Yeah i'm like, totally fluent
You know the problem with this Live Journal thing is that i'll go over everything thats happened and is over in my head... and by therefore fooling my brain into thinking its resolved I can function normally. So its difficult for me to "save up" angst and whatnot to post here.
Justin came over this weekend. I saw my first Bruce Lee movie at his insistance... and were it not for his starry-eyed fanboy narration of Bruce Lee's origins and exploits I probably would have written the whole experience off. I wasn't unimpressed mind you... and if I had to describe what I felt watching it i'd have to reply with utter hilarity at the movie itself and with a certain kind of respect for the star himself. Damn Justin and his cultured influences! Did you know that Jun Keet Do could be considered the first american martial art? Bruce Lee was of Chinese descent but he grew up in america and fully considered this to be his home country-- Argghh!
As usual it was a fine day for gaming... we played alittle DoA on the side of course... Justin's always trying to laud that game as the pinnacle of the fighting genre... but to be perfectly honest it's only *so* entertaining and not even for that long. Button mashers are a dime a dozen (Just about every single game of the type that i've played has fallen under such a lack luster label) and although DoA made a fair effort to be something different... it isn't. Not that Justin would ever hear any of that nonsense. You know as "honest" and "nonjudgmental" he is about life... its interesting how he adopts such brash unyielding stances when something he values/likes is questioned, no differently than those he snickers about. As if I was any better right? Perhaps its just my own bitter dislike of how easy it is for him to believe in himself... even if i'm sure he's wrong... he carries himself so well that if i'd not known the guy for such a long time i'd be inclined to believe he was right about everything. Maybe i'm just naive that way.
At anyrate he and I mostly played Tales of Symophonia... tentatively renamed "Tizzales of Symphonizzle." He was Lloyd, a dual sword wielding Vash spinoff and I mainly controlled Kratos, a generic swordsman with a chest plate that made it seem like his nipples were showing... *shudder* (which Justin exclaimed and pointed out with great relish at every opportunity, not that I didn't eventually just accept that YES... they looked like nipples so I should laugh about it.)
In an attempt to relieve the monotony we rented two games. Stake and Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles. They sucked. Hard. Seriously.
Justin and I got into one or two scraps about the nature of our adventure... which was mostly my fault for being too assuming about the nature of a "Tales" game and now I feel the fool for having argued with him at all over something so trivial. Everytime I spend an extended period of time in his presence I end up humiliated in some way... usually to no one other than myself. I have respect for Justin... admiration even for his expansive knowledge of people, but he possesses certain qualities that just make me want to sock him in the face at times. A handful of my reasons for disliking aspects of Justin are valid in my own limited scope... and others simply come from within. I cannot explain them or present some form of motive for justification... it would seem as though a less traveled part of my mind rejects all that he represents.
My best friend...*sigh* if only I were more gifted in the nuances of speech I could express myself to those around me. I stumble over the most rudimentary of explanations and i'm barely able to let anyone know how I truely feel at any given time. I try and force myself past the insecurity and the latent nervousness of my person... of course it only leads to hastily spoken-- and instantly regretted remarks that paint quite a vibrant picture of me as a complete ass.
Well... no point in dwelling on it any longer, especially since I feel as though i'm bad mouthing Justin and thats simply not my intention at all.
I haven't spoken much to any of my friends the past months... been busy with work mostly... and with Justin's computer still waiting to be entirely fixed I can't ride all the way to the office everytime I need to get on-line. Well I could... but why would I want to?
Hmm... I don't feel much like writing anymore. Till next time.
Justin came over this weekend. I saw my first Bruce Lee movie at his insistance... and were it not for his starry-eyed fanboy narration of Bruce Lee's origins and exploits I probably would have written the whole experience off. I wasn't unimpressed mind you... and if I had to describe what I felt watching it i'd have to reply with utter hilarity at the movie itself and with a certain kind of respect for the star himself. Damn Justin and his cultured influences! Did you know that Jun Keet Do could be considered the first american martial art? Bruce Lee was of Chinese descent but he grew up in america and fully considered this to be his home country-- Argghh!
As usual it was a fine day for gaming... we played alittle DoA on the side of course... Justin's always trying to laud that game as the pinnacle of the fighting genre... but to be perfectly honest it's only *so* entertaining and not even for that long. Button mashers are a dime a dozen (Just about every single game of the type that i've played has fallen under such a lack luster label) and although DoA made a fair effort to be something different... it isn't. Not that Justin would ever hear any of that nonsense. You know as "honest" and "nonjudgmental" he is about life... its interesting how he adopts such brash unyielding stances when something he values/likes is questioned, no differently than those he snickers about. As if I was any better right? Perhaps its just my own bitter dislike of how easy it is for him to believe in himself... even if i'm sure he's wrong... he carries himself so well that if i'd not known the guy for such a long time i'd be inclined to believe he was right about everything. Maybe i'm just naive that way.
At anyrate he and I mostly played Tales of Symophonia... tentatively renamed "Tizzales of Symphonizzle." He was Lloyd, a dual sword wielding Vash spinoff and I mainly controlled Kratos, a generic swordsman with a chest plate that made it seem like his nipples were showing... *shudder* (which Justin exclaimed and pointed out with great relish at every opportunity, not that I didn't eventually just accept that YES... they looked like nipples so I should laugh about it.)
In an attempt to relieve the monotony we rented two games. Stake and Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles. They sucked. Hard. Seriously.
Justin and I got into one or two scraps about the nature of our adventure... which was mostly my fault for being too assuming about the nature of a "Tales" game and now I feel the fool for having argued with him at all over something so trivial. Everytime I spend an extended period of time in his presence I end up humiliated in some way... usually to no one other than myself. I have respect for Justin... admiration even for his expansive knowledge of people, but he possesses certain qualities that just make me want to sock him in the face at times. A handful of my reasons for disliking aspects of Justin are valid in my own limited scope... and others simply come from within. I cannot explain them or present some form of motive for justification... it would seem as though a less traveled part of my mind rejects all that he represents.
My best friend...*sigh* if only I were more gifted in the nuances of speech I could express myself to those around me. I stumble over the most rudimentary of explanations and i'm barely able to let anyone know how I truely feel at any given time. I try and force myself past the insecurity and the latent nervousness of my person... of course it only leads to hastily spoken-- and instantly regretted remarks that paint quite a vibrant picture of me as a complete ass.
Well... no point in dwelling on it any longer, especially since I feel as though i'm bad mouthing Justin and thats simply not my intention at all.
I haven't spoken much to any of my friends the past months... been busy with work mostly... and with Justin's computer still waiting to be entirely fixed I can't ride all the way to the office everytime I need to get on-line. Well I could... but why would I want to?
Hmm... I don't feel much like writing anymore. Till next time.