Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless, but if you shoot me, then you're famous...

What's a nigga to do? Damn, haven't listened to Jay-Z in AAAAAGES. Good thing Fonz already ripped all of our Jigga albums on the computer, saving me the trouble of having to do it for myself. Before anything (except Eminem), I was into Jay-Z. I spent my high school years listening to Jigga, thanks to my brother. With him saturating the household with Jay-Z, I eventually learned to idolise the man myself. The dude is just sick on the mic. Pity he had to do the shitty Mash-Ups with Linkin Park. I mean, I listened to them for like, a couple of hours or so, but after that they just got really old, really fast. Oh well, now I've got (most of) all the albums on my iPod, so . Not including the Mash-Ups, Jigga's never ever put out a bad album. The city is still his!

Anywho, Bro. Pat actually retired today. Seemed kinda surreal; he'd been principal way before we got there, so having a different principal's gonna be really weird. Oh well, with him retiring, we didn't have any periods today, so . Took full advantage, me and the guys took something like 86 pics, what with us having a 90 minute or so lunch.

Today seemed like retro day for some reason. First, listening to Jay-Z again after a helluva long time. Then, ate at the reincarnation of this restaurant that we used to eat at, but closed down. Plus, I'm actually awake past 12 again. Retro at its finest. Word.

Weekend-wise...In terms of a Hollywood Celebrity-themed party, would me dressing up as Seth Cohen be WAYYY too predictable? Well, it's either Seth, or Eminem, or one of the guys from Fat Pizza. Then again, my wardrobe IS typically Cohen, so maybe it would be better to stick to what's easiest. Oh well, last minute decisions for all.

Today was a really fun day, what with the hilarious photo sessions and the dinner with the familials and everything, but I've gotta say that Yellow was still [one of] the highlight[s] of Blue's day . Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. Happy birthday, Dad! Happy birthday, JB!

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You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said, 'I miss you?' - Incubus

There we go, short and sweet. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. Blue's glued. Gulp. But yay, at the same time.

Ramblings

For the first time in two weeks or so, I'm actually awake past 11PM. Actually, way past 11PM. I'm taking advantage of not having to wake up until 8AM tomorrow morning. Since I can't sleep, I'm just gonna post random notes and ramblings.

• "School sucks, and it's full of lesbians!" - Crazy Lady at Westpoint, circa 2003
• New Westpoint = Pwnage
• Westpoint Classic/Old Westpoint/Throwback Westpoint/Ghetto Westpoint = Pwned
• New Westpoint - No more hobo smell; gives Blacktowners actual reason to live in Blacktown; sooner or later, will eventually get invaded by the bums of Blacktown
• Wearing a crisp pair of Air Jordan XVIII's, still looking brand new, and realising you got them two years ago...reminds you that your feet haven't grown in about four years.
• Pumping yourself up to play basketball by watching Lakers Dynasty DVD's, then wearing your Jordans the next day, effectively preventing you from the slightest physical activity which may possibly incur any form of damage on the shoes, does not compute.
• Coming home and going straight to sleep has become a new habit.
• So has starting homework at 7:30PM.
• Missing the bus on purpose without knowing what time the next bus arrives = stupid. Therefore, Marty = stupid. Hey, it's just like a theorem.
• Speaking of theorems, Narayan's Theorem - The corresponding angles subtended by alternate universes are equal, congruent and similar simultaneously - though yet to be proven and makes no sense whatsoever, is awesome.
• Finals-speak: The war is over, and Detroit was left standing. That makes it three times that the Pistons have eliminated a team that I was going for in the Playoffs/Finals: my Lakers last year, and Indy and Miami this year. The NBA's worst nightmare has come true; scores below 80 due to mind-numbingly stagnant offense for all. The only two teams I really hate are both in. I'm gonna have to go with the lesser of two evils, and actually root for Detroit in the Finals. T-Robot's still gonna kill 'em, though. Damn, San Antonio. Spurs in six.
• Most people believe that not going on MSN allows you to actually get homework done. This, sadly, is false. MSN or no MSN, it's still no HW for me, the clinically lazy man.
• Watching your friends represent the school is always fun. Watching them lose, less so. Half-watching and half-listening to AC/DC's Thunderstruck sync up with the gameplay, now THAT'S fun.
• So is ignoring the game and just listening to Guns N' Roses' Nightrain on your iPod, remembering the days when, as a 6-year old, you would run around the house repeating the same lyrics verbatim.
• "Damn you, damn the broccoli and damn the Wright Brothers!" - Stewie

I think that should just about do it for my rambling, though I'm still very much awake. Oh well, gotta at least try to sleep. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

Punknown

Once upon a time, in the magical land of Physecks, there lived four young warriors, each of whom possessed unbounded talent and an innate ability to disrupt any attempt by the evil Physecks monster, known as Narayanblor, to conduct a formal teaching lesson. Individually, these warriors were extraordinary, however, once they pooled their enormous talents together, they became known as the Physecks heroes of rock and/or roll. They were idiotic. They were disruptive. They were controversial. They were Punknown.

The vision began with the trio of Marty (AKA Martino Heat), Jono (AKA Studman) and Mark (AKA Iceberg). Sitting together in the back of the Physecks classroom, they discovered that they each shared a common musical taste. The three would often cover classic songs, each bringing their own special twist to the song, be it through random actions (Studman), nonsensical outbursts (Iceberg) or deviating from the style of the original song (Martino Heat). Not long after, the idea of forming a band was tossed around, and met with equal parts excitement and idiocy (case in point: the group celebrated the formation of the band by slapping each other with flexible rulers. Ouch.).

However, the band was lacking a capable presence on the drums. Enter sandman, or more accurately, Goldy (AKA Wonderboy). With Wonderboy on the drums, Iceberg on the guitar, and Martino Heat and Studman, on the tambourine and bongos respectively, collectively handling the vocals, the musical identity of the group was forged. All that was left was a suitable handle, and the group would be on its way.

Several ideas were tossed around. The main theme of the band was Physecks, and as such, a Physics-based name was the only way to go. However, most of the names discussed sucked. Bad. One name that showed promise was Narayan's Destiny, in honour of the group's main adversary, Narayanblor. However, early one morning, Narayanblor was in the midst of another baffling lesson, attempting to explain the concept of momentum. All four members of the group realised something that was somewhat of an anomaly, written on the whiteboard. In explaining unknown momentum, Narayanblor had written 'P' and a subscript of 'unknown.' However, the writing had been weirdly arranged, and looked more like 'Punknown.'

From that day on, the group became known as Punknown, and Physecks would never be the same, or as nonsensically confusing, ever again, as the lunacy erupting in the back row would usually distract us from the work. The band became much more than a musical group. In fact, music was probably the activity the band engaged the least in. Despite Studman dropping Physecks earlier this year, he did not drop the band, and to this day continues to represent Punknown. The remaining three Physecks students continue the tradition of hilarity, physicality and stupidity to this very day. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

EDIT: I had no intention of copying anyone else's story. Honest to God! I just couldn't think of any other way of starting the story. The rest just kinda fell into place.