[10 Mar 2007|05:24am] >_> ok... I was going through AOL's XM radio list, and found a Final Fantasy channel. Ok, It is a goos series, but common, that is excessive. I mean, BOTH songs that I heard were from FFVII (Opening Theme and Advent One Winged Angel). People need to get out more. post comment

[24 Feb 2007|06:46pm] So I accidentally sent a 12 year old girl to the hospital. I feel like shit. CJ and I were moving up along side a feild while playing paintball really fast,and I flanked everyone while CJ made sure I had cover. The ref made sure to say that "The game is NOT over" meaning that someone was hiding. Ok, I like to hunt people in paintball. Well, I saw this person laying in a bunker completely oblivious to me, so I take off after them firing as fast as I can. I don't stop firing until I know they are out, and by time that happens, about 20 paintballs slam into this person's head and neck, on the back. The person recoils in an awkward way, obviously in a ton of pain, and I am feeling really good right now for taking this person out the way I did, until a ref comes over to tell me "man, that was brutal". Huh? Brutal? How so, they should be able to take a pounding like that. Then, I walk over to talk to the person, tell them I wasn't meaning to hurt them, and I saw the pony tail... and I though, ok, it could be a guy, until I saw the eyes, and I knew, I blasted the hell out of some girl. Couldn't tell the age because of the mask, but had cute bluish green eyes. Ok, now I feel bad, and I am apologizing repeatedly. We start the next game, and CJ and I take the same side again, and work inside. I see what looks to be the last person move, and I unload, and all I can see is paint flying in that direction, then I hear a agonizing scream of pain. Yep, I blasted that same girl again really badly this time. When we went to the parking lot to leave since those were our last games, I saw her in her car, and she looked about 12, maybe a year or two older (maybe older comparing the way she looked to some of the gaurd girls when I was in High School). Now not only do I feel like shit for blasting this girl, but I blasted a really young girl. Then I see her neck, all red and purple. I think I was saying "holy shit" repeatedly after seeing that and hearing her brother saying that they would go to the hospital to check it out. But, in all that, the girl did not understand why "the guy with the Angel" (as I was called because of my new gun) was apologizing to her after those rounds. Meaning one of two things, she is immensely stupid, or she is really fucking hardcore. post comment

[08 Feb 2007|09:13pm] So, it has been a while since I have done a serious update. I am scared of this Saturday. I need money, so without thinking, I called in to work this weekend at OA. Then it hit me, It is going to be below freezing, and the night before should have lows of the mid teens. Normally not a problem, but people store their paintball gear... including the paintballs, in their cars. And I am going to be in the middle of the crossfire with possible frozen paintballs being shot, what the fuck was I thinking. Other than that, I have been loving the game Black and White 2. Nothing beats having a follower not do what you say so you slam them into a mountain or throw them far off into the sea. In case you don't know, you are a god in that game. And the way you can be inventive, like when the entire Norse army came down on my then growing city, when I wasnt interested in being militarized, so once they knocked down my walls, I set the forest on fire and grabbed tree by tree and just waved it over them. I have yet to grow tired of the mobs of people running in terror because they are burning to death, or bombarding a city with fire and meteors so that I can convince them to migrate to my city. Can you believe that I am considered good, and not evil. Oh, and for some reason, my pet wont eat grain like he is supposed to, but he loves eating my villagers >_< Other than that, not much new. Been working, going to school, got my name cleared. Wait, I never said anything about that. Ok, so, I am beside a bus on Route 3, where there are no communities, and the bus stars going over to the shoulder. ok, I will just keep on going, NOOO, the fucker throws its lights on and throws out the stop sign as I reach the front of the bus. We, I got pulled over, so I got pulled over for passing a school bus with its lights on. I am not mad at the cop, but if I get around that buss driver, I will rip his fucking throat out, and shove it up his ass for that entrapment. Found out that the cop was called and asked to stay out there for the bus driver to do that. Well, I went to the court house to plead Not Guilty. Well, I apparently got there late at 8:30 when my case time was 9:45. Apparently a lot of police and people didn't show up, so a ton of people have warrants out for their arrest and a lot of people got off with nothing. So, the officer that pulled me over was leaving, and my father shops him to talk to him "You fucking dumbass, if you told me your dad was a cop, I wouldn't have given you the ticket." Now I am pissed, because I wasn't going to really play that card since I WAS WEARING MY FIREHOUSE UNIFORM. They were supposed to be nice to firefighters too. Anyways, the judge was in a very bad mood, and no one that was pleading not guilty was getting off at all. So my plea became guilty with reason. I mean, wtf, I don't think anything but hitting the buss would have stopped me from passing the buss, even if I wanted to. Well, the judge reduced the infraction to something like failing to yeild to a traffic sign so it went from a $580 fine (yeah, don't fuck with those buses, they will fuck you right back) to $80, so I was still really really happy. Oh yeah, 1 point instead of 3. Still mad at the buss driver, and trust me, it has crossed my mind many a times to camp out at that area with my rifle and take him out, because I saw him do it to someone else, that fucking piece of shit. On a side note, and the ending note of this post, If you had a dream job, one you would never want to loose, and the owners son/daughter (whichever one fits you) was really good looking and treating you really well, doing special things for you and what not, would you take a chance on asking her out? post comment

