2:30pm

Well, it's break!
It is now 2:30pm and I just woke up. I got almost 12 hours of sleep last night- that is an AWESOME feeling, my friends!
Life has been just dandy lately. I can't wait to see what Santa brings me for Christmas, the holiday of which the whole kid year revolves around. My family is getting our Christmas tree tonight. It should be good.
Anyways, I haven't even hung out with any friends so far. I went to Videostop last night and rented 10 movies and watched 4 of them by myself last night. I didn't feel like doing anything else. Tonight I have to work until midnight, and then I will come home and watch more movies.
I am a winner!

Good day my friends, good day.

Not to play off others, blog entries, but Ryan sure you are friends with Jamie on Facebook, but i have succeeded in obtaining her AIM screen-name (in a completely non-stalker way). Perhaps however, we are both talking to the same 40 year old male who reads up on Jamie spears to lure in young naive children. I myself maintain emotional distance from this fictional Jamie Spears. As well trust me when I say there is no point in chasing after that cause she's with child, at an early age kinda missed your chance. The funny part is, she told me not to leak her screen-name because it was her main screen-name not the one she gives to fans.

For any of those hoping to flirt with a MILF(perhaps illegal diction for an english blog)

here is her main screen-name

2:15:14 PM jamiexoxo1990: hey hun

2:15:14 PM Raphael Addante (Autoreply): maybe

2:15:19 PM jamiexoxo1990: sry i havnt been on

2:15:33 PM jamiexoxo1990: u want my regular screenname?

2:15:41 PM jamiexoxo1990: cause this one is now my fans

2:17:09 PM jamiexoxo1990: are u there?

5 hour intermission, me being super psyched! .... psyche ...

7:59:17 PM jamiexoxo1990: ?

7:59:28 PM Raphael Addante: what were u saying before (she just got psyched)

7:59:30 PM Raphael Addante: i was afk

7:59:34 PM jamiexoxo1990: o

7:59:41 PM jamiexoxo1990: this is now my fan SN

7:59:47 PM jamiexoxo1990: thats why I'm like nvr on

7:59:50 PM Raphael Addante: oh

7:59:54 PM jamiexoxo1990: u want my realy one?

7:59:59 PM Raphael Addante: sure

8:00:30 PM jamiexoxo1990: cheerqueen07 (did i just get psyched?)

As for my own aspirations, I get enough preggos from GLEE, glee.

3 Sons in the NHL? Oh Yah

Obviously everyone has seen the movies Miracle, Friday Night Lights, and Mystery, Alaska, because they are three of the most badass sports movies, nay works of film, ever created by humans. Why are they so incredibly engrossing? They elevate athletes to the level of demigods: heroes who go to combat with glistening abs and even glisteningier flow (roll with it, Hal). This is where athletes belong in the pantheon of societal respect, wedged right between Achilles and Nelson Mandela. Now, I speak not of those who choose to partake in recreational activities, i.e. skiing, squash, swimming, and call themselves athletes. To those poseurs: please shut up, no one asked you.

I am talking about those champions with the requisite mental, intestinal, and genital fortitude to engage in the most good of all sports: lax, hurling, and Texas football. But above these, still, one remains: ice hockey, a sport so rigorous and so feared by the mainstream population that it has been largely outsourced to Canada, turning that country into a cess pool of subhumanity, where the inhabitants are illiterate in two languages and communicate primarily by grunts and the phrase "Oh yah", as in "Hm. Them guys a bunch of hosers, eh?" "Oh yah." But do not turn up your noses at these simple folk, for they are not dumb. Rather, they are the smartest people ever, as they know that by risking crippling injury and repeated face-washings, they may just find the holy grail, a.k.a. make the Show. Once in the show, you virtually have free reign to do whatever the hell you want. Beat up an opponent? 10,000 more kids just bought your jersey. Beat up your teammate? Get voted to an all-star game. Beat up a cab driver over 30 cents of change? Get your picture on the cover of a video game. Not to mention the plethora of sideline reporters throwing themselves at you; just ask Kathryn Tappen.

At this point, you are probably doing two things, possibly simultaneously. First, you may be kicking yourself, literally or figuratively, for not playing puck and wondering why you did not. In addition, you are wondering how any of this pertains to high school athletics. To answer both questions: you are not descended from King Leonidas himself, and calm down I'm getting there.

