School's Out for Summer

Although it isn't my favorite song by Alice Cooper (I prefer "No More Mister Nice Guy"), but it still expresses what will happen in less than twenty four hours. I'm going out on a low note (Goff is my last final), but alas, that will make me feel all the more relieved when I realize I don't have to think for another four monthes (not that our summer vacation is only three monthes long). So what will I do over my break?
Five things:

1) Football. We have football practice every weekday and most Saturdays throughout summer. I play right tackle on our Junior Varsity team, and I full well expect to start this year. I have gotten much faster since last year, and the tight end and I work really well together.

2) Band. I am in a rock band, the Gods of Rock, with Ian McNee, Chris Benham, and Kole Newberry. Kyle Peterson also plays with us alot. We pretty much just mess around for half the practice, but we meet once a week and most of us are pretty good. Gods of Rock.

3) Halo 2. Duh. I play more Halo2 than most people play all video games combined, and I dont even own a XBOX.




4) C++. My friend Brandon Reeves and I are currently learning C++ code, as we plan to make a video game before we leave high school. We want to make an Real Time Strategy game, much like Warcraft 3, but we recently discovered that they are REALLY hard to make. So we will probably start with a pokemon rip off, as 150 pages into my book (a really nice book by Micheal Dawson) I think i could program some basic stuff with crappy graphics.

5) Movie. Because my friends and I are geeks, we decided to redo the Star Wars movies, I-VI. I'm Anakin/ Darth Vader, and probably Jabba the Hutt too.

I'll also do some student council stuff, but who cares about that.

Keep the Honor
Robert Kennedy
Sophomore Class President

Numa Numa

"Numa Numa" is a song by Romanian pop-singers O-zone. This internet phenomenon, popularized by the horrible dancing of one Gary Broslma, who enthusiastically lip synchs to the song on his webcam. This has caused many spin-off videos, my favorite of which is the crew of the CS6 USS Enterprise CNV-65 dancing along. This is the version I favor because:

1) It has the entire song.

2) It opens with the Halo main theme and closes with "Smooth Criminal," a song which more and more seems ironic to come from someone who is (allegedly) a criminal.

3) It has Captain Jean-Luc Picard.

I listen to it, and know it is a foriegn language, and that the translations suck, but I still find myself trying to rationalize the song with english words. Anyway, here is the video, and below it my own lyrics that make little to no sense, in any context, but do kind of sound like the song lyrics, so that's a plus.



My, a he
My, a who
My, a ha
My, a ha-ha
My, a he
My, a who
My, a ha
My, a ha-ha
My, a he
My, a who
My, a ha
My, a ha-ha
My, a he
My, a who
My, a ha
My, a ha-ha

Hello
Say, Luke
Sierra und, Count Duke
She's alone
You'll be the man that masters fetticino
A low, A low
Sit Nare here, Picasso
And I'll be
Forever shiek
And that sh** reeks
Man, I'm a geek

That's okay, though, cause I am not gay
Cause I am not gay
Because I am not a gay
People there say that I am not gay
Now the best think that I'm not gay
That's okay, though, cause I am not gay
Cause I am not gay
Because I am not a gay
People there say that I am not gay
Now the best think that I'm not gay

And soon, the spoon
Will think, racoon
Hello, You'll be the man that masters fetticino
Hello, Hello
Sit marichino Picasso
And I'll be
Forever shiek
And that sh** reeks
Man, I'm a geek

[Captain Jean-Luc Picard]

Raise a blinder, cause I am not gay
Cause I am not gay
Because I am not a gay
People there say that I am not gay
Now the best think that I'm not gay
Raise a blinder, cause I am not gay
Cause I am not gay
Because I am not a gay
People there say that I am not gay
Now the best think that I'm not gay

My, a he
My, a who
My, a ha
My, a ha-ha
My, a he
My, a who
My, a ha
My, a ha-ha
My, a he
My, a who
My, a ha
My, a ha-ha

And when I think, that I am not gay
Cause I am not gay
Because I am not a gay
People there say that I am not gay
Now the best think that I'm not gay
And when I think, that I am not gay
Cause I am not gay
Because I am not a gay
People there say that I am not gay
Now the best think that I'm not gay


Keep the Honor
Robert Kennedy
Sophomore Class President

A Rose By Any Other Name

"To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether it is nobler in mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep no more."

This famous question was posed by Hamlet, a character in William Shakespeare's play of the same name. Many people attribute this quote to a man who wrote of love, betrayal, of comedy and tragedy. I attribute this quote to a dead man.

