Curse You 343 Guilty Spark!

Ack. I feel dead today. It might have something to do with the 3 hours of crackball (a variant of dodgeball) I played yesterday, and the snowball fight....and the mere 7 hours of sleep I got. Oh well, it was worth it I suppose. Ah yes, I haven't explain the barbaric ritual of crackball yet have I? Well I shall.
Crackball at my school is rather like a religion. Skipping playing it in our minuscule gym at lunch is a bit like blasphemy. It's essentially dodgeball with a few minor variations. The goal is the same though: hit people with the ball. Whenever we play I can just imagine some aliens spying on us for a sort of national geographic documentary of humans. "Here we find a group of the creatures partaking in what appears to be some sort of barbaric religious function. Possibly a sacrifice."
Crackball isn't quite as barbaric as all that though. We've refined throwing a plain red ball with all of our force to an art. Dodging and catching too. Tricky spin moves, jumping off of the waist-high trim around the edges of the gym, diving behind people and catching the ball while horizontal in midair, it ends up looking rather like something out of the matrix.
The other day our rapist/crack addict PE teacher let us play in class a little bit. He decided to join in too. I should add before I continue with this story that it is the goal of my friend Zach and I to be absolute spazzes during class cause it's our last year at the school and we hate the teacher. We have been sent out of class and all that stuff several times and gotten the "I need more respect" lecture about 20 times. So far, our mission is a success! But back to the story. So the teacher decided to join the game, and he obviously hates the heck out of me. So he wings the ball as forcefully as he can straight at my upper chest/neck. It's a direct hit, with a massive TWACK noise I feel the ball literally bend around my torso, then shoot off into space. "HOLY CRAP DUDE!" yells my friend drew, "that sounded like a frickin' CANNONBALL!" After about half an hour I discovered a huge red mark all across my torso. Good times, good times...good times to get revenge that is. Muahaha.
Onto a different topic...I beat the Halo campaign yesterday. Woot. Now I'm going back through and trying to beat it on legendary. By the nine divines (random gamer geek joke) is it hard to beat! The strategy involved is quite engaging however.
I have nothing left to say really so I'll upload a doodle I made with the Artrage 2.5 demo. That program rocks.