[05 Feb 2007|09:47pm] *sigh* Today was the day to end all days... I bought Burning Crusades Goodbye real world... post comment

[04 Feb 2007|12:00am] I think that I picked up one of the strangest hobbies that I can think of. Everyone knows that I love photography, and that I am always looking for things to capture on film. Well, I am currently doing astrological photography. It started out with me going out and trying to take a decent picture of the moon to replace the grainy one that I had for my desktop. Well, I am never one to just take one picture, I hate doing that in case I mess up. When I got in to develop my pictures (when you take pictures in a RAW format, you must "develop" them, in a sense, in Photoshop), I noticed they were... strange. There was a very large star near the moon, one I didn't see with my naked eye. Not to mention... it was red... Ok, it must be something on my lens, so I though, so I looked at all of my other pictures, and it was always in the same place in proportion to the moon, and would also get covered up by the clouds. Found out that out of pure luck, on a might that the moon aligned with Earth and Saturn, I took a picture of it. So, my old love of astrology has been re kindled, along with my passion for photography. After I get the double exposure to allow for better detail on the surface of the moon, I will post a link on here. 1 comment|post comment

[24 Jan 2007|02:41am] Ok, so things haven't been as well as I wish they could be. Yeah, my job at Lucky's is bringing in good money now, and my job at the paintball field is far better than I could have dreamed for, but there is so much missing. The only time I feel alive is out there in those woods, with a gun in my hands, and someone in my sights. Or when I work at the field. Other than that, it is empty. Let me give you something to think about. I have quite a few new friends at the paintball field. When I was hurt pretty bad by some dickhead that didn't want to be safe with his gun, I had people that when they saw me in pain, even though they knew me for 2-3 weeks and only on the weekends, they came over and made sure I was ok, and upon assessing how I was, found out I was in severe dehydration. They took the time to make sure I was ok, and I hear from some of my friends from time to time during the week. I tis nice because it breaks up the monotony, yet I have some friends that I have that don't call, talk behind my back, and only speak to me when they would like to have me do something. Now, let me ask you, do you think that is a good friend or what? Also, some of my other passions have fallen my the waist side. I ache to go out and take pictures, but of what. Maryland has destroyed everything. I would kill to go places like West Virginia again, and take a picture of the night sky, to show people that I am not lying when I say there isn't a single speck of space that isn't littered with a star of some sort. Oh, to be out in those woods, with he animals, where if you are still the deer will walk right up beside you as they feed, where chipmunks will decide to scamper over top of you, where the mice will curl up beside you for warmth, where the beavers will swim around where you are trying to figure out what you are, where raccoons constantly are trying to steal things from you, or where you can watch the bald eagles fly with such grace. The animals are more than just something else out there in the woods to the people in the area that we stay, they are close enough to family, ask the guys that hunted down the people that shot the first set of bald eagles, they wanted vengeance for those eagles deaths. I need to escape, so I think that I am going to bring my fishing rod down to the paint ball field and fish a bit, I don't care if there is a match next to me, I will wear my mask and fish, I just need something familiar, and relaxing again. post comment

