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Title: My God,
Posted: March 19, 2007 (07:25 AM)
Well, it's been a while, eh?
No big news. I did manage to get my hands on Trace Mmemory. It was worth the $8 I spent. It's not that bad of a game, considering. I also recently bought Hotel Dusk Room 215, which is wonderful, and Spectrobes, that new game that looks like the bastard child of Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon.
To tell you guys the truth, I kinda like it. I mean, I'd have to, since I managed to whittle away all my valuable sleep playing it last night. o.0 It's pretty fun and addictive as far as love childs go.
Oh. On a completely different subject, my grandma's sheltie, Lily, got mauled by a rotweiler a couple of days ago. She's a pretty old dog, and the rotweiler gave her a broken rib, amongst other gruesome injuries. She's doing a lot better, but she shakes a lot now. If ya'll would keep her in your prayers, I'd appreciate it.
Posted: January 23, 2007 (01:48 PM)
Another January comes about, meaning my birthday. January 24th is the usual day of festivity, but it being the day before, I don't feel all that festive. I only have a bit of school, but no work. I get a bunch of money from my family and a wonderful meal from my mother. So what could possibly be wrong?
It might be that I am about to endure a year of being the most useless age ever. 19. It's like being a sophmore in high school again.
Or perhaps I'm subconciously seeing this as the first few weeks of the rest of my life. I'm not 18 anymore. With my getting older every day and still not being able to support myself, perhaps I'm seeing this all as a huge failure on my part. My sister moved out quickly enough, why won't I? Of course, she had a well-paying job and a truck that didn't need $60 to fill up.
Then again, I feel as if I've been waiting for something. Something to present itself in my lap. I keep thinking it might be the opportunity that has arisen with "Divinity", but I'm not so sure anymore. With each passing day, it feels more like a fuzzy daydream than a goal now. Maybe I should hurry and finish my presentation before the feeling is completely gone?
I've never been one to "take charge of my life" or to take the initiative. I've always waited for someone else to start and then I would follow. Most of the time, someone has to motivate me or drag me into something for me to actually do it. Maybe this is my problem? But how to fix it? Maybe when I finally finish the presentation to Tokyopop, and they accept, I'll get enough motivation to actually pull my huge ass off the couch and do something.
It's especially bad when all that energy and potential builds up over time and I have a "spree". That's when I go crazy and clean everything in sight. I haven't had one since the summer of last year, but still, I can feel the energy rebuilding inside, that restlessness. I hate it. Getting a job and school eradicated the main bulk of it, but now its reconvening, like that guy from Terminator 2.
Oh dear... I hope that I don't suddenly go Emo.
Title: I have become Judas
Posted: January 03, 2007 (09:01 AM)
I stared down at my beloved PS2 with a heavy heart. I had just finished a session of Okami gameplay, and in the latter partof it, the PS2 began making strange, disturbing noises. The PS2 in question, which has been named Quincy in past years, has been a faithful servant the past two years. However, it seems it is time for me to get a new one. I sighed again as this thought ran through my head.
I had to trade in my PS2. My Quincy.
Before I set out to the GameStop,I picked Quincy up and hugged him, telling him what a good little PS2 he's been for about ten minutes. He's an older model, too; one of the big, bulky ones. I was surprised he lasted this long, but the fact remained that I had to trade him in while he still worked.
I took him to the local GameStop, where the manager told me he was worth $35. I took it anyway and watched with despair as the clerk took Quincy away and packed him under the desk. I couldn't get a new one then, though, because they were out. >_O
After regailing this tale to a friend of mine, she asked me if I got my thirty pieces of silver for trading Quincy in. When I told her the trade value was $35, she proclaimed Quincy a Jesus PS2, and I was Judas. ;_;
I'll miss you, Quincy. I'll miss you.
In other news, I have created a deviantart account. (unethusiastic hurrah) I only have two things up,for lack of a scanner and internet. But my TCC art-buddy Kaje lets me use it, so it's not all that bad. I've also gotten Phoenix Wright: Ace Attourney, Animal Crossing DS, and the first Devil May Cry. My library of games is growing by the day, and it makes me a little happy.
Not so much to let me forget Quincy, though.
