I can't decide which is worse when I'm in a "jumpy" mood: trying to get to sleep when I hear a sound that jolts me awake, or trying to get to sleep when I become aware of just how silent it is and am overcome by a creepy feeling. I blame Amnesia, which the group I was with finished playing today. I don't know how people would be able to play that game alone. I'd be locked in my room for days, afraid that something would be waiting to kill me outside. I don't know why I have this trouble with keeping reality separate from spookier fiction. I just can't watch something scary and then sleep at night. My mind always comes back to whatever it was I watched that was so scary, be it the time I stayed up until four watching EverymanHybrid because I was already freaked out and didn't think I could sleep if I tried, or the time I watched The Exorcist with my dad, brother, and stepmom and had to sleep in my dad's room with a bible under my pillow (I would have had something smaller, but my brother got to the rosary first).
Anyway, now I'm sitting in my room, unable to sleep because I know I'll overthing something or think I see something out of the corner of my eye reflected in the mirror and barely lit by the light of my alarm clock.
I don't see why TIMMOMH MPE
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Could've sworn I had updated this recently...
...but it looks like my last post was the not-quite-drunk post of "Moo moo moo moo".
I was thinking about having another "Review" post, but I don't really feel like making that a regular thing. The next one would've just been me gushing about video games I enjoy, but that would have been dreadfully boring to you guys. Plus it's been done about a hundred times. For the sake of brevity, my five favorite games are (in no particular order) Majora's Mask, Age of Mythology, Borderlands, Jedi Knight, and Banjo Tooie.
Anyway, I suppose I could update you nonexistant people on the search for my job. Jr od s;esud jrtr/ Jr eo;; mpy ;rsbr ,r s;pmr/ Jr gp;;perf ,r jp,r. jr dysmfd om ,u tpp, sy mohjy. smf jr yslrd ,r sesu/ Jr;[/ {;rsdr jr;[ ,r/ So my brother thinks I have good chances, but I'm a little less positive since they didn't hire me when I first applied anyway.
Today I ranted for about two hours about how George Lucas has ruined the Star Wars franchise. I personally think he ruined it with the '97 special edition, long before the prequals. At that point, the movies became much more focused on producing as many action figures as possible. Anyway, I don't want to get too far into that since it's also something that's been said millions of times before, plus I already talked all the way through RotJ to one of my friends, probably ruining the movie watching experience.
Two days ago, I watched a friend play a game called Amnesia: the Dark Descent. Great game. I'd been meaning to get into it lately by myself and was actually a little apprehensive about being part of a group watching the game being played since it might defuse the horror of the game quite a bit. I'm actually quite glad I was with a group: playing something like that alone would've scared the shit out of me. I don't handle horror very well, and Amnesia is just about the scariest form of horror I've seen. Supernatural crap mixed in with a creepy atmosphere and a general helplessness are blended together so perfectly in the game that I felt as if something similar were happening to me. I felt like I was actually hiding in my closet, too scared to look out in case the monster outside saw me. It's connections like that that so many games are missing today. Nowadays you've got your usual shooter where you play a character who is more or less a god when it comes to speed and athletic ability, who shrugs off bullets after resting a few moments, and who has the firearm training of the best soldier out there. In Amnesia, you play a regular guy. You feel a connection even if you pick up from the middle because this guy reacts the way you would react. In the dark, everything seems to be coming out at you. You do seem to go insane. :olr ,r ejrm jr od jrtr/ :olr mpe/
<idy nr timmomh/ 338- piy/
I was thinking about having another "Review" post, but I don't really feel like making that a regular thing. The next one would've just been me gushing about video games I enjoy, but that would have been dreadfully boring to you guys. Plus it's been done about a hundred times. For the sake of brevity, my five favorite games are (in no particular order) Majora's Mask, Age of Mythology, Borderlands, Jedi Knight, and Banjo Tooie.
Anyway, I suppose I could update you nonexistant people on the search for my job. Jr od s;esud jrtr/ Jr eo;; mpy ;rsbr ,r s;pmr/ Jr gp;;perf ,r jp,r. jr dysmfd om ,u tpp, sy mohjy. smf jr yslrd ,r sesu/ Jr;[/ {;rsdr jr;[ ,r/ So my brother thinks I have good chances, but I'm a little less positive since they didn't hire me when I first applied anyway.
Today I ranted for about two hours about how George Lucas has ruined the Star Wars franchise. I personally think he ruined it with the '97 special edition, long before the prequals. At that point, the movies became much more focused on producing as many action figures as possible. Anyway, I don't want to get too far into that since it's also something that's been said millions of times before, plus I already talked all the way through RotJ to one of my friends, probably ruining the movie watching experience.
