Harumpf
I don't know what it is, something in the air perhaps, but I feel quite morose today. A lot of thoughts seem to be milling around inside my head. They're not particuarly alarming, or even distracting, but I find myself coming back to them. A lot of it concerns my writing. I'm never, ever happy with my writing. It's so difficult to keep things in perspective, isn't it? It's never been a great strength of mine. I don't know how people do it.
Anyway, enough of these short sentences, I realise they're incredibly annoying. I received Splinter Cell: Double Agent in the post a couple of days ago, so I've been chipping away at that recently. Games like this - Metal Gear included, always push me to hysterics... I get it from my mother. I'm just incapable of keeping my cool, instead choosing to morph into a startled deer, frozen before a 4x4 (or in this case, a naughty terrorist.) In Metal Gear Solid, all it took was a 'PNBRIING!' tone when an enemy spotted me to send me hurtling out into the open, and so to my inevitable death. Panic control is not my strong point, it seems. I'm much more of a run-and-gun girl.
October is here, but it is still too warm. Where oh where is my excuse for purchasing hot chocolate from Starbucks?
Anyway, enough of these short sentences, I realise they're incredibly annoying. I received Splinter Cell: Double Agent in the post a couple of days ago, so I've been chipping away at that recently. Games like this - Metal Gear included, always push me to hysterics... I get it from my mother. I'm just incapable of keeping my cool, instead choosing to morph into a startled deer, frozen before a 4x4 (or in this case, a naughty terrorist.) In Metal Gear Solid, all it took was a 'PNBRIING!' tone when an enemy spotted me to send me hurtling out into the open, and so to my inevitable death. Panic control is not my strong point, it seems. I'm much more of a run-and-gun girl.
October is here, but it is still too warm. Where oh where is my excuse for purchasing hot chocolate from Starbucks?