Kaje is letting me use her old PS2, so I'm not going without playing any PS2 games. But whenever I put in a CD it can't read,I always think, "Quincy could do this..." :(
I think that's all for now.
Oh yeah, I beat Okami. It has wonderful replay value.
Title: The unspeakable has happened
Posted: December 13, 2006 (08:43 AM)
I know a lot of you out there are Drakengard fans, so when I tell you this, you'll feel my pain and agony. Now, I just discovered this a couple of minutes ago, and I'm still trying to recover from the initial shock and nausea. It's more revolting than a CaimxFuriae, more even than a CaimxManah.
..... a Caim x NOWE fic.
For those of you that have not played D2, let me fill you in on why this is a travesty.
1) As you should know by now, Caim is 42 in this game. Nowe, the new main character, is 17.
2) They are RELATED. That's right! Not only is it slash with two men who are OBVIOUSLY not gay, but it's incest! Caim is Nowe's UNCLE. GUH!!! *vomits again*
I thought it would never come. But I have underestimated the fandom. This is my punishment.
Title: Shit, damn, fuck, and other obsenities.
Posted: December 06, 2006 (07:16 AM)
Well, I am here, sitting on my ass waiting for death. I closed last night/ this morning, so albiet, I'm a bit scatterbrained. I got here uber early in order to write my paper that's due today, and when I open up my backpack, I find that my rough is no longer there, and niether is my peer review. I can't write or turn in the essay without those, so now, there's no real point in writing the damn thing. I can't go home, otherwise I'll lose my exemption and my history class is today, too.
In regards to my last post, I must go into detail about how awesome Okami is. I may even write a review about it, but I've never written one before. o.0
Okami takes place in ancient Japan (reffered to as "Nippon" in the game, which is Japanese for "Japan". Ha ha)and you play as the sun god, Amaterasu, reincarnated as a white wolf. Your mission is to bring life back to the areas of the country that have been afflicted with curses from the evil Orochi's return. You do this by aquiring brush techniqes for your Celestial brush. With this brush, you can make withiering trees bloom, slash foes, and even make cherri bombs.
The little voices for the dialogue are a bit annoying, and I can't seem to find a way to turn them off, but that's the only downfall of this game. The graphics are all in the traditional Japanese/ Chinese art style, which may sound wierd, but it looks wonderful.
The first few minutes of gameplay, I was amazed by the wolf's movements. The detail! It's amazing! Sometimes, even now, I just run around to simply watch Amaterasu run because the makers programmed it SO FREAKING WELL.
But good graphics mean nothing when the gameplay sucks, right? Dirge of Cerberus proved that. (Ouch!) However, the story line is enthralling, fighting foes is always an adventure, especially bosses. Each one requires an entirely different strategy, and they aren't too frequent your eyes blow out. There are also little side quests for your entertainment, like digging up ten turnips without getting bludgeoned by a fat women.
I haven't finished the game quite yet, but I'm excited. I only have three more brush gods to find (they're the Chinese zodiac) and I know that the conlusion will be awesome.
This game rocks, in other words. Go get it.
Title: I have a new obsession.
Posted: December 04, 2006 (06:39 PM)
Okami rules me. It rules my life.
How can one game be so incredibly AWESOME?
Title: Screw you, Federal Income Tax
Posted: November 29, 2006 (07:52 AM)
I got my first paycheck on Black Friday as I worked my 4 to close shift (which was about 8 hours), which gave me a little booster until my lunch came. I opened it up to find....
$15 has been removed from my paycheck.
Confused, I scan down to the taxes, where social security is, and I don't mind that. Medicare's only about a dollar, and then the last little leech is found.
$5.05 - Federal Income Tax
I could use that $5, Congress! I know it's only five bucks, but that'll get me two more gallons of gas, which is about 18 more miles!
I've never been one for anarchy, but that just really pissed me off. It also could be because I had developed three ingrown toenails over the course of my shift and was limping along by the end of the night.
Edit: I got Tales of the Abyss and am sad that there's no Kratos equivilant for me to look forward to.
Posted: November 20, 2006 (07:36 AM)
For the season coming to the busiest part of the year, I find work at Toys to be... somewhat mundane.