I think I am better than Shakespeare. In fact, I think I am better than all dead people, with a few exceptions. I think I am better for the simple reason that I still have a chance at immortality. See, I am not better than Jesus. He is god. I am not (yet), and therefore he has a one up on me. Dead people cannot achieve immortality (except through mushy "their name lives on forever" things), so I have the advantage of being able, however small the chance, to find eternal life.

The second poem we had to write was and ego trip. I started off doing that, fell asleep for an hour, completely forgot what the assignment was, and punched this out:

Mister Irrelevant

I walk, leaving no footprints
I talk, leaving no echo
I touch, leave no mark
I creep, leaving no witness
I love, leaving no heartbreak
I eat, leaving no breadcrumbs
I work, leaving no sweat stains
I flee, leaving no assassin
I die, leaving no one to cry

I walk, going no where important
I talk, giving no information
I touch, felling nothing but empty
I creep, although I can’t make a sound
I love, although I find none in return
I eat, getting no food for thought
I work, getting paid to do nothing
I flee, running anywhere but here
I live, having nothing to die for

You can kind of see it start out egotistical, than spiral into just a negative. I'm cool like that.

Keep the Honor
Robert Kennedy
Sophomore Class President

I'm a Poet, and I Didn't Even Know....

How to rhyme. Recently, in my favorite class, Mrs. Ochoa's (duh), we had the pleasure of writing poems.

When I heard the words "poetry", I broke out my pocket rhymebook, noting that a mispronounciated doorhinge sounds suspiciously close to an equally mispronounciated orange, and sat with my pen of god quivering over my paper. Then Mrs. Ochoa layed the grounds for the poem: "I don't give minimum lengths, but as honors students you should write at least 16 lines per poem" (this brought up a twenty minutes discussion as people asked a bunch of pointless 'what-ifs', exploring how leniant she was with the 16 line rule), "and it may be in freeverse". I don't much care for freeverse, mainly because it's name is misleading. I thought freeverse meant something to the effect of not having to have equally sized verses, or that you could download your poems off the internet ONLY if it was free. Upon the discovery of 'freeverse' actually not needing to rhyme, I begin to feel (or, more likely, I expounded upon pent up) indignation. I don't like this "not having to rhyme" propaganda. It just takes the suspense out of the rhyme, I think off Seinfield, which goes:

Bum buh bum buh bum buh bum buh bum
Some men go to college
We think they are wussies
Cause they get all the knowledge
We get all the ...
Bum buh bum buh bum buh bum buh bum!

Anywho, upon the discovery that we didn't have to rhyme I pushed aside my premade Holocaust poem (a 5 page long essay I did in 4th grade), and punched out the four asigned poems...

The first poem, which I would like to preface with this link, is titled 'Ode to a Science Teacher' and is a parody of William Shakespeare's poem 'My Mistresses' Eyes', which goes:

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go:
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

My remix goes:

Robert is far more wise than Goff is wise
If brains be large, why then Goff’s head is naught
If books be teachers, books collect dust here
I have seen ISAT preps and lecture notes
But no such papers I see in class
And in some video games there be more taught
Than in his class room, where brains go to rot
I love to him insult, yet well I know
That I may soon to detention go
And I’ll admit I have never been wrong
When talking black hole, there explanations wrong
And yet, I can see, that bad it might be
Nothing can top Ochoa’s misery

Tomorrow I'll discuss why Shakespeare sucks and why I rock at live, as will as reveal my second poem.

Keep the Honor
Robert Kennedy
Sophomore Class President

Sir Mix-a-Lot

I have recently gotten really into Sir Mix-a-Lot. I am not really sure. Nothing has changed really, but my palette has un-explainidly expanded. It isn't just Baby Got Back, either. Although it remains my favorite, I also enjoy the likes of almost everything off his album "Mack Daddy". Due to the fact I am lazy, however, I will end with the lyrics from Baby Got Back...

[Intro]
Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. *scoff* She looks like,
one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff*
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff*
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like,
out there, I mean - gross. Look!
She's just so ... black!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!

(LA face with Oakland booty)
Baby got back!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *ughhhhhh*
Til the break of dawn
Baby got it goin' on
A lot of simps won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}
If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back!

Baby got back!
Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'
to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you've got buns, hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role
And tell you that the butt ain't gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Give me a sista, I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'Cause his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get wit 'em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!

(Little in the middle but she got much back)[4x]

Keep the Honor
Robert Kennedy
Sophomore Class President

Halo... Because It isn't Hard Enough to Get a Date Yet

Halo 2 is a video game, released by Bungie Software, that expands upon the first-person shooter Halo: Combat Evolved by adding features like XBOX Live support, dual-weilding weapons, and multiple weapon changes. Of course, if you didn't know this you probably spend life under a rock. Either that or you do not possess the technology needed to read this post.

