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12 April 2010 - 03:13 PMI'm moving to the big city, Hollywood. I'm getting out of the paintball scene (it sucks, but it had to happen)
So I'm selling my Invert Mini. It's almost new, I played with it once. So since it's so new, but still used nonetheless, I'm asking for:
It comes with the sleek black suitcase, a toolbox, a few spare parts, and a barrel plug.
Just send me a message if interested. Hope to hear from someone.
04 June 2008 - 10:44 PMI've been on a quest one might say to fill my 80 gig ipod with as much videos and music as possible, and I need YOU! Yes you, not the guy looking over your shoulder to see this.
So throw out some names for great music videos. I really do prefer Rock or Rockesque. I'm not a huge fan of hip-hop or country, but if the video is very well made, I will probably make an exception.
17 April 2008 - 10:00 PMSo I was at my friends house, just hanging out, having a good time, when all of a sudden, one of my friends annoys another of my friends and they get into a playful little brawl. Well, they happened to have smashed around my $140 Bose Headphones.
The sad part is, I don't have the money to replace these destroyed headphones, and neither do they. I'm out of music, and that was my only retreat from the annoying world of Senior High life.
26 September 2007 - 09:56 PMOk, first and foremost, I am in the DEP for the Marine Corps. I ship out 20080721, or the 21st of next july.
Now, I had to get there. It's in Mountain View, CA. Just south of San Jose. I live at the top of CA, so it was quite the drive. 6 hours of talking to Master Sgt Reilley in a cramped car leaving at 5 in the morning. Little sleep throughout, but I did meet a lot of people who shipped off today, as well as other people enlisting in various military branches.
I highly recommend doing this. It was possibly one of the greatest moments of my life so far swearing into the military.
And let me say, they really screen through applicants. Medical history is the worst part. And the fact that the civilians there barely speak english is another hard part.
As for my ASVAB, which I took yesterday, I got a 98. I didn't know that was good until my recruiter called me at the hotel I was staying at (for free!).
It was quite the adventure, and it ended with me flying back, which was the first time I have ever flown.
So if any of you guys want some questions answered about this, ask me. I just went through it, and I'm willing to answer anything you have.
13 September 2007 - 07:08 PMSo in my IB English Class, we had to take fairy tales and change them using diction imagry and so on to form our own opinions of the story. I wrote this one, based upon Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Enjoy:
QuoteGoldilocks Gone Wild
Once upon a time, there was a short burglar named Goldilocks. The unusual thing about her was that she was seven and already possessed a criminal record. The child boasted about her atrocities, especially the story about the poor and innocent family of seven whom she boiled alive while trying to rob them. But that is for another time.
Goldilocks was slinking through the forest one day, and happened upon a small, quaint, home of three bears. With her powerful binoculars and demented mind, she watched her prey for days. She observed them eat, she watched them sleep, and she even watched them bathe, not only because her perverted mind liked it, but more because they bathed outside. She waited for the opportune time to take everything from them.
The chance came when Papa Bear told the family they needed to go to the race track to hopefully win more money for food. It was hard times for the Bear family. Papa Bear currently worked the coal mine, trying to make end's meet for the family. His constant job-hopping, brought on by his constant failures and firings, fueled his anger at himself and he took it out upon others, including his family. Mama Bear was working tooth and nail at a shirt production line, which kept her off the street corners, and Baby Bear, a cub of four, was being sold off as a slave to a rich family up north. This was his last day with his mother and father.
The three bears left their house, praying for good weather. When the rain started dropping, so did their spirits. "Never give up hope,"¯ Papa Bear whispered, more to himself than his family, "we need a miracle" The tears in his eyes were quickly extinguished when he started marching onward, on to a new hope, a new beginning. He might even subdue his anger forever, if he gets what he's been praying for. He had no idea what was going to happen to the last and only thing he owned.
Goldilocks silently waited for the chance. When the Bears left her vision, she pounced on the house. The heavy oak door that the Bear family took much pride in was smashed to splinters from the explosive charge Goldilocks placed. Her evil laugh, louder than the explosive, rang throughout the forest. She paraded in, only to discover that the place could barely even be considered a home. The house itself was tiny, and everything in it was at least 30 years old. Stomping throughout the house, a storm of chaos followed. She pilfered everything. The black and white television, the couch with springs shooting up, the fridge that had duct tape holding it together, the hand towels that were just old baby clothes, even the kid's toys, which were used and discolored. Nothing escaped from her grasp. She even pilfered their bible. Her bags of loot, heavy from the sheer amount of confiscated goods, strained her back. This was the best haul yet for Goldilocks.
On the table lay a few bowls of mush. This disgusting excuse for food to the unwelcome but ever so real guest encouraged Goldilocks to try it. Hell, she might get a laugh at the putrid taste. Grasping the spoon, choking it in her hand, she took a bite from the big size bowl. It burned all the way down. Papa Bear must be hitting the bottle again, that explained the smell of alcohol and stale urine around the place. Her mouth, sore from the delicious burn, craved more. She took a bite from the medium sized bowl, and she felt the shivers already. The cold could explain the reason why the mush was more a sludge, slimy and chunky at the same time. She decided to try once more; maybe the baby's bowl had alcohol in it. Her smirk stretched across her face. She could hardly contain herself as she took the mush and slid it down her throat.
Delicious. It was pathetic. The Bears gave the best they could offer to the kid. She devoured it, not even getting a chance to taste. Her mouth engulfed the mush, and she discarded the empty carcass of the bowl out the window, shattering both the bowl and the stained glass window with a lovely design of Jesus on it.