[24 Jan 2007|02:27am] Normally, I am very patriotic. I almost fought someone for saying they were communist, I despise those who shun our troops (they don't make the decisions, so don't blame them), I almost killed someone for coming very close to letting the flag come close to touching the ground at the paintball park, and generally, I take pride in this country. But as of lately, I do not feel the same way. I take pride in most of our nations history, basking in the pride of what the nation stands for, while swallowing the hard times it has endured, but that pride is fading, fast. It isn't the nation itself, nor the policies that are implemented, nor the War going on, but it is the damned people that are taking what this nation stands for and raping it. Our founding fathers made the most ingenious basis for a country, a Living Constitution, something that was made to change through the times, to cover everything that will arise in the future, since they knew the country would change throughout history. Instead, we live in a nation controlled by lawyers that want to take everything with he constitution at face value, and with congressmen that are afraid to change it with the times, which allows the constitution to constantly be raped. We have murder's walking free because of loophole in the judicial system that were implemented to make sure that we did not end up like the British in colonial America. We have politicians that are untouchable from any sense of justice because of the power they hold. As time progresses in this nation, so does the corruption, allowing everything we have worked to improve begin a inevitable recession into anarchy where we will be powerless against everything. This country is going to die, as have all the great empires throughout history. Pat yourselves on the back Americans, your cockiness and arrogance have allowed the beginning of the end. With that said, I want to move to Canada! Or Jamaica post comment

[22 Jan 2007|12:33am] Ah, being a ref is great, especially when you get along with everyone that works there. I don't see how this one guy got everyone mad at him. Well, I do, but I don't understand why he did what he did. All you need to do to get along with everyone there is to know your place when you get there, know that you aren't the hot shit you think you are, because there are people there that have been playing there longer than you knew paintball existed, and than you need to work your way up the rankings there. We had a guy in my group today, whom everyone calls the "cocky puppy" (you are a puppy your first day there, then you are a muppet for a good while, then finally a ref). Anyways, this puppy has everyone pissed, since he was doing nothing but talking shit and acting like he knew everything. It got to the point where I took my digs at him to knock him off of his soap box and make him feel like an ass. Anyways, he was talking shit to my friend Hollywood, and let me tell you, you don't fuck with Hollywood. This man is ex military, build like a fucking machine, and he is about to sign for a sponsorship into the UFC, and has the "mess with me and I am going to fuck you up" mentality. I don't know if he saw me fucking with him, since I joke with him saying I am going to fight him and fuck him up all the time, but he got an attitude with Hollywood, and let me say, Hollywood has had the time there to have the influence to do whatever he wants to someone. This puppy had a very bad day, and I also wanted to help make it hell for him. First off, he had to carry the spare gun for our rental group at all times, making him a target since he had a gun in his hands. He royally fucked up taking people off the field, holding up out group for about 15 minutes, which all I heard on the radio was "Hold up Mike, my puppy is being a dumbass". We made him go dumpster diving, which he slipped and fell, having him fall right on the dumpster, crushing his twins. And on top of that, this man has caused where every person that is there wants to play against him, and we don't want to just shoot him, we want to hurt him, badly. We want to make him realize he isn't the hot shit he thinks he is. Anyways, other than him, I had a good day, got shot up a good bit, which I yelled "Thank you!" each time I got shot. The people we played with were cool too, I honestly didn't think they were trying to cheat, and every time they were hit and didn't go out, as soon as I said something to them they left the field without a fight. They didn't tip though, but it was still a good day. Also, on my team, we are making a section that Hollywood and I are going to be a huge factor in. We are to be the group that deals in the special operations, you know, snaking behind enemy lines, assassinating the higher officials, the fun stuff. Things are looking up for me. post comment

[19 Jan 2007|02:48am] HAHA, CJ's friend is awesome. And his girlfriend, even thought I did know who she was once I saw her, she didn't know who I was, and to be truthful, that might be a good thing. It was pretty cool over there, even though, you know, CJ's habits and what not. So I was sitting there with them, and we hear this kid on Vent while all 4 of us are playing WoW. This kid sounds like a midget, and I am thinking, wait, that is familiar "OMG, THAT SOUNDS LIKE VERN, THE GUY WHO PLAYED MINI ME!!!" ... ...... And then everyone starts hysterically laughing. Don't ask me why, it was like someone hit a switch, and we couldn't stop. I need to go hang out there, because I haven't laughed that hard and that long for ages. post comment

