Jan 25, 2008 21:21
Pointless entry time! Because my life is precisely as exciting as this journal. Oddly enough, I'm perfectly fine with that. Something to do with ancient Chinese curses and my own anti-social nature. Or the newest Rambo movie.
Also, Hitman Reborn? It's the shit. 666 Satan also decent, but just not as cool as cursed baby hitmen, magical rings infused with demonic powers, and quite possibly the most confusing time travel arc since I finished Armageddon Game. Eyeshield 21 is pretty cool. Provided you don't mind them assraping the NFL rulebook (which I obviously don't). The series is disappointing, though; some of the best gags are gone, and the demon-alien-guy doesn't say "fuck," like...ever. It's all 'damn' and 'darn' and 'poison douche-bag.'
(Note: Fuck MLA & APA formats.)
My ankle is officially, in my own words, 'really fucking fuck fucked up.' I'm reasonably certain we're past the sprain point, and well into torn territory. And it's my driving foot. I'll leave the rest of this whine-a-paloogalla to the higher reasoning portions of your brain. I'll even give you one hint: it fucking hurts to drive.
...eeeeeeeeeew, it's black and blue under my sock...
...which I suppose could be expected of a...y'know...subdermal bruise directly over the lateral tarsals.
Goddamn, Tigger and Rupert are noisy as hell when they fight. What they have worth fighting over is beyond me.
School is irritating. I'm reasonably certain I forgot to take my first online quiz for my lab class. As I was not told how to access said quiz, or even given any contact information for the Answer Man, I'm choosing to simply file this away in my, "Things I Need To Yell At Whatsisname, the Big Guy Inna Clouds With Absolutely Nothing To Do Outside of 'Testing' People For His/Her/Vosotros' Amusement." Is a big folder. Or would be, if I had a memory more like a Ziploc container, as oppoed to a collander.
Run on sentences. They are sexy.
What else. Still coughing. Not sure it's leaving this time. Gotta take someone to the diagnostic center early-assed next Friday, then hump it to class ASAP. Thinking I may pull a, "traffic sucked." Or something. It's a philosophy class. Yeah. At 1230 hrs, Friday, for one hour. Tha's it for the day.
Seriously. My schedule? It blows. Like Mako energy. Or Paris Hilton in a stiff wind.
Don't really have much else. Started writing again. Still crap. Kinda want to paint figurines (Warhammer or otherwise) -- or at least throw a nerd-fit and grab one of those tiny-assed Gundam clix-models. (Possibly a very bad idea.)
Eeeeeeeeeeh...whaddelse...
Got a Nintendo DS. Can't find many games that actually excite me, which is a bummer, since I totally thought I'd be all over these things. As it is, Phoenix Wright and Zelda: Chain of Silver Diamond Turmeric Magic Boat Fairies That Never SHUT THE HELL UP are the only two that seem to hold my interest.
Also, Final Fantasy 12? Either I'm slow and/or SUCK with RPGs, or the design team felt like making this game impossible to finish in anything less than a year for a normal person. As the only RPGs I have ever finished are: FF7, XenoGears/Saga1/Saga2 (note: Fuck the FFX and XenoSaga3 combat and leveling system, and FUCK SquareEnix for their obscenely convoluted 'side-quests' and/or 'treasure hunts.')
I think that was it.