She grew tired. That bowl of sludge, it had drugs! She was under a heavy dose of an anti-depressant she couldn't even pronounce. She slumped her way to the bedroom. The miniscule house had only three rooms, the kitchen, the bedroom, and the living room. These pathetic bears couldn't even afford a bathroom. The acrid smell of lingering urine and feces burned her nostrils as she made this gross realization.
The bedroom contained three beds, a window, and a mirror. The mirror was shattered in a million pieces, which was scattered about on the floor. It was probably punched out by Papa Bear when he was on one of his drunken brawls. Goldilocks guessed that Papa Bear lost control when he was fired from one of his past jobs, got smashed, and beat his own reflection up, thinking it was himself. What a moronic alcoholic, that Papa Bear.
She jumped in the first bed, not knowing it was made out of solid granite. The cold, hard, stone was Papa Bear's bed. The pain in her back was dulled by the darkness she was in, brought on by not only a lack of light, but by the drugs taking a stronger effect. She slowly got onto the second bed, to discover, not by any surprise whatsoever, that it was just a box full of hay. That stupid Mama Bear slept in hay! She lit the hay on fire with her Zippo, hoping that it would be the last straw for Mama Bear when she discovers her house empty, save for the smoldering remains of her "bed."¯ Fighting off unconsciousness, she hopped into something that resembled a bed. To her surprise, it actually was; a very comfortable mattress on a nice spring case. Almost immediately after lying down on the bed, she was dreaming of crushing people's hopes, dreams, and bodies and stealing from her favorite targets, churches.
The fire which Goldilocks started grew rapidly. Dashing about on the floor, its burning arms lashed out at everything near-by. The glass of the window exploded from the heat, and the torrential rain came rushing in. The water blew to the left side of the room, dousing every inch in water. The fire couldn't make its way that way, so it spread in the other direction. The fire ran up the walls, scorching everything. The water from the ceiling killed the fire, but only after most of the living room and bedroom was destroyed. The ceiling itself collapsed, and a great heap of dust flew about. Still, Goldilocks slumbered, the smoke from the fire putting her in an even deeper sleep.
Four hours later, the Bear family returns, dancing triumphantly at their gains. They had bet on Lucky Number 23, a noble steed, and walked away with the track's biggest haul ever, 3.2 million dollars. The smile on their faces was quickly stifled as they saw their house, in bigger shambles than they had left it in. A twitch happened in Papa Bear's hand, and his muscles rippled as he tightened his fist. The anger across his brow signaled his family to stay back as he prepares his speech of the most vulgar words one has ever heard.
Upon entering the house through the blown open door, Papa Bear burst into tears. The fire in his eyes, mixed with the twinkle of the tears, was a frightening sight. He found his favorite dish, the alcohol sludge, gone, his wife's chunky gunk hardly touched, and his son's bowl on the ground outside, right through his window! That was the only thing that could subdue the angry beast within him, looking at the peaceful Jesus on that stained-glass window! He tore off his shirt in frustration at the carelessness of someone nearby. His heightened senses, brought on by the adrenaline and rage, gave a hint as to where the culprit lay. The obnoxious snoring of Goldilocks rang true through the house. Vengeance was his, Papa Bear smirked.
His stomping rumbled the house, and awoke Goldilocks. Her yell was not out of fright, but more of a yawn. She could hardly believe this, she was caught. Her panic made her quick. She ran for the door. Her pace quickened. She could see her escape. She yelled out, attempting to stun the beast, as she jumped for the doorway.
Goldilocks' scream, a higher pitch than any other Mama Bear had ever heard, shot a shiver down her spine. She pitied whoever it was that was about to receive the worst beating of their life, for she knew how strong Papa Bear's arms were. She put those memories behind her, she was rich! No more beatings! No more poverty! She could keep her son! As she thought this, she clasped Baby Bear's paw. He looked up, and smiled for the first time in his life. Little did he know, his world would come crashing down, again.
She didn't die, as Papa Bear had hoped. She pretended to be dead, and took a savage beating. Her legs were bent in four places, none at the knees, and her left arm was missing below the elbow. Her eyes were almost sealed shut from the swelling in her face, and her nose was almost completely flat. Her three remaining teeth were coated red from the blood that oozed out of her gums, and she spat blood as she crawled away. Thank the Lord she hid all the loot away before trying that damn sludge. Revenge was the only thing she could think of at the time. She began to hatch a plan to get what she deserved from those Bears.
----One Month Later----
The gabble slammed on the cold, polished wood of the judge's desk. My scornful look at Papa Bear foreshadowed my verdict. It was a clear-cut case. The Bear had mercilessly attacked the poor blond girl. His excuse: she was stealing from his house, which she also destroyed. As if a seven year old girl, as cute as her, could do such a preposterous thing. For such obvious lies to his history of violence and alcohol abuse, I had no choice but to give the amount of 3.5 million dollars to Goldilocks, and gave the order to put Papa Bear down by lethal injection. Wild animals had no place attacking humans.
----One Month later, again----
I'm out of my casts finally. I'm feeling like a million bucks, well, 3.5 million to be exact. I gave the kid a good home, don't worry. He was working for me, until I decided to make a nice jacket out of him. And who better to make my jacket than his own mother? She would much rather get money this way than what she was doing before I gave her such a fine task.
I paid Papa Bear a visit. His tombstone now resides in my house. I modified it to work as a toilet of sorts. My butlers have to TINKLE too, you know.
I was asked once, do I regret the heist? I almost died, after all. And without hesitation, I answered "I don't regret robbing from them at all. I consider myself a hero of sorts. After all, that man did involve himself in illegal gambling."¯
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