Monday, March 21, 2011

Florida, son!

   Everybody picked Pitt for their Final Four.
   I said, "Pitt sucks dick, I'm sending Florida."
   Now, Pitt lost. Go figure. I knew they would choke. But my team, Duke, my boys are still gon' be the champions.
   I went 3-2 at CO States.  I probably won't bother with a tourney report, because none of my games were that interesting. I knew I wouldn't Top, since it was a Top 4 cut, but I didn't even get into Top 8 for a few packs, which was mighty disappointing. Especially since I got beat out of Top 8 by 1% of Opponent's Win percentage.
   Just so you know.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

lol?

   Hey guys, guess who's sick again? I was sick yesterday, too. But, it's ok. Because Wax released his mixtape. Wax is one of the best musicians ever, no joke. He raps, sings, plays guitar, does comedy, the man is fantastic. No joke, go to his website to download his new "Scrublife" mixtape, because it really is amazing.
   I played some WoW today. I played it pretty obssesively in like, December, January. But, I didn't own Wrath, and so WoW went on kind of a hiatus since I couldn't level and don't Raid. I mean, I leveled an alt a little, and ran a Heroic once in a while, but meh.
   But, this past weekend, I finally got over to Gamestop to buy WoTLK. So now, my main (Esoj on Moonrunner, wassup?!) is at... 72? 73? IDK. But I've been questing the shit out of Dragonblight, so chea.
   Colorado States, like I said, is coming up this weekend. My deck's running pretty well. I feel like it could still be better, but tbh I don't know what to change.
   In summary: Go get Wax's mixtape. Your life will be changed.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

WHAT'S GOOD

   So, States went bad. I went 2-3. But it's alright, know why? Because I'm heading up to Colorado next weekend with the homies LJ and Vulpix Yolk (ANSON). We gon' rape face at their States, cuz neither me or LJ did as good as we thought we would. LJ went 3-2 though, so he came in 6th and landed some packs. LOL, Call of Legends, LOL.
   So chea, I'mma write a tourney report for kicks. But Colorado, I'm gonna fuck shit up over there. Like, no joke, I'mma fuckin' win, man. I figured out some revisions to my deck, and now it's running even smoother and more consistently. Plus, it's decked out in these sweet-ass, blue, Ultra-Pros. Bastards gon' get their shit fucked, yo.
  
Round 1: vs. Michael A.
   I guess he was running Electric. IDK, we've seen him at tournies, he's at a lot, but he's not very good. And he hasn't improved much, either. I think he was a Junior last year, and my guess is that the transition did not treat him well. But he's a nice kid and stuff, so whatever.
   He started with an Electrike, iirc. I just got out a Donphan and raped him. It was a four-turn game, and I felt a little bad. He really got nothing, and I just ran him over. GG, though.
1-0
Round 2: vs. Curtis S.
   This was one of the weirdest matches I've ever played. At first, I kinda didn't like the kid, because he wasn't saying much when I greeted him and introduced myself. But after a bit, he warmed up. "Is this your first States?" he asked. I told him I had come last year, and asked if it was his.
   "No, it's my ninth."
   He had a Worlds playmat, too. So, during the set up phase, he asked if I could spread out my prizes more. I obliged, because it's no big deal. Turns out he's pretty picky about Pokemon.
   He was playing with Garchomp C, so I assumed I'd see a Luxray. Never did. He locked me up and actually did a lot of damage to Donphan and Kingdra with a Belted Roserade GL. Once, I forgot to discard my Supporter. Now, me, just being me, I am never picky about little things like that. He pointed it out and told me that he would be forced to call the judges if it happened again. It did, because I wasn't really in the zone, but I got in no trouble, the judges just told me not to do it again.  He also got mad because I was Earthquaking, and didn't have damage counters. I ususally have some, but I had forgotten them at home. But it wasn't like he had damage counters either.
   But, I was doing ok early game, but let-game he pulled out all these goddamn Poketurns. His Garchomp refused to die, with a combination of Healing Breath and Turn.  SO, in the end, he pulled out a Celebi Prime to attach enough Energy and Dragon Rush for the game. GG anyway, even though he kinda bugged me.
1-1
ROund 3: vs. buh
   I feel really bad that I don't remember the kids name, because we've met like eight times. He was playing MewPerior, and was actually 2-0. I don't remember much, because this was a crazy fast game. We both got set-up T1, and were just trading prizes. It should have been not as close, but I made a FUCKING RETARDED play, and Belted a Donphan in the hopes of living a Hard Crush. But I didn't (he got five energy), and it was really close.
   I still won though, just constantly knocking out his endless stream of Mew Primes.
2-1
Round 4: vs. Josh M.
  GODAMMIT JOSH
   We have like a rivalry with this damn Texan. He comes to all of our damn tournies and rapes us every fucking time. But today, I thought I could beat him. He's running BLG, and I have an pretty good matchup. But I couldn't get out a damn Donphan to save my life, and he got some quick, early-game knockouts that definitely mattered.
   I was forced to just spam Kingdra all fucking game, and he was just like, "lolluxray." So, I went down. He's cool guy though, for the most part, so it was a fun game.
2-2
Round 5: vs. Victoria N.
   I knew I couldn't Top at this point, because there was only a Top 4 cut. But, I thought I might at least get some packs, since if I won the next match, I would be 3-2. I figured I had played pretty good people, so I had a solid chance.
   So anyway, she was a chick, which was just like, "lolololol?" I could tell she was playing VileGar, but I was ready. I had all my techs, and I was prepared to dump Trainers like there was no tomorrow. I had a pretty quick set-up, too. Once she evolved to Gloom, I locked that bitch up with Froslass GL, the most pimpin' goddamn anti-metagame tech in the whole fucking game.
   But she was doin' all these Retreating jazz, but I figured I could still kill the Vileplume and get at least one turn to set-up. and I could do a good job of it, too, because I had THREE GODDAMN POKE DRAWERS IN MY HAND. But then, she made a very good play and attached a Rescue.
   From then, it was all downhill. I was spamming hand-refreshers, but I always ended up with at least three Trainers in my hand. I could get nothing else set-up, and he swept me.


