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Well, I probably won't be on here regularly till school ends (June 4th). But here's a few quick updates since then:I'm 16No more girlfriend I'm addicted to Spider-Man: Web of ShadowsGot Halo WarsI love Guns 'N' Roses new album, Chinese Democracy!Getting the new Mythic Map pack this week

My church team's 3rd game was today, and we won 43-21! We're currently 2-1 and are going into the semi-finals next week. In school, my team's 3-1-1. Our game on Friday was a win: 24-18.

Woah, haven't posted in a while. Well, let's see:I got the remaining GlatorianI have a girlfriendMy fish, Takea, died I got the Halo Legendary Map PackI've played the Halo Wars demo (awesome game)and I went on a snow campout Fri-SatAnd that's my life update in a very, very, VERY small nutshell.

I got Malum, Skrall, miscellaneous movies, Frontlines: Fuel of War, Guitar Hero: World Tour, a DC Comics Guide to Writing Comics, and Xbox Live Gold! My Gamertag is IKI 779. I'm mostly playing Halo 3, but will play Call of Duty 4, Gears of War, and a few other games every once in a while. I'm looking for people to play the meta-campaign on Legendary with the Fog, Catch, Tough Luck, IWHBYD, Cowbell, and Grunt Birthday Party skulls on and free-for-all scoring.

Merry Christmas!!!

Whoa, haven't been on here in a while. But as a matter of fact, I AM a Spartan. My number is 779.

Okay, seriously the numbers 1, 7, 11, 17, 117, and countless other combinations of 1 and 7 have been haunting me. I've been seeing it EVERYWHERE. School, home, web ads, music times, prices... Then I realized that 779-117=662; 6+6+2=14/2=7. And that number comes from my first sentence, "I knew it: 7-7-9!" (hence my profile name being IKI 779) wich to this day I still have no idea where that came from, then I realize that connection with the numbers! ... Okay, rant over. Go back to not wasting your time reading this.

I've been getting very bored in Geometry class, so now instead of taking notes I started sketching/doodling.First was "TMNT", the four Ninja Turtles, of courseThen was "The Solemn", a BIONICLE-esque figure, the hero, watching a body one of the people he protects float down a riverThis week, I began an art series called "Being".RemorseContemptHypocrisyCold HateSilent FearRageDeceptive HospitalitySerenityZealLustHumilityGreedCurrently these are just light sketches, so once I do them in pen I'll scan them.

For I have succumbed to the disease that is... Twilight. That book is awesome! But I've seen the previews for the movie, and as I was reading it I just kept thinking "They're burying this wonderful story alive. "

I just realized I missed my BZPBirthday: October 31. But hey, I got the Huna spinny! *yayzerz* Now for the acceptance speech: I greatfully accept this award, and would like to thank the BZP community and my parents for...(etc.) BZPRuelz!

I accidently deleted my Xbox profile (not Xbox Live, so I can't recover it). But just the profile, the achievements and game saves are all still in the Brain but I don't know how to get them back. Does anyone know how I can transfer them to a new profile or how to get the old one back?

Is the [second] best sandwich place (first is Mr. Pickle's). This week was the start of a new quarter, and already I've made seven new friends. Last Saturday I went to a Trunk-or-Treat, which was surprisingly fun. Tuesday I went to a corn-maze, which was also surprisingly fun. And tomorrow I'm going to a Halloween party.

..."OH SNAP!" over and over again.

Where's Waldo? Introduction Crowds. They fill streets, malls, subways, airports. They can hide secrets, killers. Sins. Trading illegal drugs, mugging. Pick-pocketing, cheating. Murdering. Taking an innocent life. Stealing the future. Death. For some, a time of rejoicing the life of a loved one. To others, a cold grip to fear and hate. Cold, winter. Symbols... A symbol... Crowds. Prologue Joven Flint was a logical man. He needed to be, it was his job. Reasoning was his nature. Otherwise he would not be a logical man, and, therefore, be unable to do his job. Unable to fulfill his duty, his destiny. And we can’t have that, now. Can we? said his mind. No, we cannot, said his heart. We will not. “After all,” said Flint. “That just wouldn’t be logical.” Not in the slightest, said his soul. He continued reading. Nathaniel House was a logical man. He needed to be, it was the only way he could do what he did. The only way he could survive. Primal logic. Chance. Black or white, no gray. Otherwise he would die. And we don’t want that, do we? quizzed his mind. No, stated his heart. We do not. “Besides,” said House. “That just wouldn’t make any sense.” No sense at all! cackled his soul. He kept watching. The building was not a logical one. It couldn’t be. Unless it wanted its secrets to be available to anyone who entered. Which it didn’t. For its secrets were not meant to be shared with any man, lest he be a logical one. Creak, creaked its floors. Groan, groaned its structure. “Flint, Joven: Criminal Profiling Division,” said the plaque on the fourth door to the right, zero level. Secrets, whispered the air. It went on standing. Comments, critique.

I went on an overnighter during the weekend with some people from my church. It was fun, we played air hockey most of the time. Haven't played any Xbox lately, too much homework. I can play Closer to the Truth on piano, and my friend's learning the guitar part. I'm also learning the original version of Maple Leaf Rag. I also found my best friend from fifth grade on *a certain popular website.* Tchues!