Today I brought out my old NES. I got all the way to level 4-3 in Super Mario Bros. without dying once and only getting hit twice, and then Mario wouldn't jump high enough, and I fell off the screen four times in a row in the same spot. I then made it past, and in the level five castle, got hit by the fire bars while they were going into the floor. After I continued, I got to level 7-3 before the game reset itself. And I only had to blow in the Control Deck to get the game to work. Tomorrow, possibly with Pat, I'm gonna do some Mario 1 or 3. I wish I had Contra, Zelda's 1 and 2, and Castlevania's 1 and 2. And a light gun for Duck Hunt. Oh well.

Yesterday, I had to help my dad dig up our septic tank lid because it was cracked and backing up our septic system. Fun! Nothing like digging for three hours with one shovel because you're too poor to rent a backhoe. Poverty sucks.

We've been watching The Crucible in English class. Those people sicken me. I feel the whole town should have rioted against the court. So many lost their lives first due to foolishness, and greed, and vengeance, and then to pride. I would love to be able to travel back in time and start something there. Maybe a little face stabbin'. Well, no sense sighing over dead people.
posted by Slade at 11:15 PM

And now, it's story time!

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs. They lived together in an apartment, but the mean landlord kicked them out because they couldn't pay the rent. So, with their unemployment money, they each bought a different material to make their own house with. The first pig was lazy, and made his house out of crackers. Then he would be warm and satiated. The second little pig made his house out of sticks. He wanted to be done quickly, so he didn't bother to attach them together. The third pig build a two story brick house, complete with three bathrooms, a hot tub, a fireplace, and a guest bedroom.

Joe Wolf was bored, hungry, and cold. His wife had caught him cheating with a fox and a squirrel at the same time. She threw him out the day before a huge cold-front passed through. One dreary rainy day, on his daily walk through the forest, he came upon a house made entirely out of rackers. Curious, he knocked on the door and was greeted by a whiny "Who is it?"
"This is Joe Wolf. Who lives here, and may I come in? I'm cold and hungry."
The owner of the house, obviously a little pig, cried "I'm one of the three little pigs. And you can't come in! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!"
"Well," The wolf replied, "While I've never seen a pig with a beard, I must get inside where it is warm!" So he huffed, and he puffed, and then realized he didn't have to do anything because the crackers had all turned to mush in the steady rain. He stepped around the door and quickly ate the little pig.
Next, Joe came to a small mansion made from bricks. He knocked on the door and asked for a night of room and board in return for any service he might provide. The pig's answer from inside was nearly the same: "Not by the hair of my lippy lip lips!"
"Hmm," the wolf thought out loud. "Pigs do not have mustaches, but I am cold and wet and must get in!" So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew as hard as he could (which was not much, because he was a chain smoker.) He realized that he could not blow the pig's house down, so he kicked the door in, flattening the pig waiting just behind it. He raided the fridge, stole and pawned all of the furniture, and then set off to look for his own house. (The pig's was way too small.) Soon, he came to a house made out of sticks. It was somehow holding together, despite hurricane Muffle blowing its way through the area. He knocked on the door of the house and asked to come in.
"Not by the hair of my...ah screw it. No way!" Cried the last little pig.
"Then i'll huff, and I'll puff, and..." He deicded there was no way for him to blow down that house if a hurricane couldn't, so he tried to kick down the door. He only managed to stub his toe. Suddenly, he had an idea! He would sneak into the house from the chiminey! He quickly scrambled onto the roof... and fell through! He broke his leg, and the police called the police. When they arrived, the wolf pressed charges against the pig for having a poorly made roof. The case went to court and the wolf won a huge settlement, and became famous in the process. He lived happily ever after, while the little pig lived in a cardboard box for the rest of his life.
The End
posted by Slade at 9:45 PM

I spent the night at my friend Marty's house last night, we played some video games, watched The One and Resident Evil. I enjoyed The One because in the immortal words of one of the crazys from Chatterbox Radio "Kung-Fu movies are dope!" though it was a little too short, and had some slightly annoying plot-holes at the end, which was also predictible. RE was cool because I liked the games, but since it was a survival horror flick, I knew everybody was going to die. Though the plot was a little shallow. But then again, I think the plot should have been developed more on The Fellowship of The Ring, and it was three hours long. So if you haven't watched these movies yet, do it. I don't mean to knock them, only critisize a wee bit.

In my download queue@KaZaALite: The StarCraft 12 Days of Christmas, followed by the Ninja Rap by Vanilla Ice from TMNT2, then Sinner by Drowning Pool. I need a cable modem.

Friday, our school had a pep rally, though I'm not sure if it was equal to or worse than last year's. My school sucks. All of the teams are un-coordinated. Our cheerleaders are also out of step, along with being very fat/ugly. Note the present tense. The schools had this problem at least three years running. Some seniors may look at the school and say "Gee, I'm gonna miss this place..." but not me. I can't wait to be gone. Well, I can, but not because I like the school. I still have no clue as to what I want to take in college. I'm starting to get nervous about that...

I had to get up early yesterday morning and go to school to take my PSATs. I didn't think they were too bad, but the last verbal part was tough. One has to find the best way to rearrange a sentence to make it sound better, be more coherent, less redundant, etc. Pretty tough sometimes. The part i didn't like was missing my Friday stay-up-late time. It turns out someone broke into the middle school so we had to be moved around because the crime scene was where our tests were supposed to be. I don't know why it wasn't at the high school, since everyone whom took it was a high schooler. What can I say? School sucks.

posted by Slade at 10:06 PM