll barely touch anyone, I say, "Sorry!' I was once told that i say it like i just killed someone and was going to kill myself. Even worse, i once was standing next to someone, and they dropped their books. I almost immediately said, "Oh sorry. I din't mean to!" The person looked up at me with a confused look. "For what?" "Knocking over your books," I replied. Now the person looked at me as if i was a alien. "You... didn't touch me." "Oh, okay. Sorry." I said soory for bothering her. Then she started to look angry. "STOP SAYING SORRY!" Yeah, she was mad. "Sorry." Oops. She hit me on the head, then walked away, furious.
Now you see my horrible curse. Isn't it just terrible? I mean come on'! How bad can it be? Oh - I guess i should stop whining. Sorry. Oops i said it again. Sorry. Dang it! Sorry it won't happen again. AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
When i was in 6th grade, we would write cards to each other. It would help us grow closer and be respectful. When the people read the cards, they would not mention the person's name. Instead, people would raise their hands as he/she went along. at the end, he/she would let people guess who the person was. Usually it took a while, guessing the person.
I had waited for some time when another classmate came up. Note: he was not rude, just truthful. Trying not to give away my name he starts off with: "Dear faithful servant of God," and begins to read. I did not know this was about me, so i listened carefully. At one point, my classmate says, "Although you sometimes say sorry a lot of the time for things you don't do..." Everyone's hand shot up, eager to tell (NOT GUESS) who it was. At the end, he looked up and started to laugh at how many people were raising their hands (hence, everyone.) I shrank in my desk as someone sadi my name. I have remembered that embarissing moment ever since.
If your are wondering what i am talking about, i'll reveal the secret. Every time i'll barely touch anyone, I say, "Sorry!' I was once told that i say it like i just killed someone and was going to kill myself. Even worse, i once was standing next to someone, and they dropped their books. I almost immediately said, "Oh sorry. I din't mean to!" The person looked up at me with a confused look. "For what?" "Knocking over your books," I replied. Now the person looked at me as if i was a alien. "You... didn't touch me." "Oh, okay. Sorry." I said soory for bothering her. Then she started to look angry. "STOP SAYING SORRY!" Yeah, she was mad. "Sorry." Oops. She hit me on the head, then walked away, furious.
Now you see my horrible curse. Isn't it just terrible? I mean come on'! How bad can it be? Oh - I guess i should stop whining. Sorry. Oops i said it again. Sorry. Dang it! Sorry it won't happen again. AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
Sunday, February 4, 2007
My Grandmother
My grandmother passed away recently. She died of cancer in a nursing home. It's hard to think about it. but i would feel bad if i didn't talk about it.
She had gone in for a checkup. That's when they found the cancer. they did surgery, and they thought it had gone away. Because they had removed part of her pancreas, she ahd to take insulin. She took it often, especially when she didn't need it. it would drop her blood sugar, and she'd become weak. Several times, my grandfather would call and report zombie'like motions from her. She had to go to the ER several times. IT was scary the way she acted. I t hought it was getting kind of old after a while tough.
Yet when she went it for another checkup a long time later, they found the cancer. It had returned, and it was pissed. It was a stage four cancer, meaning it was spreading, and they couldn't stop or remove it. this time it was serious. they gave her six months tops. We all waited in fear. it was scary. But then six months passed. she was out in a nursing home, and was well taken care of.i had spent about a month spending time with Nana. she was weak. sometimes she looked dead. we all started to get tired of waiting. We thought we were prepared for when she passed away. i was watching TV when my dad's phone rang. he answered, and i heard him say "Hey dad. How you doing? She what? Oh god, dad i'm sorry. Have you told Jen (my mom)? Alright i'll give her the phone." I sat there, frozen, scared and confused.
I knew what had happened. She ha ddied, yet why now? we had just gotten home from seeing her. We didn't want to leave, but i had missed too much school. We had to go. It was an hour from her house to mine. I went upstairs. my sister had been sleeping with my mom. My dad told her to get out. When she came out of the room, she looked at me, startled. I said in a croaky voice, "She's....... gone."
Then she looked terrified. She started to cry. I leaned against the banister. then i told her to come in the room with me. I walked in just as my mom said, "Hi dad. What's wrong?...Oh..My God." then she dropped the phone and cried. She couldn't stop. And fell on the floor and wept. We went to her house the next day. We had a funeral and a wake. i served at both. we drove in a limo back home. It was really gloomy the rest of the week. it was sad. I just want to remember her well.
Here's my uncle's blog, who has a similiar article about her: http://www.rabbert.com/
She had gone in for a checkup. That's when they found the cancer. they did surgery, and they thought it had gone away. Because they had removed part of her pancreas, she ahd to take insulin. She took it often, especially when she didn't need it. it would drop her blood sugar, and she'd become weak. Several times, my grandfather would call and report zombie'like motions from her. She had to go to the ER several times. IT was scary the way she acted. I t hought it was getting kind of old after a while tough.
Yet when she went it for another checkup a long time later, they found the cancer. It had returned, and it was pissed. It was a stage four cancer, meaning it was spreading, and they couldn't stop or remove it. this time it was serious. they gave her six months tops. We all waited in fear. it was scary. But then six months passed. she was out in a nursing home, and was well taken care of.i had spent about a month spending time with Nana. she was weak. sometimes she looked dead. we all started to get tired of waiting. We thought we were prepared for when she passed away. i was watching TV when my dad's phone rang. he answered, and i heard him say "Hey dad. How you doing? She what? Oh god, dad i'm sorry. Have you told Jen (my mom)? Alright i'll give her the phone." I sat there, frozen, scared and confused.
I knew what had happened. She ha ddied, yet why now? we had just gotten home from seeing her. We didn't want to leave, but i had missed too much school. We had to go. It was an hour from her house to mine. I went upstairs. my sister had been sleeping with my mom. My dad told her to get out. When she came out of the room, she looked at me, startled. I said in a croaky voice, "She's....... gone."
Then she looked terrified. She started to cry. I leaned against the banister. then i told her to come in the room with me. I walked in just as my mom said, "Hi dad. What's wrong?...Oh..My God." then she dropped the phone and cried. She couldn't stop. And fell on the floor and wept. We went to her house the next day. We had a funeral and a wake. i served at both. we drove in a limo back home. It was really gloomy the rest of the week. it was sad. I just want to remember her well.
Here's my uncle's blog, who has a similiar article about her: http://www.rabbert.com/
Halo
Halo is one of my favorite games. I never get bored with it. Ever. At all. I think it's the best game ever, along with Resident Evil 4. It's also the best co-op game I have ever seen in my life. The only problem is, my uncle has it. I have the PC version, but it's not as good. I like going online though. If you ever play online, i recommend Slayer=RaZoR's EdGe: I CuT, YoU BlEeD, YoU DiE. It's pretty good. I'm addicted to it. But I don't think that I'm a freak over it. Oh well. you should try it sometime.
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