After anatomy was done, there was nothing left to do, but eat sushi, and play Halo.

The last Anatomy exam finally came. And it sucked. I did not manage to pull off a high pass in class like I wanted to, my score on the 3rd exam wasn’t high enough to cut it. Well, I am just happy to be through with it. Anatomy was the biggest pain in the ass of my life, and I am glad to have it behind me. On to better things. Like Halo. Recently I got back into Halo. Who knows why, maybe because I got tired of studying for Anatomy (which is probably why I didn’t get a high pass), but I got back into Halo. I was pretty rusty at first, because I haven’t played in years, but I got better at it as the anatomy final approached. During the last week of anatomy I didn’t play at all, because I was busy cramming for the test. But the highlight of my resurrection in Halo was last Friday night, after the exam, what I call my own Halo Superbowl. Here is how it all happened.

We all went to eat sushi last Friday, to celebrate the end of Anatomy. It was a joyous time. Sake was flowing like wine, and I showed up dressed like “euro trash” as my friends so eloquently put it. That made my night, because I always wanted to be euro trash. Just like Elvis. Who is my good friend and an even better role model. We were having a great time, and afterwards, me and all the guys went back to my place to play Halo. Tahir who didn’t join us at the restaurant, showed up at my house to play Halo. It was so awesome, because Bryan (aka B.Bo) came with his TV and his Xbox, so we had two tvs set up and we linked up our Xbox, so we could all play in the arena of death. We played team vs. team in games like king of the hill, where you have to control a designated circle longer than anyone else to win, we played capture the flag, and we played the sniper game where everyone is for himself only in sniper mode. It was so much fun, except B.Bo was better than everyone else.

There was five of us, so we split into two teams of 2 vs. 3, where B.Bo and Mike where on one team, and me, Elvis (aka The King), Tahir (aka Princess) were on the other team. Except it was more like 1 vs. 3, because Mike was so bad at Halo, that he didn’t really count and B.Bo was pretty much the team, and it didn’t matter, he still kicked our ass. It was really embarrassing to have a Pakistani and an Albanian on my team and still lose to a Jew. But I guess that’s kind of like real life (see 1948 Arab-Israeli war, Six-Day war, Yom Kippur War, etc) where everyone ganged up on Israel, and the Jews still kicked everyone’s ass. But the Jew was not so good at the sniper level, where Tahir achieved first place, with yours truly in second place. Where was the Jew? In dead last (technically he was second to last, because Mike was in last place, but since Mike is so bad, I technically don’t count him). The night was a lot of fun and brought great nostalgia from better times, like 2001, when all we had to worry about was how to beat the Covenant on Halo rather then being able to identify the thyroarytenoid muscle on the practical.