Anywho, in recent weeks I have been accused of being addicted to Halo 2. It is probably true, but it also makes for a good post.

There are some basic signs of addiction to Halo. I got some of these from various sites, some from my friends, and some I just came up with:

1.When your teacher enters the room you shout DEMON! and melee them to death with a pencil.

2.When you hear you are going to the library you bring your shotgun.

3.You run out of the bathroom yelling "The bomb is planted" knowing everyone in the vicinity will die anyway.

4.You steal the flag at a golfcourse and jump into a cart and yell "GO!GO!GO!"

5.When the weatherman says a flood is coming you grab a shotgun.

6.When uou are in a fight and someone throws sand in your eyes you yell "noob combo!"

7.You are constantly checking for snipers, and never stand still.

8.When you need pen at exam, you tell your teacher you are going to retrieve the ink launcher.

9.Everytime you go to dinner and pick up a fork you see in the corner of you eye "press X to switch for knive" and press "Y to duel weild"

10.You find yourself bringing a volleyball into your sibling's room, staying for five seconds, then running out screaming "IT'S ARMED!!"

11.When you write an essay and your pen runs out of ink you start bashing the essay with the back of the pen.

12.You throw rocks at people and yell STUCK! at the top of your lungs.

13.When you're in a large crowd of people your grenade finger twitches.

14.When you show up at school or work you groan "I hate this map!"

15.You don't understand why a single hit to the back doesn't slaughter your opponents.

16.You refer to anyone you dont like as "the Heretic."

17.You won't go near any one wearing a different colored shirt.

18.When your fat friend comes up to you and your other friend you say "Look arbiter, the hunters have come to our aid!"

19. Whenever you lose a race you complain that the other person "has host".

These jests are understood almost exclusively by those who play Halo, particularly on XBOX Live.

Another sign is recurrent use of the slang "mod", literally short for modify. My friends and I have recently have discovered that mod can take the place of almost any verb, as long as you add a few adjectives or prepositions. For instance, "I ate" would be "I modded my food". "Hurry up" could be "Mod your velocity faster" or, simple "mod your speed higher".

Mod out

Keep the Honor
Robert Kennedy
Sophomore Class President

Why I Won (Because It is SUCH a Big Secret)

I decided to take a break from my axis of nicht so gut talking in order to lay down why I won this year's class election. Mainly this is me pandering for a better Google positions (I'm 21 for Student Council President Campaign Ideas Tips, 13 for sophomore class president speeches, and 25 for... *ugh* stuco slogans), but I feel it is my duty to better equip my opponents for next year. It was, quite frankly, WAY too easy. Like shooting the slow-learning fish, with flaming arrows, in a barrel of magnesium. As such, in a selfless attempt to have next year ammuse me better, I will post the limited knowledge of Freshman psychology needed to obtain the office I hold today.

First, know the voting style. For instance, in our school, there was a four vote format. This meant that it is more advantagous to be 150 people's number three vote, compared to being 30 people's number one. It also meant that, in all likelihood, the average voter would know one or two people running, so if you were known you would get elected (aka a popularity contest). It became my goal then, not to prove to others that I was better than my opponents, but to prove to others I was RUNNING against opponents. As more and more people knew I was running they could decide to vote for me. This is the main reason why only two people are really in the running for United States President at any given time; the average person can only name the two, much less like another enough to vote his way. If you are stuck in a situation where people get one vote each, your approach is simple; any guy running will win. The girls will split the female vote, and enough guys will vote your way just out of loyalty to the Y chromosome. If, by chance, two guys run, convince the other boy to drop out of the race and run next year. Then use your presidential powers to have him killed (not really; the president doesn't have any power). Also, spend as little time as you can around your friends. They will vote for you anyway, there is no need to furthur provoke them.

Second, it is important to understand and speak to your audience. The humor vote will get you elected once; after that your audience will want something... well, different. I don't know what yet, and if I did, I wouldn't tell you (unless you asked nicely). All in all it is safe to go with humor, but try as much as possible to link yourself to famous people. I, for instance, went with John F Kennedy. I will probably use the slogan next year "I wasn't assinated last year; give me a second chance, won't you?" A sucker bet is to fall into the trap of associating yourself with advertisements (e.g. "Get your own reps" or "Just vote it").

I'll tell you more later (but that just means that I probably will forget to, or be too bored).

Keep the Honor
Robert Kennedy
Sophomore Class President