Let's get one thing straight: hockey, like a flowing mane, is a gift. Just as Peter Bensen's locks were bequeathed to him by Thor, having the ability to pull off the Datsyuk at 106 mph probably means Bobby Orr anointed you at birth. With that in mind, we can automatically eliminate 99% of humans from the pool of potential candidates for the Saturday game. In addition, to succeed at the greatest sport ever, one must have the will power and ballsy demeanor to power through 20 consecutive herbies because Dan Elliott two-handed some kid in the neutral zone. Add to this the mental acuity necessary to answer such brain-busters as "Who are you?" "Where you from?" and "Who do you play for?", and you have weeded out all but the most genetically exquisite homo sapiens. Which brings me to the 2009-10 Hanover Marauders. We ball. Everyone loves us. We are the coolest, strongest, fastest, smartest, humblest kids in the school, and I know that if it weren't for capacity limitations, every single person from a 35 miles radius would come watch us ball against Exeter on Saturday. But I am not writing this to brag, you all know how rad we are. Rather, please bear this in mind while watching us hang a 12-0 ass-whupping on Nolan Daley and his band of fairy men: we're better than you, and we know it.

Ride With Me

Last night it snowed a couple of inches. The plow hadn't made its rounds through my neighborhood as I was driving home last night, so the roads were quite slippery. I was having fun taking the turns a little faster than usual and sliding around the corners. It turns out that vans don't do so hot in the snow. As you might guess, I ended up in a snow bank. It was not a big deal because I was only going several miles per hour when I slid off the road, but the front wheels were not where they were supposed to be. Nothing was damaged except my pride when a neighbor showed up and helped push me out of the snow drift. To my defense, I was just continuing the family tradition of harmlessly driving off the road while trying to have wintery fun on snowy roads. My brother started the tradition by wedging the car halfway up a snow bank last winter. Again, no one and nothing damaged, but I'm sure my brother felt rather stupid as he stood locked outside his running car with the front wheels spinning at shoulder-height. The police officer called shenanigans, but didn't issue any tickets. Eighty dollars and a towtruck later, we were back on the road and ready to go.

College Woes

I have terrible senioritis. I haven't done homework for weeks. Or any work at all. I don't know where all the time goes. I usually find myself eating, sleeping, or going on facebook. But this pattern cannot continue. I need to keep my grades up if I am to have any chance at all of getting into college. This whole college deal is freaking me out. My parents are under the impression that when I sit in my room for hours I am working studiously on supplements and homework. I am supposed to have all of my applications ready by the end of the week so I don't have to work all vacation. Unfortunately, I have seven more supplements to go. When they find out that I haven't been working at all, there will be a problem. They just don't understand that I have things to do. Facebook needs to be checked, My Life is Average needs to be read, and the weather channel has to constantly be monitored in case of a spontaneous snow storm. If I get actually get started on college stuff, everything goes fine until I have to write something. I can fill out my name, birth date, and social security number for hours without getting tired. But then comes the dreaded essay with some question about why I want to go to the college and what I have to offer. I don't think colleges need to ask why I want to go to the college. They should just accept the fact that I am applying, and feel flattered. I never know how to answer that part of the question. Because the campus is pretty? Because the food is good? Because my parents are making me? I can never come up with any good answers to that question. And as for what I have to offer the school, I am always at a loss for words. Besides my sunny disposition, and my irresistible wit and charm, I don't have much to offer. I am not nationally ranked in any sort of sport, or really good at any other activity. I do lots of things, but I can't write down "is ok at a, b, and c." I also can't write down how excellent I am at things because that would be a lie. And if I got into college because of that lie, my whole life would be based on a lie. I won't even get started on the cost of applying to colleges. I don't want to have to pay $75 to get DENIED to Harvard or some other school. If I shell out my hard earned money, colleges should at least have the decency to accept me. The College Board is another organization that is just out to get money. I got a letter from UNH telling me that my SAT scores had not been sent. I found this odd, because I had spent an hour on the SAT site trying to send my four free score reports. UNH was on the list, and I had even printed out the receipt. My mother called the College Board angrily to ask what was wrong, and after being on the phone for 2 hours, and on hold for more than 45 minutes, they told her there was nothing they could do. I had simply not pressed the "send" button when I had sent my scores, and I was going to own up to my mistake. Then they hung up. This does not bode well for my college application process. If I can't even send in SAT scores correctly, how am I going to fend for myself once I get into college? My main fear about applying is that I will be 0 for 11, and I will have to live in my parents basement for the rest of my life, a complete failure. Except my mother has told me several times that I will have to move out if I don't go to college. So I will either go live with my neighbors, or be homeless. And unless I get my act together, that is the horrible truth I have to face.

