And so {optics} was born.

Counter-Strike is taking more and more of my life as time goes on...Yet it still is teh rulz.

{optics} is our clan name which is mostly local but has a few extended members.

Me, Jimmy, Alex, and Lance are the admins and can be found on "{optics} clan server" 5-6 hours a day.

Speaking of which, I am now going to play some more.

Super Movie Review Time #2: Beerfest

Yet another fantastic Broken Lizard film. A good story, original, and not too artsy. You could tell the writers/director didn't take their jobs too seriously and know how to make people laugh. Lots of characters to relate to and lots of women to gawk at. Seriously, it's like tits every 10 minutes. It rules.
A disappointment is that it had to end. I could totally see a series being made out of this and watch it prosper.
Developed characters, more stories, pointless yet funny twists, slutty grandmothers, and beer. What more could a movie possibly offer?

10/10

And to hell with anyone who disagrees. USA! USA! USA!

Ethics of streaking

Ever been streaking? You know that feeling you get when you finish? Euphoric.

There's a sense WHILE your doing it like in the back of your mind some one is saying,

"OMG GO GO GOOGOGOGO HURRYLOLOLOL!!!"

And then when you realize your thinking that, you laugh. You just laugh. Not a long laugh. Just a chuckle. A chuckle that says, "Lol, dude your naked and running"

Then, when you finish, you put your clothes on, a for a split second, your closer to the people your with then ever before. Then that closeness turns into an akward moment. Then that akward moment conjur's nervousness. And from the nervousness come a laugh.

A long, fulfilling laugh.

The best way to learn that brakes don't work.

On a bike of course.

Well, I was running from *blank's* *blank* and it was late at night and it was down hill and they were in a car and I was on a bike.

Read the previous sentence 3 times...then you will have a mental picture.

Well I got to the end of the street and they were still riding my ass, well I saw a creek and tried to slow down at the last moment. Oh wait, I have no breaks...*crash*.

I got up and screamed "IIIMMM BLLAACCK!!! AHHH!!!!!!!!" To throw them off and then raced off into the woods/creek.

I got lost in the woods/creek for around 45 minutes. I ended up at Grapevine Lake and decided, maybe I should turn back.

So, when I finally met up with teh crew, we were back at Connor's house and chilled.

The end.


/friday night