Played resident evil 5 in halloween celebration, intelligent zombies rejoice~D: I love Borderlands did you ever get high speed internets? You need some Xbox Live.
Then played borderlands, what a badass game, cell shading was a totally amazing idea.
It has the exact same wind track as fallout3 though, wat the hel.
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Played resident evil 5 in halloween celebration
Heh… I went and played Silent Hill 3 again. The game really creeps me out. Even worse than Silent Hill (the one for the PSX) and that part in the high school with the loud sound on the second floor and the ghost babies…
Right now the part that really creeps me out is that big hole in the floor of the mall. I really REALLY don't want to know what's at the bottom, but if I want to move forward in the game…
D: I love Borderlands did you ever get high speed internets? You need some Xbox Live.I wish i had high speed internet and an xbox, i played it at a friends house.
Heh… I went and played Silent Hill 3 again. The game really creeps me out.Horror games are easier if you play with a friend and have the lights on, which of course is weakkk, but silent hill games really know how to freak you out. I thought dead space was pretty scary even with the lights on.
Speaking of video games it pisses me off when some gamers get pretentious about playing a difficult game:
"I play games to relax, and Demon's Souls relaxes me in the way a complex novel would rather than the way an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie would.
Relaxing/leisure doesn't mean zero effort."
In the context of the previous posts(all saying the game was one you couldn't just sit back and relax to finish easily) it just screamed egotism.
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I'm getting so burned out on studying. Worst part is i know if i take it all easy and blow it off right now i'm going to be punching myself on tuesday's test.
Ugh…trudging onwards…
Maybe if you could get someone to "reverse engineer" one for you then send you the recipe you'd get one. Of course that'd include the recipe for making the tortilla.
The problem here would be getting decent cheese, sour cream, and guac. A trip to Shanghai would be in order (an hour by train, plus several hours navigating that megalopolis by bus and subway).
I guess I must wait for next summer's return to LA for some Mexican food.
Ugh… I suppose patience is better than the frustration of visiting a major city… And from the few visits I've had to the mainland U.S. I have to agree. Around here it takes up to an hour to get anywhere while it takes hours or more in the larger places… x_x
Great… I still want to try writing that lesbian/yandere story that I've had in my mind now. And it's gonna have to be hilarious (and maybe a bit squicky since it's an adopted sister who secretly wants to murder her sister's love interest. Problem is trying to draw without near instantly entering "snooze" mode. Maybe it'll go away on its own as it always seems to have. Oh, well…
Or I could write stories about my job. I've got too many strange stories to tell… like the two guys behind the store who went at it like rabbits… nevermind. That image is permanently seared into my memory and nothing short of amnesia will remove it.
Finally figured out some effects in Flash that were driving me up a wall…going good on my animation.
Halloween went well, images in the photo section, and I can start getting color back into my skin (Pimp named White Velvet…so…stayed out of the sun for almost all of October. Yes, I'm dedicated).
I hate where my life always is when it comes to the opposite sex. I allowed myself to care, and, well, I should have remembered not to.
Oh…and could someone, besides myself as I have been REPEATEDLY, PLEASE remind my part time gig that working me eight days straight at 7.5 hours is NOT fucking cool even if the eighth day rolls in to a new schedule period? If they work me tomorrow for my on call (another six hours) it will be nine days straight…I get ONE fucking day off.
**Holy shit…I just checked my schedule…if they do use my on call, I work on Tuesday for eight hours normally, which means TEN DAYS STRAIGHT. *sigh* I fucking hate this… Being someone you can depend on doesn't mean fucking them in the ass like this
what started this? why do i feel so down. i'm five days from running again, and 30 minutes to my first TKD in over a month. but this picture that sits on my desk. this family picture that only reminds me of what i never had. what i barely remember. why don't i get rid of it?
i think i have abandonment issues.
I have a thought blurb lalalala! Today's idle thoughts comes in three parts!
[Comic stuff-] I'm on a roll with my comics again but unfortunately school and stage crew are getting in my way. Curses! At least I built my buffer up pretty hardcore (8 pages is hardcore.) I was originally planning on going back to two page a week updates in December but now I don't want to out of laziness, but I also want the story to move faster… *Sad face*
[Bad stuff-] I had a yucky infection and the antibiotics gave me another yucky infection. :'[ It hurts. I want to stab a wall. On top of that grades close on Friday and I'm still worried about it even though I tried really hard to be diligent about doing well. I wish they would post the grades up like they do in Bio. Alsoalso, I don't think the Phillies are gonna win the world series and that sucks a big one. Now we won't get a free day off. Curses number two!
[Teenage girl stuff-] I'm terrible. I've completely abandoned any attempt to woo one of my guy friends after pursuing him for a while. Not because I found out he had a girlfriend, no… He went from being a happy-go-lucky guy to this depressed snarkster over night and I. Hate. That. I hate moody. Especially depressed moody. I'm Shallow personality-wise. Also, a guy in the play was apparently flirting with me and I completely forgot my previous crush existed. I'M COOL.
I need to stop telling my mother when I like someone unless I know for sure that it's going anywhere. I'm always afraid to show her their picture because I don't have the tendency to be attracted to the same guys she thinks are attractive… as in I have a thing for chubby goofballs who make me laugh. I can't help it. Skinny guy hugs do nothing for me. I guess it has something to do with being tiny myself.