Take yesterday for example: the Wii launch. I was even working in the R Zone, where all of the electronics and games are stored. I had one person come up for thier Wii. One. But then again, my shift started at 3, so...
Also, I felt really helpful to this one elderly couple and thier granddaughter. It was like... ten minutes into my shift, and they come up to the register with some things (can't remember what) and I see the granddaughter reading a Pokemon Mysterious Dungeon guide book. After I scan the man's stuff, I say, "Is that Mysterious Dungeon?" She looks a little nervous and nods. "I love that game!" I shout, "I've already beaten it. It's so cool."
The girl looks up to me kind of shyly and nods. "Yeah... I'm at the part where you have to get to Rayquaza..."
"Oh really?" I answer and print out the recipt for the gentleman. "I hated that part. It's 25 floors then 9 more. The nine floors on top are especially hard with all the metagross and salamence."
By this time, the elderly couple are smiling at me, and the gentleman says, "We can never figure out stuff like that, what with all the pokeemans..."
The girl is smiling too, and she asks, "What pokemon were you?"
"Torchic," I reply as I get the elderly man's check and start writing all the crap I have to write on his check.
"Torchic?" she asks, "That's so cute! I'm skitty."
"Aww!" I cry, even though I know skitty's crappy with the low stats, "That's adorable!"
They walk away after I print the recipts smiling and happy. The encounter put me into a good mood until one of my managers came up to me and said a man with a bike said I said something disparaging to him. I didn't even check that guy out!
Fortunately, that little mishap was at the end of my shift, so I didn't have a lot of time to feel bad about it. I told my mom what happened when I got home and she told me that sometimes, the customers make up stuff like that so the store'll give them discounts or something. Are people really that low to make up a rumor that could get someone fired just to get five bucks back?
Anywho, at work, I have taken an unofficial vow to make each of my customers smile in some way or another. So far, I've succeeded, even with one elderly lady that was pretty pissed off with a new trainee that was hired yesterday. I feel accomplished.
Black Friday is looming ahead. I work seven hours there, in the afternoon til close. God help me.
Title: Work day and TV Cats
Posted: November 15, 2006 (09:50 AM)
Okay. So, the first day of work was 6 to closing, which is technically 10 pm. Technically. After all the customers -who are some of the rudest people in the US- have left, the workers are supposed to finish up whatever reshop, the item that get left behind, and put out the merchandise for the night crew to stock. Not much when it's a normal day. But was this a normal day? Of course not.
Seeing as how half the crew that was supposed to close decided not to show up, we, the floor crew, got to reshop for an hour. AN HOUR. And I could not figure out where the hell this stupid megaman thing went. No other magamen! >_O
Anyway, after giving up on megaman and putting him next to batman, I go to my supervisor and ask what we're supposed to do now. She happily replies, "We get to bring out pallets!" Do I know what a pallet is? Not quite. But I follow her anyway to the loading area where lots of cardboard boxes on wooden platts are. She takes a metal cart thing -a pallet, I guess- and takes a load of boxes out. I do the same and come back.
Now, this wouldn't be so bad if the loading crew were all present. But there were only four. So we got to help for another wonderful hour of happiness and carting large piles -usually about to collapse- of stuff around the store. By the time I clocked out, it was a little past midnight.
I get into my Jimmy box and convince that I'll make it home. Halfway home, I start thinking, "Wow, it's really dark out. I mean, it's night, but it shouldn't be this dark!" I then discover that my headlights were off. The latter half of the drive was spent laughing deleriously at that fact. Thank god those roads were empty.
Anyway, yeah, first day of work = suck. But I got 2 hours overtime, so happy, I guess. But the next day, I was still tired from my excursions earlier that morning. So, I'm looking for my straight edge so that I may continue with my "RSoM" submission when Dish Satalite calls (we have a history of them repeatedly calling us. It's very vexing.) and I am really not in the mood to shout at a machine. But I discover that it's an actual person. Jubilations!
Now, I could have asked her not to call us anymore. But that didn't enter my head when I began to talk like an inbred hic. Our conversation went like this:
Tele: Hello, this is Dish Satalite and we would like to offer you-"
Me: Where is me straight edge? I can't find me straight edge! You know missy, I've been lookin' an lookin' fer HOURS, but I still cain't find it! You know where it is?