Two days ago, I watched a friend play a game called Amnesia: the Dark Descent. Great game. I'd been meaning to get into it lately by myself and was actually a little apprehensive about being part of a group watching the game being played since it might defuse the horror of the game quite a bit. I'm actually quite glad I was with a group: playing something like that alone would've scared the shit out of me. I don't handle horror very well, and Amnesia is just about the scariest form of horror I've seen. Supernatural crap mixed in with a creepy atmosphere and a general helplessness are blended together so perfectly in the game that I felt as if something similar were happening to me. I felt like I was actually hiding in my closet, too scared to look out in case the monster outside saw me. It's connections like that that so many games are missing today. Nowadays you've got your usual shooter where you play a character who is more or less a god when it comes to speed and athletic ability, who shrugs off bullets after resting a few moments, and who has the firearm training of the best soldier out there. In Amnesia, you play a regular guy. You feel a connection even if you pick up from the middle because this guy reacts the way you would react. In the dark, everything seems to be coming out at you. You do seem to go insane. :olr ,r ejrm jr od jrtr/ :olr mpe/
<idy nr timmomh/ 338- piy/
Friday, May 18, 2012
Moo moo moo moo
I had a dream last night that I had a comment on this blog. It was a good dream. Too bad only 27 people have ever seen this blog, and none will likely comment on it.
Anyway, I slept over at my brother's house on Wednesday. I did this to volunteer at his workplace on Thursday, but that's not the point of me bringing it up. I bring this up because on Wednesday night, I slept on my brother's couch under the big window in his living room. This freaked me out a bit because my view of the street looked eerily similar to a lot of Slender Man photos, and in my tired stupor I thought I saw none other than the thin one himself. It's just my imagination getting away from me, though. I'm sure that if I had people who followed this blog, they'd start saying it was a Slender Blog. It isn't.
The job search goes nowhere. I applied at several places and none have contacted me. Looks like this summer will be eventful (sarcasm).
Anyway, I went out tonight and had a couple more drinks then normal (meaning I had three drinks), and now I'm feeling a little tipsy for the first time in my life. I don't really get the appeal. The taste of alcohol is not worth this feeling. Maybe if I find a drink I like better I'll start drinking more regularly.
Has anyone ever heard of a board game called Epic Duels? It's awesome. They should remake it.
Oh, and Battleship looks dumb. Someone should tell me if it isn't.
A more focused post to come when I'm more focused and less tired.
Anyway, I slept over at my brother's house on Wednesday. I did this to volunteer at his workplace on Thursday, but that's not the point of me bringing it up. I bring this up because on Wednesday night, I slept on my brother's couch under the big window in his living room. This freaked me out a bit because my view of the street looked eerily similar to a lot of Slender Man photos, and in my tired stupor I thought I saw none other than the thin one himself. It's just my imagination getting away from me, though. I'm sure that if I had people who followed this blog, they'd start saying it was a Slender Blog. It isn't.
The job search goes nowhere. I applied at several places and none have contacted me. Looks like this summer will be eventful (sarcasm).
Anyway, I went out tonight and had a couple more drinks then normal (meaning I had three drinks), and now I'm feeling a little tipsy for the first time in my life. I don't really get the appeal. The taste of alcohol is not worth this feeling. Maybe if I find a drink I like better I'll start drinking more regularly.
Has anyone ever heard of a board game called Epic Duels? It's awesome. They should remake it.
Oh, and Battleship looks dumb. Someone should tell me if it isn't.
A more focused post to come when I'm more focused and less tired.
Monday, May 14, 2012
That's okay, I didn't mean to be honest anyway.
Turns out I'm not so good at updating this as I seem to want to be. As a result, I constantly say that I'm going to update more frequently, then don't. At this point, it's safe to assume I'm lying to you.
Then again, it doesn't seem like it's been that long since I've updated this. Most of the last week or so has been a bit of a blur. On Tuesday, I celebrated my 21st by discovering my drink limits. Other than that, I've applied for four jobs and have heard back from zero, so this summer was looking about as lazy as last summer.
Until, that is, today. I got two letters in the mail from my college. Collectively, they told me that I was fucked. My GPA dropped too low, and they are kicking me out.
Fuck.
Weird how that happened after a couple of semesters I was sure about, but going back I realize that I failed four classes and didn't get one grade above a C in the last year. I don't know how that slipped my mind, but it seems to have done just that. I had completely forgotten my grades from last fall, and I thought I was doing well this spring. Alas, it's looking grim now. The plan at the moment is to go to the local university and beg them to take me so that I'm going somewhere closer to home. Maybe that'll get me out of the slump Mom is convinced I'm in. She thinks my grades are low because I don't enjoy where I am, which may be the problem. I'm not sure. I just know that I can't seem to focus on anything down there, so I've come to terms with the fact that I may have to go to my hometown's college.
Even though that's what I wanted to avoid more than anything.
I have never believed in quitting, and that seems to be what I'm doing. I hate myself for giving up on my current college, but at the same time I wasn't giving it my all.
I need to talk about something happier...
Oh, how about this: all of my friends seem to have gotten jobs outside of my hometown this summer so I'll be sitting on my ass doing nothing with no one knowing that next fall I won't be going back to school.
FUCK!
Excuse my language, I'm just a little on-edge about this. I'm going to the college tomorrow to see if they'll take me up here. Wish me luck, my nonexistant readers!