   So, yeah, 2-3 blows, but hey. I got some dice right after Round 2, just to spite that kid. I got some cool trades I guess, so it could be worse. And, I'm fucking prepared as hell for CO States next week. BITCHES GON' GET WRECKED.

Friday, March 11, 2011

PUT YO' HANDS UP!

   Chea, because New Mexico State Championships is tomorrow! My good buddy LORDY JONES, or Noah, has already called winning it, but I get Colorado net weekend. Noobs gon' get raped, son!
   I'm running motha' fuckin' Crown Digger. Ya'll kids can found out what the FUCK that is as soon as States is over, 'cause I don't want those damn El Paso kids to know what I'm using. No one reads this blog anyway, though. But know what I say to that? I say, "FUCK YOU," because I'm having a lot of fun writing this.
  And I don't even have to make any goddamn sense. I'm the fucking man! But chea, we gon' do all good tomorrow, it's gonna be fucking fun. Just gotta write up my decklist, and I'll be all set to, as LORDY would say, WRECK FACE.
   And, I'll look good while doing it, thanks to my new, gangsta'-ass hair cut, and my godly body that chicks beg to touch. YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH, BIIIIIIIITTTTTTTCHHHHHHHHHHHH

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Fly Like a G6

   I got a new haircut.
   Lookin' pretty "g."

Monday, March 7, 2011

MOAR BASKETBALL. And art, also.

   Does anyone still play "Wii Sports Resort" besides me? Well, yesterday, I was just super bored. I'm fighting Geichizu on my Black, but my DS is low on batteries and I don't have a charger. So, I decided to pull out my Wii. I don't use my Wii much, because I have a lot of animals, so it's a hassle to pack it up, and take it out every single time I use it. But I was bored.
   I started to play Basketball. I usually only play Swordplay, but I wanted to see if I'd gotten any better at Wii Basketball since I've certainy gotten better at it irl. I did a three-point contest, just for kicks, and I was suprised. My old record was six, but first attempt I smashed it. 22. Motha' fucka', wassup?
   But then I couldn't stop. I was up 'til midnight just alternating between pick-up games and the three-point contest, with only short breaks to play Ping-Pong (we Asians are supposedly very good at that). But I never broke my record of 22. In fact, by the end of it, I was only getting to like, 16.


   Also, this is an art blog now.
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Saturday, March 5, 2011

The Path of Winning

   "My path is now clear. Defeat is not an option." -Charlie Sheen
   Today, I was heading up to Albuquerque to go watch a basketball game. Lobos, w00t w00t! So, it's about an hour drive so I brought my DS. Pokemon Black and White are coming out soon in America, so I decided to try and finish my Japanese Black. I beat the last Gym Leader today, after having been stuck for about a month after the seventh Gym. My DS had been dead, so I didn't bother looking up help or anything.
   So, after beating that old dude, I was on that cool path where you have to have all the badges to proceed. They made it really cool in B/W, they have these neat cutscenes after each door and errything. So, I was merry on my way, coming to that big cave. I was thinking, "Huh, they made the Pokemon League kinda weird." When I entered, I found myself in an actual cave, like a dungeon.
   I don't know how I forgot. Victory Road. The huge, winding, final dungeon in the game. Combining the horrible puzzles from before, including ice problems and Strength mazes. Plus, it's filled with the hard-AI Trainers with access to items. And I also noticed that there's no Pokemon Center right outside the entrance, like there has been in past games.
  In closing, all I have to say is: Victory Road. You don't fuck around with it.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Getting Better at the B-ball