Tele: Uh... no, I don't...
Me: Well, that's jest fine. I really need me straight edge!
Tele: Um... straight edge?
Me: Oh, not the blade, we got knives fer that. I mean the thing you use if you waunt a straight line...
Tele:... A ruler?
Me: Yeah, yeah! A straight edge!
Tele: Well, I'm sorry you can't find it ma'am... But uh... Do you have cable or anything?
Me: Naw, we dun have a TV.
Tele:... You don't have a TV?
Me: Well, we do, but the cats like to git in there and nibble on the wires 'n such. And Bubba's gone an' tooken the copper, don' you see.
Tele: So, you don't have a TV, ma'am?
Me: Not unless you wanna watch the cats.
Tele: Thank you, ma'am I hope you find your straight edge.
Me: Well, thankie, dearie!
End. That was the most fun five minutes I have ever had on a phone.
Title: Toys 'R' Us, how we salute thee
Posted: November 10, 2006 (07:40 AM)
I did it! I am now a working woman! *insert maniacal laughter* I make my own money now! No more begging parents for cash! No more bumming off of my sister! No more, I say! If I want a game, I can go out and buy it!
...I give it two weeks before I start bitching about it. -_-
So yeah, Toys accepted me. Though the background check took over a week (>_O) my employer finally called and told me she wanted to offer me a position. It was a nice esteem boost that the first interview I went to, I got hired. Huzzah.
So, orientation's today at 6 and ends when we close. I had to go out to Wal-Mart and buy a shirt and slacks for the uniform. o.0 You'd think everyone over the age of 17 would have a white-collared shirt and some khaki slacks, but no, not Lizzy. -_-
In other news, I have finally gotten to see Miyazaki's "Howl's Moving Castle". I LOVED IT. Howl has now bumped Haku (Spirited Away) off of the most favorite Miyazaki Hero podium! I love him! I love Sophie! I love Calcifer! The entire movie, I was laughing, which is rare in a Miyazaki film. My mom liked it, and even my sister, who thinks anime is completely retarded, loves it!
Yesterday was just a happy day. Let's hope today turns out just as good. o.0
Title: I'm loopy from DayQuil
Posted: November 06, 2006 (08:56 AM)
That is all.
Title: Annoying Rap Retards and Truck Grievances
Posted: November 03, 2006 (07:40 AM)
I'm in the TCC "Acedemic Learning Center" (aka the Library)and there's a girl at the far end of the line of computers with a stupid rap song playing. The entire library can hear it. Other computer people, including myself, are glancing at her with annoyance. But does she mute the hideous cocophany of evil? No. She lets it play.
ANYWAY, this morining, however short it may presently be, has been filled with tiny little pricks to my anger. I woke up listening to possibly one of the most ridiculous and stereotypical "Kuntry" songs in circulation: "I'm Already There" by Lonestar. And not only do I wake up to this disparaging song, my throat beings to burn and throb. I caught my sister's heavy cold.
So, I get out of bed and have to scream -with the throbbing throat- at my puppy to get off of the table. Then, I walk out to my truck and, once again, it is covered in tree sap. I have to take the freezing cold garden hose and hose down my truck, since the water injection thing for the windshield doesn't work.
As I'm coming to school, four -count 'em, FOUR- cars weave in and out in front of me in five mintues. And I was going five over the speed limit!
Which brings me to my next bitching point: the misconception of large trucks. People in little cars, don't underestimate them. They can go fast, too; they have accelorators. Don't pull out in front of them if you're trying to turn left at a light. Because they can't stop in time to swerve and save your sorry, miscalculating ass. And who would hurt more in a wreck between a little tiny car and a large, full-size Jimmy? Watch a monster truck rally and you'll see.
Now, I'm not talking about semi's and load-carrying trucks. I'm talking about regular, full-sized trucks, like Chevy Silvarados, and my own GMC Jimmy.