[14 Jan 2007|04:44am] Ok, first day of reffing, and I am so fucking happy with it. First, we unloaded the trust (deja vu lol), then put together guns. I found out that I was to be trained with 4 other people, who only played Renegade Ball (where youplay in someone's back yard, VERY dangerous) one time before, so they knew NOTHING about paintball. So, I had to sit through about 2 hours of the basic bullshit. Mrs. Karen laughed at me because I nearly fell asleep during the talk. Once that was done, we got to ref with Hollywood (Go Psych Ward!). 1st round, I had fun, ran around more than any of the other trainees tagging people that are out, and never got shot -_-. Second round, I saw a guy with a hit on his arm, a fresh one. So, I go over. "Your hit" "Oh, that is from the last round" "I dont care, you have paint on you, and some shell. You should have wiped if pre game" Yeah, he wanted to fight about it. We finally got him off the field, and everything went well. 3rd round went without a hitch, but still, I never got hit. Second, and final set that we did, I ran in the middle of many fire fights and still no hits in the 4 games in that set. It was pissing me off that my shirt was clean, so Hollywood decided to wipe mud all over me and my shirt. Ahhh, brought back football memories. Cleaned everything up, and that was it. All that for what, $70-$80 a day. Not bad, oh, and free walk on play, 50% off paint, and 15% off all equipment. post comment

[13 Jan 2007|02:31am] Tomorrow is my first official day working as a Pantball ref. I am psyched, but yet worried (since my friend told me to wear my Kevlar @_@ ) Anyways, I plan to work tomorrow, and maybe Sunday, if not sunday, Ia m going to go so sI can shoot at CJ while he is reffing and doesn't have his gun lol. oh, and a side note, this journal may be shut down in a while. Not by choice, but because I wont be able to get to it from Basic or Iraq. =/ Life's a bitch, ain't it? post comment

Hellsing Ultimate [09 Jan 2007|06:16am] [ mood | ecstatic ] OMG, I just got Hellsing Ultimate, and I am both disappointed and insanely impressed all at the same moment. Ok, as for the bad. Hellsing Ultimate is a remake of the original series. There, that is out of the way. Now for the good, and OMG, the great, sweet goodness. Ok, this version is intense. Less politics, less talking, more action. And the action, OMG, to die for. Seras (name changed from the original Ceras) has a much more active role, and was awesome with the going insane and killing everything in site. Alucard got revamped. Hints dropped about his origins (Saying he was once called Count... hmmm), and his abilities, he does a lot more. Integral also gets into the fighting at a part, not much, but she does use a sword. And the major improvement. While the original Hellsing was rated R because of viloence and strong language (lol, the things the one brother said he was going to do to Integral before killing her), the content was not really R rated material. The language is the norm over there, along with sexuality. Now... Hellsing Ultimate, apparently you have to be a virgin to become a vampire (Damn! lol), and the vampire that almost kills Seras in the beginning wants just a mindless slave, not another vampire, so he starts to molest her before he is going to rape her, and... yeah, that was def. molesting. Then... how alucard kills the vampires, he doesnt shoot them in this, he stabs their hearts with his hand after shooting them. To all that are intersted in watching this, or the original series, I have both (Hellsing Ultimate is in VERY good detail, while Hellsing is in good, but not great, grainy at times), and I am willing to burn you copies. post comment

[28 Dec 2006|12:44pm] LOL, I have to laugh, Kmart didn't give me any hours, and they didn't like how I worked. *sigh* what a loss for them. First day back at Lucky's, I am the person that all the managers want to work for them. I was instantly paid more than the starting rate, and on top of that I was given a raise on the first day. On top of that, I am the computer person there, for typing up papers, I get about 3 hours added onto my hours for the week. I have already did 4 of them, so that is 12 extra hours. God I am happy to be back there. post comment

[20 Dec 2006|02:20am] LOL, I swear, I love WoW So this guy was quitting wow, gave everything away from his account and decided he was going to go n a racist rant through our major city to stir up trouble. I found it funny, and decided to join in making fun of him. Needless to say, he had so many reports against him that is wasn't funny. Then he gets pulled aside by a GM which has to role play as a demi-god and says "Don't worry know, you are in a better place" "Yeah, in your mom!" needless to say, he is banned from the game. That reminds me of Jim so fucking much. 1 comment|post comment

