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So. The weekend. It was actually pretty damn good, with the exception of the whole part where we all died and came back as rabbits in cages.
... alright. We didn't die. But those cages did suck.
Anyway, my friend Michelle graduated from SMS this past friday, and I didn't go congratulate her or anything. I was supposed to head down for a night to hang out since I haven't seen her in a year, but she emailed me and called it off. I guess the reality kinda hit her that we just don't talk that much anymore. We still get along great, I'm sure, but I guss it's time for our paths to diverge, or something cosmic like that. Hell if I know.
We made it to Rich's at about 3 or 4 on saturday. Dan and he liked their shirts, and Rich actually got me another Pakistanistraightsword! (A pakistani blade is the worst possible steel you can get. Ever. Reynolds Wrap produces a better tang) This ninjato-thingie is quite cooler-looking that my current one. Not to mention the big smile it brought to my face since I like to rip on how bad Pakistani swords suck, yet I am drawn to them.
Later that night... the arcade. I guess my instinct to crush and kill all is coming back with full force, because the instant I walked in there, I had this urge to follow Jed over to the Tekken machine and whomp all challengers. However, one Asian Death Glare from Kim later, and Rich/Dan/Kim/Me were off to finish our shopping. To her credit, she was just keeping us on track, not like she was trying to keep me from having fun or none. Picked Matt up a Buddy Christ desk fig, and got Isabelle a hooded Monsters, Inc towel. A towel with a hood. Fucking awesome.
The tournament was pretty okay. I actually spent half the time telling people to come to the one I'm hosting at the end of the year. It's not hard to cajole people into something, when your sales pitch is "We're going to have a tournament, with the first place player getting a katana. Then we're all going back to my place to drink and hit each other and pass out." It's like selling crack. It sold itself. I placed like 3rd or 4th or something. I was ripping right through the tournament, too. It started off with Babbit calling me out right away, and I figured, "What the fuck. Why not?" so we got the whole Missouri Wesside Easside thing down right away, which ended with Joe not understanding numbers and me walking away with the fourth victory notch on my bootheel. I ripped through the rest of the tournament, but when finals came around (and I was called up), I hadn't eaten for 24 hours, and I had about 4 hours of sleep the previous night. So I stopped caring. An hour later, we were at Applebees while those suckers were still playing cards. WHO IS THE WINNER NOW, LITTLE JOE DUMEY!?
Ahem.
So. Rawr. We came home last night, and today I resolved to completely overhaul the decks I have made for l5r. They were all (with the exception of the Unicorn deck) made for other people. They're all mine, now! ALL!! I feel better than a month ago, and I really think it just comes down to the whole competitive feeling waking back up in me. Go me.
Hopefully we can finally get around to getting the house signed up at the gym tomorrow, because I'm due. Kim gets pissed at me when I complain about how out of shape I've gotten. She thinks I'm talking like I think I'm horrid or not. It's not like that, I'm just fucking dissapointed in how I've let myself slip. It's not an issue of "I want to be perfect" as much as a self-control and self-discipline consideration. I've let both get pretty lax in the past year or so, and it's time to take it back for the black ma-... or something.
Anjin-san off.
... alright. We didn't die. But those cages did suck.
Anyway, my friend Michelle graduated from SMS this past friday, and I didn't go congratulate her or anything. I was supposed to head down for a night to hang out since I haven't seen her in a year, but she emailed me and called it off. I guess the reality kinda hit her that we just don't talk that much anymore. We still get along great, I'm sure, but I guss it's time for our paths to diverge, or something cosmic like that. Hell if I know.
We made it to Rich's at about 3 or 4 on saturday. Dan and he liked their shirts, and Rich actually got me another Pakistanistraightsword! (A pakistani blade is the worst possible steel you can get. Ever. Reynolds Wrap produces a better tang) This ninjato-thingie is quite cooler-looking that my current one. Not to mention the big smile it brought to my face since I like to rip on how bad Pakistani swords suck, yet I am drawn to them.
Later that night... the arcade. I guess my instinct to crush and kill all is coming back with full force, because the instant I walked in there, I had this urge to follow Jed over to the Tekken machine and whomp all challengers. However, one Asian Death Glare from Kim later, and Rich/Dan/Kim/Me were off to finish our shopping. To her credit, she was just keeping us on track, not like she was trying to keep me from having fun or none. Picked Matt up a Buddy Christ desk fig, and got Isabelle a hooded Monsters, Inc towel. A towel with a hood. Fucking awesome.
The tournament was pretty okay. I actually spent half the time telling people to come to the one I'm hosting at the end of the year. It's not hard to cajole people into something, when your sales pitch is "We're going to have a tournament, with the first place player getting a katana. Then we're all going back to my place to drink and hit each other and pass out." It's like selling crack. It sold itself. I placed like 3rd or 4th or something. I was ripping right through the tournament, too. It started off with Babbit calling me out right away, and I figured, "What the fuck. Why not?" so we got the whole Missouri Wesside Easside thing down right away, which ended with Joe not understanding numbers and me walking away with the fourth victory notch on my bootheel. I ripped through the rest of the tournament, but when finals came around (and I was called up), I hadn't eaten for 24 hours, and I had about 4 hours of sleep the previous night. So I stopped caring. An hour later, we were at Applebees while those suckers were still playing cards. WHO IS THE WINNER NOW, LITTLE JOE DUMEY!?
Ahem.
So. Rawr. We came home last night, and today I resolved to completely overhaul the decks I have made for l5r. They were all (with the exception of the Unicorn deck) made for other people. They're all mine, now! ALL!! I feel better than a month ago, and I really think it just comes down to the whole competitive feeling waking back up in me. Go me.
Hopefully we can finally get around to getting the house signed up at the gym tomorrow, because I'm due. Kim gets pissed at me when I complain about how out of shape I've gotten. She thinks I'm talking like I think I'm horrid or not. It's not like that, I'm just fucking dissapointed in how I've let myself slip. It's not an issue of "I want to be perfect" as much as a self-control and self-discipline consideration. I've let both get pretty lax in the past year or so, and it's time to take it back for the black ma-... or something.
Anjin-san off.