Pwning Noobs and Loving Tunes

I started playing Counter-Strike again recently. Although, contrary to my very misleading blog title, I am god awful at it. I keep playing alongside Mr. Erikson and becoming quite overshadowed. He tends to have records like 4 kills to 1 death or better ratio while I'm just about the inverse. It's a very sad thing to see my character's head get blown off so frequently (which is what she said?). It's actually a little insulting to my name on the game actually (which is Ender). I am shaming such a perfect soldier's name unfortunately.

I very much love music my friends. It has quite a power over me. Good music of most genres can force me to experience the whole gambit of emotions (except sadness, I have no soul). The reason I mention this is because I am listening to some of that music I downloaded from that website mentioned in my previous post, and I just want to go out into the world and decapitate some zombies or overthrow a tyrannical futuristic government. Speaking of music, in general, I think all fist pumping looks ridiculous. People throwing their hands at the air typically look as stupid as people standing up in church and assuming the crucifixion position. The only time I can empathize with these people is when I listen to Tool. That wondrous sound has the power to make me want to fight someone. Mind you when I say fight someone, I don't mean in a Fight Club sense. I mean in a wildly unbalanced Sam gets to pulverize someone sense.

I think it should be shared that I woke up in one of the best moods I have ever been in today. After I woke up, I spent an extra hour in bed going in and out of sleep. Once I actually got up it was raining outside and very pretty to hear and see. My parents were playing some music over the house speakers and everything just seemed very awesome. Oh, best part: my favorite cereal. Game set and match.