Mega Man ZX is pretty damn hard.

It's late. I have class tomorrow. But I can't sleep. I hope Sonic and Knuckles will be playable in Super Smash Bros Brawl. Dante would be cool too.

I found a bunch of old art of mine. Wanna see some? K
( Here ya go )


currently playing this

so last week I worked 21 hours. This week I'm working 4. I suppose it's only fair, considering my unheard of amount of hours after I took over someone's shifts for the week. It's interesting that my boss is hiring more people for the holidays, when everyone at the store only works a max of 3 days. Oh well, it's a job.

I'm in a huge Alkaline Trio mood for some reason.

Wii comes out next month.

it's so hot

I'm eating a pb and honey sandwich, and it's so amazing.

This comic is taking forever.

Today was a good day.

Finally updated the comic after a month. woo

I might post more of the short story, not sure if I want it alllll on the internet.

As the others and I paced through the empty stores and buildings, I couldn't help but get the feeling that there may not be anyone left. Not only were Americans in this city during the explosion, but our brothers were as well. Stationed USRC infantry, oblivious to the plans being made for the destruction of their location. It made me sick. The powers that be couldn't even take the time to notify their own men to escape. Suddenly I'm awaken from my own mind by something none of us predicted.
Gunfire, out of nowhere, and just as quickly as it came it ceases. After some shared looks of surprise from the company, we make our way out onto the street in an attempt to locate the disturbance. Again comes something even more odd, as laughter courses its way out of the nearest corner store. A chill runs down my spine. This laughter is not that of happiness, that of joy. This person is tormented. Tortured to the brink of insanity. The maniacal tones issuing from the abandoned market grow in volume. As we came closer to the store, a man can be seen kneeling on the ground, doubled over in fits of laughter. I didn't want to know what drove this man to insanity, but I had a feeling I already did. Slowly we advanced on the stranger, his laughter continuing regardless of the obvious threat in our advancement.
"Let's kill him." Vitrov said, almost snarling. Of my companions, he was the one most menacing. A hulking, brooding man with scars virtually covering his right arm. Out of the four men, I knew him the least. He a complete enigma, rarely speaks unless he expresses his desire to maim. An enigma, a mystery I have no desire to solve.
"Don't be rash," Ren was the only man of Chinese descent in the company, "We're to take them in alive unless that is impossible." In this case, it was very possible. This man was in no shape to resist. However it appeared that he had caught on to our presence, as he was now laying on his back staring into the barrel of Ren's rifle. His laughter had vanished, all that remained was a smirk, one I was sure the rest of the group would have loved to take away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him slowly reaching for his sidearm. The others looked to me, silently giving me the order I knew I would receive. REConfig5, a highly untested chemical tranquilizer that was pushed to release at the beginning of the war. It's formulated with a serum that not only knocks the receiver unconscious, but renders his mind in a state similar to malleable clay, able to be manipulated and changed at the aggressors will. It is said to make Americans into new recruits for the USRC, but all those previous to this moment failed in death. The eyes around me were piercing, an undeniable pressure came over me. I pointed the tranquilizer at the man's chest as a wave of nausuea flooded over me. I hated this. With everything I am, I hated pulling the trigger. The man's eyes rolled back before the lids shut them from my sight. I wonder if he understands. I wonder if he blames me for what has happened. I hope he does.

I still cannot believe this used to be a city. The city, in fact. Back home, before the Outlaws, talks of America would never be without the naming of New York. It was the epitome of Western civilization. Now what is it? New York is now synonymous with death, destruction, and desolation. With one insignificant object, this metropolis was wiped from existence, and we caused it. No, they caused it. I had nothing to do with it. Nothing.
I love my country, living anywhere else does not register as an option in my mind. Yet even with all the love one can have for his home, to believe in one's country is entirely different. Ever since the Great Merge of China and Russia, my country has spiraled into an inescapable downfall, bounded by hate for the west and love for none but its own. I wonder if the Americans understand this...I wonder if when they think of the terrors the USRC has wrought upon this land, I wonder if they blame us all. In all honesty, I woudln't blame them. Sure, I didn't drop the bomb, nor did I give any order of death. But I didn't stop it either. I didn't stand up and question why my beloved country began to destroy anything they saw fit to break. No, I didn't drop the bomb, but I didn't stand below it either.
Those that accompany me may think otherwise. The group of four I travel with fit the description of soldier like none I've ever seen. Strong, silent types with little to no regard for the American sympathies or way of life. With each kill their merciless ideals become more apparent, their enemies are only another notch on the intangible tally of victims.
We were assigned a mission, a fairly simple one at that. Scout the area given to you, find any survivors and bring them back to base alive. If you meet resistance, lethal force is accepted. We've been searching for five hours and have only found death. No bodies, no trace of life, but the feeling of death is unavoidable. Genocide of this magnitude unleashes an aura around the affected. You do not need to see the bodies in order to know, you can sense it. You can smell the decay on the air as it passes by, traveling to each nervous system it encounters like an eerie messenger, spreading constant reminders of what took place.