Oh, and before I stop ranting, I forgot to bring money for a scantron so I can take a test today. >_O I guess I'll just have to take the all-essay restest.... -_-
Posted: October 30, 2006 (07:14 AM)
Well, today at 2:00, I am schedualed for an interview at Toys R US. Woo hoo. I would be more enthusiastic if I didn't feel as if I were going to collapse at any moment. However, I do have a swirling miasma of anxienty fermenting in my belly. This is, after all, my first job interview.
I don't really know what to expect, since the hiring manager said it would be a "group" interview. Which would be bad, since I don't speak out very much in a group of people I don't know. Hopefully, knowing this, I won't overcompensate and talk too much and make a complete ass of myself.
In other news, I have picked up Pokemon XD: Gale of Darkness again. Though the story's long and arduous, and I have a shocking lack of good pokemon to rely on, I keep addictively playing. Damn you, Japan.
I'm about 60% done with getting everything together to send to Tokyopop in regards to pitching Divinity to them. (I changed the name again. -_-) I had my buddy Alex help me with marketing points, and because of her reasons, I feel a little more confident about the comic in general.
Let's see if everything pans out.
Posted: October 24, 2006 (08:06 AM)
I was randomly cruising the fandoms of ff.net's game section, and what do I see? Tetris. And there's 34 fics.
...How the hell do you write a fic about Tetris?
...Why would you WANT to write a fic about Tetris?
So, curiosity gets the best of me, and I click into the fandom. Most of them are humor fics, like "Problems of the Everyday Square" and "Puzzle". This makes sense, seeing as how it's bloody Tetris. Then, I see this: an angst fic.
Yes, angst. In Tetris. Because you know, there's no game filled with more drama and tragedy than TETRIS!
I click on it, since I have a strange obsession with the badly written as of late, and I find the first chapter to be this:
"A blue block watches his ideal woman… He is forever plagued by the guilt of his family, called a traitor by his father, ignored by his mother, the result is a touching but ludicrous autobiography.
CheeseFromJupiter Presents… A semi serious Tetris fanfiction… I saw you walk through the park…
I remember the first time I saw her..
We met at the Tetris open evening, and even when she got drunk and danced a top a table, I could tell she was my type of woman.
My family didn’t approve, of course.
I was a blue block, and she was a pink block.
We were Ying and Yang..
Black and white..
Salt and pepper..
Fish and chips.
My father called me a traitor, saying to me that I had been officially disowned.
And my mother….
My mother just sat there.
She was the forever of my life. She walked past the house as she went went to her work, and she flashed a smile at me in passing.
But what made me love her so was when I saw her walk through the park..
It had been a frosty morning.
The sun shone down on both her and the fresh layer of snow, but not on me.
I was always cold, always hating that we couldn’t be.
I know we aren’t for each other..
But still I follow her.
For I would like dreadfully for us to be…
I still yearn for you, my beauty..
I still follow you..
I still watch you walk through the park."
And as I read this, I'm still trying to figure out how a block dances. o.0
Title: Oh... shit...
Posted: October 17, 2006 (08:07 AM)
I just now realized as I was happily cruising my usual spots on the Internet, that I have a Sociology test today. I've missed the past two classes and I know next to nothing of the chapters that I'm about to be tested on. Niether do I have a subject for my final project, which is looming in the shadows.
....It's too late to try and frantically study now. May as well take it and do better on the next test...
...Why is Atlantica a beacon of useless, brainless singing in KH2? Nothing hurt me more than to hear Hayley Joel Osman singing with Donald and Goofy. And I had to do it. I had to. There was no avoiding it. You have to sing in order to get the secret ending, which I'm not even sure I can even get now because of that DAMN poster duty thing! No one can complete it in 30 seconds! NO ONE BUT GAWD!!
And as I make my PS2 controller creak with pain because of the strength of my hold, it hits me. Square Enix is lead by sadists.
It all makes sense. Why else would they make the original KH Sora so damn corny and you had to play as him? Why else would they make the end of KH2 so flamingly gay, or you didn't meet Riku until the very, very end? Why else would they make 15 minute boss battles, or impossible side quests, or even made the plot of Drakengard the way that it is?
They're sadists, every last one of them! They enjoy watching the gamers squirming in pain and horror! I've got you, Square! I got your rouse!
...Then I sit back down and level up Sora's final form. -_-
Just some random goodness.