After a long day at school, there is no better feeling then coming home. Just the thought of driving down Taunton Road makes my brain go into relax mode. I know that when I get home, I can raid my fridge for a nice cold Coke, grab a snack and head upstairs to start my evening of gaming. Now my only enemy keeping me from this comfy couch and cold pop are these pain in my rear red lights.


Once I conquered all those painful stops and turned down Mary Street to my complex, I park my van and walk up to my front door. To my surprise the door is locked. I swear my mom said she would be home. Okay, well I’ll just grab my keys and my dilemma will be over. Oh crap, where are my keys? Dang it, I must have left them in my locker. Crap, now I will have to wait for someone to come home. Who knows how long that could take!


Finally, after 24 phone calls and numerous attempts to break into my own house, my mom showed up. Not very impressed by my ways, she lets me in and asks why i don’t have my keys. I respond “I’m sorry mom it will not happen again.” I ran towards the basement for my cold pop. I crack it open and I finally feel relaxed and ready to play. I head up the stairs and arrive on the first floor, grab my bag, and then head on up to my room.


I get upstairs to my room and I throw my bag on my floor. I really don’t feel like wearing my school uniform anymore so I find the comfiest thing on my floor to put on. Turns out it was a pair of my Campus Crew track pants and my Ohio State sweater. There, I’m set. I’m all ready to go play. Just as I’m about to walk over to my games room I hear the dreaded voice yell up the stairs: “Bring down you laundry!”


Not again. Please not another interruption. Have I not gone through enough already? Must I constantly be interrupted or will I ever even play? Man good thing she’s my mother and I love her. Now should I start with a load of whites or a load of darks?


Well after finally sorting out all my laundry and getting everything ready I’m ready to play. Finally! So I grab my controller off the charger and turn on my Xbox. It goes to the loading screen, but nothing. Oh no. Where is my Modern Warfare 2? I swear it was in my Xbox. This can’t be happening.


I search high and low, thinking of every spot it could be. As a last resort, I yell down to my mom asking where it could be. She yells back to me saying: “Oh, one of the girls from my work wanted to see what it was about. So I just took it to show her. It’s in my purse if you want it.” Feeling so relieved, I run downstairs, grab it, run back up, and pop it in.


So I get the game in, much to my delight. I send a message to my friends Ahappytruffle, Dominator, Mayhem and Panzo. I ask them all if they want to play a team death match. After a bit of gun controversy, and who was going to be our team sniper, we were ready to go. Right before we were about to join a lobby, Mayhem and Dominator tell us that they are going for a smoke break. I cannot believe that I have to wait LONGER!


Smoke breaks. I cannot stand them. How can people just leave like that right in the middle of something the way they do? On top of that, why can’t they wait? Are they seriously that addicted that they must have one every 20 minutes? Well I guess it’s not my place to judge but it is frustrating. So after ten minutes, they are back and we are finally ready to play.


The game has started. It hasn’t started out very well for me though. I’m 0-5. That means I have 0 kills and 5 deaths. I cannot for the life of me kill someone. I am constantly getting knifed by people running around or sniped from far away. For something I’ve been looking forward to all day, this really is not what I had in mind. Sure I’m not the best player but come on give me a chance man.


Well after a little bit of time I finally got this figured out. I got a 5 kill streak and now it’s time to unleash the deadly force of the predator missile. I will hopefully be able to clear out some bad guys and maybe even finish my game in the positive. I’ll just have to make sure to aim at the snipers that were camping our spawn.


Ten minutes after the start of my highly awaited match, the game is over. After I got my predator missile I went on a horrible streak. I kept getting killed and I finished way in the negative and it’s far from what I was hoping for. Those gosh darn snipers would not stop killing me. Not to mention the Noob Toob kids we had on our team. Well it just goes to show what you get when you play with kids whose parents let them have everything. They must have been like 7 years old playing this game. Seriously?


After the game we go back into the lobby. Everyone is talking about the game and how well they did. I keep my mouth shut. I really do not have much to say after a horrible game like that on my part. I really sucked. Well I may as well go get my homework done so I can have the rest of the night to play. So I sign off Xbox live and head over to my desk. I check my agenda to see what I have in homework. Then I remember our English teacher assigned us a 42 page essay to write. Come to think about it, I probably will not be playing Xbox for a while now!