college

Applying to college is getting really old. I had heard it was going to be tough, but it is so much more. I am sooooo tired of filling out applications and writing essays. I try not to think about where I'm actually going to get in, because then the stress level increases to a new level. I end up asking myself questions like where am I going to be at this time next year? What's going to happen to me? Where am I headed in life? Am I headed anywhere in life? I just want it to be second semester so that I don't have to worry about this crap anymore, but even then the wait will not be over until April. I am foreseeing three months of lying in bed at night and being plagued by the vicious questions listed above. Its really hard to stay focused in high school when all this college bs is infecting my brain. High school seems less and less important everyday, yet it is still as important as ever until next semester. I don't know what's going to happen to me, but something tells me it's not going to be good.

Dear Mr. Bourne,

Today we had a snow day, and due to the heavy snowfall, my internet was down. I could not access google docs, and so I could not work on my profile paper. I am writing here today to ask for the favor of an extension waiver for my paper until Monday the fourteenth of December, 2009. I have been vigorously getting ready for this years ski season, and I have had trouble balancing the academic component of a student-athlete's lifestyle. If granted this extension, I would have adequate time to both take advantage of this god given new snow, as well finish writing and editing my essay, so the essay can show the full extent of my writing potential. One may ask "Well Paco, why don't you simply compromise on your athletics and work on your essay instead?". My future rests on my shoulders for the eastern cup openers on the 19th and 20th of December as I must prove to various coaches from respectable colleges that I am able to compete with the best of the best, and that I should be a part of their college's ski program. To achieve these goals, I am asking for one thing from you Mr. Bourne, that is I need a weekend extension on the profile paper, and I will be able to please you with my paper on the following Monday.

Let it snow,

Paco

SKILLS THAT KILLS

I don't brag much, so here goes:

I rock. When it comes to owning at things that have no use but goofing off, I win. Let's take iMovie for example. I own. GAME OVER

Garageband? MISH MASH AND SPLASH I have a BALLIN' tune and PHAT rhymes in less than half an hour.

BUT those programs are child's play. What's REALLY fun to POWN FACE with is Photoshop. Less than an hour of work and I photoshop some RANDOM kid into a group picture and it looks SEAMLESS. CLONE STAMP TOOL, BACKGROUND ERASER. EDIT, LAYER OPTIONS, DROP SHADOW, INNER GLOW. GAUSSIAN BLUR. BALL UP. Shift+apple+N and I have ANOTHER LAYER. Maaaaaaan that's like TEN LAYERS. I just adjust opacity, Bevel and Emboss and BOOM. Another ten minutes and I PHOTOSHOP SOMEONE'S ARM AROUND HIM. BALL UP. I change the foreground color to PURPLE and add CLOUDS. Now we're BALLIN GOOD IN THE HOOD. My council poster's last year? I perfectly morphed myself onto Richard Nixon's head. I can stick Chewbacca's head on my body and laugh at that for hours. I can take a Paul Pierce photo and THROW IT ON THE GROUND. I THREW THE CAKE TOO.

I fenced my fencing coach and won. TWICE.

I'll go back to being meek now.

IM FRIENDS WITH JAMIE LYNN SPEARS ON FACEBOOK

I just thought everyone should know that I am facebook friends with Jamie Lynn Spears. And its not some weird person pretending to be her, because the guy who sent me a link to her page actually met her and she friended him. I met him on a cruise and he was cool and is trying to become a rapper so he got to meet young Spears at one of Britney's concerts. Anyways, when I friended her, she had 4,996 friends, four under the limit of friends you can have on facebook. The next time I looked at her page, it was at 5000 and nobody else could get in HA HA. So I know you are all jealous, but you will have to friend a poser instead with 23 friends that the REAL Spears made fun of on her wall.
Love,
Ryan K.

Kristin Britney Tate.

Hello Everyone!