JOD GOMHRTD STR OM RBRTUYJOMH
Then again, it doesn't seem like it's been that long since I've updated this. Most of the last week or so has been a bit of a blur. On Tuesday, I celebrated my 21st by discovering my drink limits. Other than that, I've applied for four jobs and have heard back from zero, so this summer was looking about as lazy as last summer.
Until, that is, today. I got two letters in the mail from my college. Collectively, they told me that I was fucked. My GPA dropped too low, and they are kicking me out.
Fuck.
Weird how that happened after a couple of semesters I was sure about, but going back I realize that I failed four classes and didn't get one grade above a C in the last year. I don't know how that slipped my mind, but it seems to have done just that. I had completely forgotten my grades from last fall, and I thought I was doing well this spring. Alas, it's looking grim now. The plan at the moment is to go to the local university and beg them to take me so that I'm going somewhere closer to home. Maybe that'll get me out of the slump Mom is convinced I'm in. She thinks my grades are low because I don't enjoy where I am, which may be the problem. I'm not sure. I just know that I can't seem to focus on anything down there, so I've come to terms with the fact that I may have to go to my hometown's college.
Even though that's what I wanted to avoid more than anything.
I have never believed in quitting, and that seems to be what I'm doing. I hate myself for giving up on my current college, but at the same time I wasn't giving it my all.
I need to talk about something happier...
Oh, how about this: all of my friends seem to have gotten jobs outside of my hometown this summer so I'll be sitting on my ass doing nothing with no one knowing that next fall I won't be going back to school.
FUCK!
Excuse my language, I'm just a little on-edge about this. I'm going to the college tomorrow to see if they'll take me up here. Wish me luck, my nonexistant readers!
JOD GOMHRTD STR OM RBRTUYJOMH
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Homecomings and Jobhuntings
Well, it has been a while. I suppose I would apologize to my readers, but it seems that I only ever get three page views per day, and the're all from Russia. It's like they're spying on me. I'm totally not paranoid, by the way.
So quite a bit has happened in the last week-ish since I've posted here. I finished all of my finals, packed up, bid farewell to my roommate, and set off on the car ride home for the summer. It's always nice having some time off, but my mother seems very insistant that I get a job this summer. I guess she has a point, what with me only having one job in my entire life. And that job hardly counts as a job -- it only lasted for one month. I worked at an awful call center where I administered phone surveys dealing with customer satisfaction with certain companies (and I actually can't talk about it due to confidentiality statement stuff they made me sign). Worst job ever (although shoveling crap might top it). I got fed up with people chewing me out for calling at inconvenient times, working long hours with no breaks, and the horrible management of the call center. In the end, I feared that I would end up losing my sanity or my soul for working there, so I gave up quickly. Of course, I was also the first of a stream of my high school friends that basically became the work force of the call center over that summer, so I was suddenly on the outside... until all of them started quitting too. Only one of my friends stayed there for longer than that summer. He worked there until the center shut down (without telling him, so he still went to work the next morning) Christmas after last.
Anyway, that was quite the tangent. I was talking about getting a job this summer. I'm all for it, but the actual application process is what I don't look forward to. I hate talking to people, even if it's just to ask them for an application. Plus getting a job interferes with my plans to be lazy and relax all summer. Then again, I did rack up two hundred hours playing Pokemon last summer. That's something that any twenty-year-old would be pretty ashamed to say, but since I remain unknown to the world, I'm fine with saying it.
Anyway, I'll try to keep updating regularly.
So quite a bit has happened in the last week-ish since I've posted here. I finished all of my finals, packed up, bid farewell to my roommate, and set off on the car ride home for the summer. It's always nice having some time off, but my mother seems very insistant that I get a job this summer. I guess she has a point, what with me only having one job in my entire life. And that job hardly counts as a job -- it only lasted for one month. I worked at an awful call center where I administered phone surveys dealing with customer satisfaction with certain companies (and I actually can't talk about it due to confidentiality statement stuff they made me sign). Worst job ever (although shoveling crap might top it). I got fed up with people chewing me out for calling at inconvenient times, working long hours with no breaks, and the horrible management of the call center. In the end, I feared that I would end up losing my sanity or my soul for working there, so I gave up quickly. Of course, I was also the first of a stream of my high school friends that basically became the work force of the call center over that summer, so I was suddenly on the outside... until all of them started quitting too. Only one of my friends stayed there for longer than that summer. He worked there until the center shut down (without telling him, so he still went to work the next morning) Christmas after last.
Anyway, that was quite the tangent. I was talking about getting a job this summer. I'm all for it, but the actual application process is what I don't look forward to. I hate talking to people, even if it's just to ask them for an application. Plus getting a job interferes with my plans to be lazy and relax all summer. Then again, I did rack up two hundred hours playing Pokemon last summer. That's something that any twenty-year-old would be pretty ashamed to say, but since I remain unknown to the world, I'm fine with saying it.
Anyway, I'll try to keep updating regularly.
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