I getting the Guitar

The Guitar im going to get is the one from a few Blogs ago.
Its Zakk Wylde Custom Camo
It has


Zakk Wylde is a really awesome and famous guitarist who used to play for Ozzy Osbourne and now plays for Black Label Society.

Paintball again

Last saturday I went to a farm in dairy flat with my friends to play paintball.
It had been raining hard earlier that morning so as i was walking down the muddy drive I lost my shoe and stood in the mud with my sock. And these werent cheap crappy shoes from the wharhouse. No these were $200 Lakai's from underground skate. They were old anyway but still it made me sad. Once we got down to the barn everyone (about 20 of us) geared up and divided into teams. We had one team starting behing the barn and one behind the cowshed. Everything was like a usual game until the last one.
Me and my friends went round the side of the main area of fighting to try and attack from behind. It was really muddy so I slipped and grabbed onto a thorn bush cutting my hand. It was to bad a cut so I kept on going me and my friends were sitting on a bank until an enemy ran up and jumped behind a peice of ply a few meters from us. He yelled surender and I said ok because he could have easily shot us from a gap in the ply I got up put my hands above my head and started walking back to the base. Then he shot me in the shoulder. Later I found out it was one of my friends dad.
I better get to shoot him next game!

My Weekend

On friday afternoon Nik and dylan came over to my house to skate my mini ramp. All of us landed some new tricks. So we were happy. We then went to Niks place and stayed the night playing Xbox on a crappy TV. At around 6:30 dylan and Nik woke up. I was pretty annoyed because I didn't want to leave for the skate park until 7:30 at the earliest but they wanted to be there early so that no one could see them do crappy things lol. So we stopped on the way at the warehouse car park and ollied some parking barriers. We then walked to the skatepark and found out it was too wet to skate. Suddenly dylan found out he had lost his little pile of coins and wanted to go back and try to find them. I wanted to stay at the park and wait for it to dry. But they pretty much just ditched me so I had to follow them back. We skated at the palza for awhile but in the end they wanted to go back to play XBOX. nerds

The guitar I might get

The guitar I have at the moment is really crappy and old. It goes out of tune in half a song and, well it just sucks. So I need a new one. I used to be looking at a Epiphone Black beauty
But i found out it was a crappy one from china and that Black beauty's have lots of sustain (the notes ring on for ages) which probably isn't the kind of thing i wuld need.

My guitar teacher bought a Epiphone Zakk Wylde Les Paul custom from America but he never plays it because he has a better guitar (Ernie Ball music man Axis) which is good for everything. So I might be getting that. Its an awesome guitar but its gonna be really expensive.

Afternoon at the sk8park

Today i went to stanmore bay skate park. My dad dropped me off at Niks and we skated down to the skatepark. We met stevo on the way.We had a good skate and then I took the bus home.

My first ollie down the scary steps

The three set got bigger as I rolled up to them. 'Your gonna fall' cried the little voice in my head. I quickly put my foot down and skidded to a halt.'Chicken' laughed the same voice that had told me to stop before. I hate that voice. It always gets me phsycked up and then shatters my confidence like a hammer through glass. I need to get rid of that voice. I need to not think. I pushed twice trying to forget about what I was doing, trying to hold the barrier that protected me from the voice that would make me fail.

I popped my tail, cleared the steps. My board stuck to my feet and landed perfectly on the dusty tiles that were success

T.A.C.O

The year was 2059. We were only 3 years into the War. The War against the New World Government (NWG). Ever since the discovery of the T.A.C.O, the world was never the same. The days were darker, the wars were fiercer, and poverty flourished everywhere you looked. Destruction. Chaos. Death. That's the only way I can describe it. Education had been abolished in nearly every place in the world. But not here. Not at Whangaparaoa College. It was one of three of the last schools in the world, and I happened to be lucky enough to go there. Of the 16,000 students that were at the school last year, only 11 students other than myself remained. The rest had all perished in the first mass T.A.C.O explosion. The weapon was rightly named the Teacher And Child Obliterator, because that is exactly what it did. Little did I know that today, the second bomb would be unleashed.

Chapter 1

Faster. I had to run faster! I can't believe I slept in again! The hover-jeeps were closing in behind me, and I had a gut feeling that they were going to catch me at any second. I was only about 50 metres from the secret entrance to the school, but keeping the whereabouts of the entrance secret was more important than my life. I had to lose them first, all the while trying to avoid the hand-held TA.C.O rays. I just had to keep on running in circles. All I had to do was let them lose sight of me, and then make a dive into the large oak trees. That's what I did last time. Lets just hope it will work again. I sprinted around the corner, and then I made my move. I dove to the left, grazing my knee on the sharp bristles of the trees and bushes. I crouched down in between two large tree trunks and behind a bush. I could hear the jeep slow down, and as I peeped through the leaves I could vaguely make out the NWG logo. The jeep was only hovering a few inches above the ground now, and was going about 5 kilometres an hour. I sat there for what felt like an eternity, with my heart pounding in my throat and my ears straining for any trace of sound for more jeeps. There was nothing except the rustling of the trees to be heard, so I got up and straightened my uniform. Phew, that was close! I walked out on to the dusty road and made my way towards the third bush on the left of the largest oak tree. I pulled apart the shrubbery and felt around for the metal handle that would open the trapdoor. As my hand enclosed around the cold, hard object, I pulled towards me and the trapdoor it the dirt beside me with a loud clang! I scrambled down the long ladder, the darkness around me swallowing me whole. I hit the ground with a thud, and looked around at the dimly lit corridors and rooms that were made out of titanium. I didn't want to think of what Madam Bullwich would do to me if I strolled in late for the second time in 2 weeks. All I knew was that it would be bad. Really bad. I decided I would just face what ever she had in store for me, and hope that she didn't make me wish that I had gotten blasted to oblivion by the T.A.C.O rays. I slowly crept around the corner, praying for the slim chance that I could slip into class unnoticed. But before I could even take a look at my class mates I heard a "FREDERICK BAKER!!!!" And there she was. The long-nosed, grey-haired, hunch-backed old lady with a prison warden voice. "Where the hell have you been," she yelled "and why are you covered in leaves?!??!??!!!" Every part of me was shaking, and managed to mumble something about sleeping in and the NWG. I could see the relief in her eyes that I had made it here safely, but this wasn't going to water-down m punishment. "You are going to write a 6000 word essay on why you can not sleep in during these times, and what will happen if you get yourself caught by the NWG!" I thought I was the luckiest 14 year old boy in the world (and I probably was right)! She had let me off so lightly! Last time. . . . . . . I don't even want to talk about last time. I was about turn around to sit down at my desk when Madam Bullwich added "and then you shall eat it." It felt like a stone dropped into the pit of my stomach. We had run out of flavoured paper yesterday. BANG!