I know have all missed hearing from me on the blog, but I've been very busy! I had to meet with Spielburg a lot this week to discuss a possible role for me in his upcoming film. He really wants me in it, but I'm just SO busy with everything right now, you know?
It's actually very cute, the paparazzi has started following me to school... Someone approached me today and said they wanted to take a photo for the yearbook... It was clever, but I was too smart for that. I knew that if I let them take the picutre, It'd be all of US the next day.
Ughhh I just want to be a normal teenager and live a normal life, you know? Why do they have to follow me everywhere? I think it's very sweet that I have fans and what not, but I want my personal life to be private.
Anyways, got to run off to an interview!

xoxo
Miss Tate

The Dream

This coming weekend, my two brothers and I are embarking on a monumental journey. We have planned to trek to West Lebanon and make our first stop at Taco Bell. At this mexican taqueria, I plan to purchase the famous Cheesy Gordita Crunch, merely one whole dollar and a fifty-cent coin. From there, we're heading to McDonald's where I'll find myself putting down a few clams for their salty and unhealthy french fries. Keep in mind that I will not begin eating until I have gathered all of my food. After McDonald's, we'll scoot over to Burger King, which I prefer, and I'll throw up a few mandarins for the incredible Rodeo Burger. This healthy sandwich is made up of a hearty burger and fresh Vermont cheese topped with homemade onion rings and barbeque sauce. Finally, our last stop will be at Wendy's for a chocolate frosty and the thrifty 5 piece chicken nuggets. After completing this dream, we will park our bodies and begin a feast... a feast greater than Thanksgiving, Christmas and a Birthday Dinner combined. Most good indeed.

I'll be surprised if anyone gives me this.

Modern Warfare 2: Perhaps the Greatest Game Ever (Although MW3 will probably be better)

After playing this game intensively after it was released and during the holiday break, I have a new appreciation for the meticulous laborers, animation specialists, music/sound directors, and all others involved in the making of a video game. There is just so much stuff they have to incorporate into the game. They have to create large, realistic, and crisp environments, take into account anything and everything a player might want to do at all times, and much more. Modern Warfare 2 is definitely more expansive than any other Call of Duty game currently on the market. Although the campaign is just as short as most Call of Duty campaigns, it definitely incorporates larger maps and scenarios, more bots (bad guys) to kill, a larger variety of people, machines, weaponry, etc. And included is a new 2 player special operations mode which had never been incorporated into Call of Duty before. And of course the infamous online multiplayer, which is definitely the best so far (even topping Halo in my book). The customizations, from call-signs and rankings to attachments and perks, are insane. There are just so many ways to personalize your account and this definitely is one important aspect that lures so many people to the online multiplayer and why MW2 is (and well may be in the future too) king right now.

Personally not having played the solo campaign very much, I cannot comment on it excessively. I can, however, say that there is definitely much more to do (other than the regular skirmishes, on the ground). Incorporation of vehicles definitely makes the game more enjoyable, although the creators' conservatism in this area does displease many fans, including me. With that said, I can however comment extensively on the cooperative spec ops mode. Definitely key to why this Call of Duty game is so popular, the spec ops mode is something that makes it fun for anyone amateur. In this mode, when one player is wounded, the other can always revive him. So for the first-timer, this is definitely something that will help make the game more enjoyable. Another aspect of spec ops that is outstanding is the need for strategy. Whether you're breaking through a gulag facility or facing waves of juggernauts on a oil rig, strategy is definitely key in being able to get past each wave and achieve the objective. This takes the game to a whole new level; blind shooting is not enough anymore. Although pausing to plan an attack is sometimes a bit annoying, it definitely makes the player think more and really get into the game. Last but not least, the multiplayer is still "boss." The huge, huge maps definitely gives the up to 16 players much more room to work with. And nothing is more satisfying than destroying a few opponent with a few prolonged bursts or long range headshots and getting away with it. And the new heartbeat sensor and thermal sights make hunting so much easier. Really, there need not be anything said about the online multiplayer; once you have played it, you will know.


Stay tuned for the next edition of the Hanover High Gamer's Association, "LIVE with Thermal Sight, Silenced Barrett 82A1(M107)"

Yea no...................

The College Process

People hate and fear the college process for years before it happens, and parents always have horror stories from their friends about kids that didn't make it through for whatever reason.
I would like to say that I really don't think it was THAT bad. Pain in the arse for sure, because every time you add a college to your list you have to write a supplement that you don't care about but have to make good, but other than the supplements it's pretty simple. One essay, which most seniors write for english class anyways, and filling out the common app are both pretty simple.
In fact, I would say that the hardest part of the college process (besides choosing schools) is getting those stupid yellow sheets into the (for the most part) lazy guidance staff. I don't see why it takes them to write a blurb on thirty kids then ship the stuff off. Sheesh.
Anyways, happy hunting to everyone trying to get into schools for next year.