Sunday, November 21, 2004

I'm cool because I update.

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Mimmi- Hells yeah, yay for breaks from school.

Mal- :/ Is this about the school break?

Shin- They don't want the yearbook to totally suck. It's a valid complaint. Besides, it's not everyone. Note how I said "spare one or two people"? :P

Azure- It's more of a social thing than a shopping thing. There's a pretty tight-knit community of DDR players in our mall, and I'm slowly being eased into it, methinks.

Karmi- *could make a very insulting joke about the "suck it up" part on the teacher's expense, but doesn't*

Godel- ..Eh, I'm learning to live with it.

Alea- *thinks about it for a while* Okay, I'm done. What do I win?

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I forgot to mention that I saw the hardcover edition of the Johnny the Homicidal Maniac collection in Hot Topic at the mall on Friday. It was very, very cool.

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Yesterday I woke up, took a shower, and put on my "sit around the house and do nothing" pants. They're just some olive green cargo pants that I don't wear out anymore because they're all messed up in the back. I still like them, though, so they were appointed the official Lazy Pants.

And so I did just that. I played MGS3 for a while, and I got to the fight with The End. He's the really old sniper with a parrot on his shoulder, for those of you who care. I have heard a lot about him in reviews- about how he takes part in one of the biggest, most epic boss battles in the history of gaming, so I had high expectations.

Basically, it boils down to this: There are three large, forested areas in which the battle takes place. Possible sniping positions are marked on your map, and if you locate The End he, too, is marked. Until then you're basically running around, taking cover, and listening to the old guy taunt you.

He doesn't really do damage, really- it's a battle of stamina. He uses tranquilizers which deplete your energy, not your health. I must have killed five snakes and eaten five fruits within the forty-five minute period, seen The End four times, and never laid a finger on him. After a while, I just turned it off and played Nocturne.

Spent a few hours listening to music, and then I watched Saturday Night Live and some craptacular movie on the Sci Fi channel until two in the morning. This particular film's title escaped me, but they seemed to be ripping off Carrie. There was some sort of party, and this crazy girl in a dress was using psychic powers to kill everybody.

She died saving her boyfriend, and a year later, he's still thinking about her, after watching everybody he loved get mauled by her. It was stupid. They tried symbolism and original camera angles, but they fell on their face.

Who the hell makes these movies, anyway?

..Yeah, I need a life.

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Woke up today, and tallied up the total cost of Project Ubercomputer. It came out to $1,845 before tax and shipping and all that jazz, but again, my dad knows a guy with a wholesale license.

..Holy crap, there's a snow flurry outside. Or, at least, a pathetic excuse for one. It's still frozen water, but it's not sticking. My brother's going crazy, heh. I wonder if he'll still love snow after being trapped inside of our grandmother's house by it next month.
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