   So, I like basketball a whle bunch. I'm just not very good at it. Me and my buddy Miguel play basketball every P.E. class, and I've only beat him once. I think after today, it's... 20-1, his favor. I was doing good today, winning the hole game, like by eight (we play by twos, to 40). But, my main problem is I'm no athlete. Miguel plays sports for the school, so he can just outlast me all day. I'm a ok shot, and I can drive past him a lot, but once I get tired, he's got me.
  While we were playing, we took a break, because I started bleeding. My knuckles have been kinda dry and cracked lately, so I guess playing basketball just cut opened up the cuts. There was a lot of blood, though.
  So, once we finished our game, we were just shooting around, trying three-pointers. I can't shoot distance for crap, and I was airballing those mother-fuckers all over the goddamn place. But, there's this cool junior who plays with us sometimes, named Ramiro.
  He saw that I was sucking, so he decided to help me out. He was talking about some gypsy magic, like getting into a rythm, I believe he said. So that's what I did, and I started getting it. Most of my shots still just hit the rim, but I sunk a few of those bastards.
  That's all that really happened. Today was the day before spring break starts, so I guess I'm pretty excited. Plus, States is this weekend. I play the Pokemon card game competitively. So that's cool. Now I just need a ride.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

What an powerful day

   So, like I said, I was not at school the past few days. So today, I came back into a brand new schedule. I always used to eat lunch to early, at 11:00. With the new schedule, I eat at 10:15. YUR DOIN' IT PUBLIC SCHOOLS. So yeah. On Saturday, me and my good friend Noah went to a competition. We are part of MESA. That is, Math Engineering Science Achievement. It's essentially Geek/Loser/Nerd Club.
   But anyway, this competition, Noah and I some how won. Within our school we were split into groups, and a group made of two freshman with bad focus seems like a forumla for not-success. But somehow, we did it, advancing Santa Fe High to the State Competiton. Chea.
   So today, we had a pep rally at school. They congratulated the sports teams, blah, blah, blah. Then they congratulated us.  We (the whole club, thank god, not just me and Noah) got to walk to the center of the gym, holding our pimpin', gangsta'-ass trophy, amid cheers from our classmates. It was actually going OK, cuz no one knows what the fuck MESA is. So, we just looked like badasses with our trophy and ribbons, and when Mr. Trujillo pointed out that we had won Distrcit two years in a row, the crowd just went fuckin' wild, I tell ya. Girls were just begging for us to even look at them, I swear.
  But then, Mr. Trujillo felt the need to explain that "MESA" stands for Math, Engineering, Science Achievement. *Sigh...* Well, nothing's perfect.  But luckily, our nerdiness was detracted from by a teacher's only dance-off.
  Plus, all my friends that I ride the bus home with were at soccer, so I only got shit from one. And even he pointed out that we seemed badass until the crowd learned MESA's meaning. And after that, he got distracted by a girl so we dropped the subject. It could've been worse. A lot worse.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Why I have Time for This

   I've been meaning to set up a blog for approximately 9,001 years. Today, I'm home from school, so I figured, "why not?"
   But there's a interesting story behind that. Yesterday I stayed home because I was sick, my throat hurt and errything. Today, I was feeling fine. I like to play basketball, so I have a basketball in my house that I just dribble when I'm bored. It was a few minutes before I leave for the bus, and the weirdest shit happened, I swear.
   I dropped the ball, and as I was going to get it back, my eyesight cut out. All I saw was black, but I was walking. Except, now I was walking in the opposite direction of the ball. And I knew that, and I told my legs to stop but they didn't, and guess what. I slammed into a wall. The left side of my face and my collar are all red and puffy, so I guess I was walking kinda fast.
After that, I kinda flipped the fuck out. I started talking to my dad about it, and I just got really scared, and I started shaking, and crying. It kinda fucked me up, too. I was with my dad at work (he didn't want to leave me alone), and I kinda figured out the effects of what happened.
   My knuckles hurt when I squeeze things. Well, after I let go of something I was squeezing, there's this sharp, fiery pain in my knuckles. I'm walking pigeon-toed again. I used to when I was a kid, but I stopped. Since this, though, I've been doing it again. I don't remember it too good. I have the obvious red marks on my hands and neck where I actually came into contact with the wall. For a bit, my hands wouldn't respond and move like I wanted them to, but that's gone away. Now I'm back at my house, and I can't even figure out which wall I ran into.
   IDK.

O"blog"itory First Post

Aren't I funny with the puns? So, my idea is to not do a whole lame-ass introduction thing. My idea is that people who follow this will get to know me as they read. But as far as basics go, my name is 6-D. I play Pokemon, and I draw. I also play video games. I'm super cool and errything. I'm Asian. K.