Today was cool. Nothing amazing happened at skool. I got home, owned in Halo. I've started teaching noobs how to play. I set up 1v1 games, and give them tips as I kill them. It gets me better at my headshots, and helps improve gameplay. I really enjoy teaching people. They love the tips on how to get better. By the end theyve usually skill killed me one or two times.

I'm under the impression my parents are trying to get rid of my tomorrow. My dad was urging me to go the a Boy Scout campout, which I didn't have the equipment or the time to go on. Greg Wilson then comes over and asks me if I wanna play paintball. Normally I wouldn't suspect anything, but, I dunno. We have houseguests here for the weekend, which I suspect is part of the reason. They normally wouldn't care if I spent all my time playing Halo, but they're sleeping in MY room [grr]. In any case, the circumstances don't quite fit together. They may want to talk to these houseguests about me, and they've probably realized by now that I have SOME way of hearing the conversation in the house. I'm used to eavesdropping on all their conversations, as evil as that sounds. Oh well. A cool day, in any case.