ANYWHO, that's my thought process at the moment. :]
jimmy corriganNot even halfway through and this thing is an outright chore to read. I get that there's apparently two main characters and one is probably his ancestor, both of which are borderline retarded and some allusion to the emasculation in Cuckoo's nest(i burned that book) But the jumbled narrative and random fantasies are ticking me off.
Of course i feel i have to trudge on since this book apparently has something great to offer, or got a crapload of good reviews for whatever reason. (and a lot of them used the word 'humor' and 'funny', so i either need what they're smoking or situational irony is forever dulled and lost on me).
Ah fuck it i'd much rather study then read jimmy corrigan, and that's just awful.
Ugh… just finished reading that Microsoft XNA faq about how you get paid for the games you make. Now I don't mind their terms (I think you're paid every quarter). My problem is the taxes. Not the taxes that the feds will take out of it. It's the local government here. They'll take out taxes from whatever Microsoft gives us as well. So Microsoft takes 30% of your total money you earn from selling your game on the XBLive marketplace, plus the federal taxes. And then I have to figure in the LOCAL taxes as well. I guess it's like my father likes to say… the local government will always find a way to nickel and dime you. Heck… I had to pay nearly $600 for building taxes that apparently weren't paid over a decade ago, and they know I won't have the reciepts for the lost years due to all the typhoons that have blown my house away.
Chatting with various people, they've changed my mind about not participating in the forums any longer.
Probably the cause of that issue was Custard assuming that because most of the stuff he posted was always mean and or sarcastic that anyone else posting would also use that tone. Which wasn't the case.
It wasn't nice to be ganged up on though. It never is.
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Tom Baker was the best Doctor who. There are no contenders who even come close.
Chatting with various people, they've changed my mind about not participating in the forums any longer.
They ganged up on you in a good way this time!
All the doctors have their own merits of course, but Tom Baker was the doctor: he was truly alien, yet totally likeable. When he took over the role me and my friends were all "this bloke is just too strange", but within two weeks, we'd bought all the jelly babies within a five mile radius.
And of course, he had the scarf of the gods!
When you try to correct a new student to the dojo and all they talk about is how things were done in their other school, that's the mark of a poor student and someone who isn't giving his all to learning. I'm struggling not to be one of those guys. It's so hard to accept criticism when everything I'm learning now flies in the face of what I spent years perfecting. I want to scream "NO! YOU'RE WRONG!" and osoto gari him just because I can. It's one of those situations where the guy tells all his students "I don't care what you were before, you're all nobodies now," or some crap. To make matters worse, I spent four years not practicing so everything I want to defend I don't have the skill to do so.
God DAMN it I want to punch somebody, but I don't even get to leave the office today, and I wont get to do any sparring until I earn two more belts.
Well, back to work. I have a triple caseload and it isn't going to absolve itself.
God DAMN it I want to punch somebody, but I don't even get to leave the office today, and I wont get to do any sparring until I earn two more belts.
Huzzah for wednesday nights!! i'm going to get my rear handed to me this week, but i'm glad that i'm finally back in the swing of things…sitting around for 5 weeks really made me sad.
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i need to see the other 8 doctors…
Tom baker is doing the radio broadcasts tho.
Huzzah for wednesday nights!!It's only Tuesday, bro.
I think it's going to take me a couple more days to adjust to my new wake-up time… I really want to make an effort to be consistent with when I get up (working from home half the week meant some days I could sleep in a little more). But getting up at 6:30 combined with it getting dark here before 5pm is making me more tired than usual in the evenings. :[ Hopefully next week this will have ironed out and I can do a full day without wanting a nap at 8pm.
Dozed off at work and had two 5 minute dreams… really STRANGE dreams…
One was the movie SAW… except that now it's a game show where contestants get to die gory looking deaths (but they don't actually die… it's just part of the show).
Then there's the "Mon" show. Hosted by two Jamaicans. Now I'm tempted to drill a hole in my skull and pour bleach into it. x_x
Huzzah for wednesday nights!!It's only Tuesday, bro.
I know, but having that something i can look forward too is great. i can sweep my feelings under that carpet, without worry of it coming out later. because i know, that no matter what happens, there will be wednesday nights.
So my body told me I was tired last night at 10pm, so I went to bed at 10pm. I wake up all bright and shiny (though it was still dark outside) at 5:30am. OK, I would like to start waking up early, but 6:30 is just fine, thanks. Now I have to kill an hour before I can go to the gym. T_T
Okay, the weirdest thing just happened.
My dad has never been known to have a terrific memory, but tonight he could remember so little that it scared me. At night, he usually reads a daily prayer or something out of the Bible before going to bed. Tonight, he said he couldn't even understand the words, like they were in a different language he couldn't understand.
Thing is, my dad does not have dyslexia, and his memory is never this bad because he couldn't remember Psalm 23, which he claims he knows by heart. Scared the ever-loving shit out of me, as my dad is relatively old (77 at last count) but still in relatively good shape otherwise. I started asking him what he did all day, and he said nothing out of the ordinary, but then his mind went to shit the minute he got home.
Then it hit me: because he recently had surgery for an enlarged prostate, I asked if any of the drugs he was taking might have caused this. I then took a look at the pills he was taking, and one of them was Levaquin, which was the most expensive drug and had the most amount of information come with it, along with a laundry list of side-effects. I can't say for certain, as I'm no doctor, but I wouldn't be shocked if this was what caused this very scary, albeit brief, memory loss, as my dad said he could remember stuff like he normally could now.
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