[19 Dec 2006|03:15pm] A Soldier's Night Before Christmas 'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone. In a no bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, And to see just who, in this small house did live. I looked all about, a sad sight did I see, No tinsel, no presents; not even a tree. By the mantle, no stockings; by the door, boots on sand. On the wall hung some pictures of a far distant land. Seeing medals and badges, awards of all kind, No thoughts of Christmas would stay in my mind. For this house was different, it was dark; it was dreary, I'd found the house of a soldier, once I could see clearly. The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, Curled up on the floor in this no bedroom home. The face was gentle, the room in disorder; Not how I'd pictured a United States soldier. Was this the hero of whom I had read? Curled up on a poncho, just the floor for his bed? I knew most the families I'd see on this night, Owed their lives to these soldiers, who were willing to fight. Soon, round the world, the children would play, And grownups enjoy a bright Christmas day. They all had their freedom each month of the year, Because of these soldiers, like the one lying here. I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, On this cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home. The thought of their service brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knee and started to cry. The soldier awakened, and I heard a rough voice: "Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more, My life is my God, my country, my Corps." The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep. I couldn't control it, I started to weep. I kept watch for hours, silent and still, And both of us shivered from that cold night's chill. I hated to leave, on that long, dark night, This Guardian of Peace, with his Honor so bright. The soldier rolled over, and his voice soft and pure, Whispered, "Carry on, Santa, all is secure." I looked at this soldier, on this cold Christmas night. I thought of his comrades, and knew he was right. The world is freer, for they're willing to fight, For Freedom and Christmas, and all that is right. So to all you, my friends, to U.S. soldiers in all lands, Know that you are remembered, by family and friends. For this one special night, may you rest without fight, With a Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night! Weither or not you celebrate Christmas, believe in god, or have someone in the military, please read this and understand what some families go through. post comment

[13 Dec 2006|01:37am] Random fact Here is a list of how easy your password is to be hacked. 1 Character: 62 possible combinations 2 Characters: 3,844 possible combinations 3 Characters: 238,328 possible combinations 4 Characters: 14,776,336 possible combinations 5 Characters: 916,132,832 possible combinations 6 Characters: 56,800,235,584 possible combinations 7 Characters: 3,521,614,606,208 possible combinations 8 Characters: 218,340,105,584,896 possible combinations 9 Characters: 13,537,086,546,263,552 possible combinations 10 Characters: 839,299,365,868,340,224 possible combinations 11 Characters: 52,036,560,683,837,093,888 possible combinations 12 Characters: 3,226,266,762,397,899,821,056 possible combinations 13 Characters: 200,028,539,268,669,788,905,472 possible combinations 14 Characters: 12,401,769,434,657,526,912,139,264 possible combinations That is the largest password allowed on the common website. Normal Brute Force programs may make one attempt at a combination a second, maybe 2 a second if the network is running fast. So that means about 86,400 attempts a day. So, do the math, if someone tried to brute force their way into your password, it is possible... in a few years. Now think about Government security, with 36 character passwords that change every day or every 4-6 hours. Yeah, good luck hacking them. 1 comment|post comment

[13 Dec 2006|12:31am] Oh fuck... the shit is going to hit the fan And I plead neutrality.

[12 Dec 2006|01:29am] Ok, for those of you that have been over here, Rock, our oldest dog, is in a lot of pain. He hides it really well, and looks fine... 50% of the time, you can see it at night. Some times he cant get his hips to work right, and ends up having problems getting up and down. He is loosing control of some bodily functions, and he has been having panic attacks for no reason, needing to be near my father or he goes nuts. With the cold weather, his hips have been bothering him even more, and the pain is more and more obvious. Therefore, my father has decided to have him put down. Wednesday is the day. It wouldn't be so hard if he wasn't fighting against the pain as much as he is. He hasn't given up, but if feels like we are giving up for him, yet I understand my father not wanting him to be in pain. I don't know how I will be that day. I don't know if I will be wanting to talk to someone to get my mind off of some things, or if I will want to be secluded and recluse because of the situation. If you don't mind, just give me a call or something that day, even if I snap at you or something, trust me, afterwards I will appreciate it and I will apologize. post comment

[11 Dec 2006|06:06pm] I think I found someone that I like. Not just a little hook up, but someone I can get along with. And the best thing is, she plays paintball ^_^ post comment

[07 Dec 2006|04:26pm] Finals are coming up, yeah, it sucks, a lot to concentrate on, and then, this is dumped on me. My father has finally decided to put on of our dogs down. It has been a topic haunting this house for a while, but the poor dog is just getting really bad. He doesn't have anything failing on him but his hips, which cause him pain, and makes this harder on me, because it is a touch and go problem, making me wonder if it is really necessary at this moment. post comment

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