My father used to call this place 'the city that never sleeps,' an ironic title for what is now the city where all have been put to rest. I hear a scuttle from behind the wall to my right. I fill it with bullets. Each empty casing that falls to the ground, that steel cacophony, is an unwelcome reminder of my waning sanity. The already fragile wall crumbles into nothing, as a rat makes its way across the rubble and into the night. I smile at the scene, the irony coursing its way through my mind. The smile turns into a laugh. In thirty seconds I'm cracking up. The walls are shaking with the sounds of my hilarity, so much so that I didn't hear the Russians surrounding me. Slowly I begin to realize my company. Incoherent tones reach my ear, the sounds of their language. As I lay there on the ground, looking up at my soon to be captors, I couldn't help but compare them to neanderthals. They might as well have been grunting and banging their hands onto the ground in attempts to make the other understand. I smiled a bit at this comparison, and in some way it made the thought of my eventual death a little easier to understand. These were neanderthals. They know nothing, no peace and no knowledge. I am above them, in every way. Even though I am on the ground, even though they tower over me at this very moment, I am above them. They will never take that away from me. I reach for my gun, all goes black before my fingers touch the hilt.

Here are some pictures from my graduation party. My cousin's friend, the one that hosted the party, is a photographer so he was constantly taking pictures. Thought I might as well post a few.

( Here ya go )

Hell of a way to end high school

My birthday was almost oddly uneventful, i went to the DMV, no shit.

Although, my mom did give me cufflinks she had saved for me. They belonged to my grandfather that I never met. I've always heard so much about him and I've always really wanted to meet him. Apparently we looked a lot alike, but he was considered really handsome, whereas I'm the kid you look at twice to make sure his head really was as big as you first had perceived. Since I had never talked or met with him, I guess it's sort of cool that I can wear something that was his.

So I'm officially legal tomorrow. Although it won't even mean anything, ha. I'm not sure if it's going to feel any different being 18 or not. Doubt it, I'll probably be doin the same things i would when I was 17.

prom is saturday. woo. i guess. ha

NEW QUIZ!!

FILL IT OUT GUYZ!

1) who are you?

2) why do we exist?

3) can we really prove that we exist?

4) if we can't prove that we are, are we?

5) favorite food

so theres my little quiz.

Thank god for Incubus

So Tim and I are going to E3 this year. I have to say I'm incredibly excited.

Guitar Hero makes DDR look like a whiney bitch.

By the way, I'm getting glasses.

I went and saw Thank You for Smoking. It was actually really good, so go see it if you don't mind driving a little ways.

hey, you really should check this out http://lifebeforeloading.tripod.com/

I can't stand this feeling. But whatever, I guess it will work out in the end. At least that's what I'm going to look foreward to.

Fucking prom, I'm clueless in terms of what to do with you. I really need to build up the balls to ask Ms. Dieters.

I've been playing Kingdom Hearts II since I bought it, stoping only to eat, sleep, and pity myself for my lack of a life. I've felt sick this entire week so I have a some-what reasonable excuse for my vegetation.

Spring Break is next week. I'd like to do something sweet, like maybe check out Universal or something small like that, but I'm sure I'll just half ass the entire vacation.

Fucking prom.

So I finally fixed my internet, been without it for about a week now. Too be honest it was kinda refreshing, I've been on it way too much recently.

Ha, hell of an update, huh?

So I turn 18 in a month. I don't really feel older, or think that turning 18 will mean all that much. Considering I read/write comics, watch cartoons and play video games revolving around disney, I hardly see how being 18 makes me an adult. At least now I can buy all my cigarettes without the help of that homeless
man that hangs out behind the Circle K.

In terms of college, CoC has been my only choice based on money and other issues. I'll transfer after I finish the whole GED thing, but what if, for whatever reason, that doesn't work out? I guess I've come to realize that just because I was stable in terms of coc, education beyond that is still something I have yet to determine.

I'd like to believe that my life is going exactly as I planned it would at this point, but considering I never had a plan, that assumption works by default. A lot of things in my life aren't exactly going the way I want them, but sometimes shit needs to happen in order to embrace what's to happen next. I know that what is going on in my life right now won't be around forever. And while it does suck at the moment, I have the future to look to, and I know that it will work out. It may have to be like this for a while, but not forever. All things uneven eventually balance. This phrase has yet to dissapoint me.

So I went bowling friday down in studio city for my brother-in-law's birthday. It was pretty cool, I like bowling and all but I didn't know anyone there except him and my sister. I did see Jerry Seinfeld there, however, and ironically he was in the Jerry's Deli connected to the bowling alley.


Oh, I also have started a web comic. I think I'll make it have its own live journal eventually, but it's late and I'm tired, ha. Well, ( Here it is ) in all its mediocrity. Hope you like it.