Spike TV's Video Game Awards

What a load of crap. First of all, who the hell were all those people in the audience? It looks like they just hired a bunch of college chicks who have never played a game in their life to sit there and cheer. I mean what kind of gamer gets excited about Vin Diesel? Riddick was a good game but seriously. Kiefer Sutherland was there. At first I was interested, but it turns out he was just there to promote 24: The Game. That is when I saw Spike's VGAs for what they were: a shameless way to make money. For God's sake, 50 Cent's Bullet Proof was nominate for any category it could have been. Who the fuck thinks Bullet Proof is a good game? King Kong was nominated everywhere as well. It has received mediocre reviews but not award worthy ones. I stopped watching after about an hour so I have no idea who won much, not that it truly matters. Personally, I feel insulted. No self-respecting gamer should ever give Spike any credit from here on out, that is, if they ever did before. Celebrities and hot chicks is not what gaming is about. It is about people who want to create an amazing, entertaining, and fun experience and share it with people like them. It is about playing Halo for ten hours straight just to beat one level on Legendary and then playing it on easy with a friend and doing nothing but kill them. It is about the sense of accomplishment you feel when you kill Sephiroth or beat Ganon or perform a move so amazing in Ninja Gaiden that you have to put down the controller and think about what just took place. It is about playing a "fast game" of DotA that ends up lasting an hour and a half. And it is also about hot chicks. Wait. . .
Anyway, in conclusion, to sum up, and any other phrase for ending a rant, do not watch Spike's VGAs. It is a waste of time and a disgrace to the videogame industry.

Je ne comprende pas.

Them: You don't drink? Why not?
Me: Cause I don't want to.
Them: Why?
Me: It just doesn't appeal to me.
Them: Why not?
Me: *Sigh* Because I don't like the thought of not being in control of my actions.
Them: Huh?
Me: Umm... it tastes bad.
Them: Huh?
Me: Hey, look over there! *walks away*

Happy AIDS day everyone.

I'm still awake. 41 hours awake - 50 minutes asleep.

I slept from about 10:05 to 10:55 this morning after my French class. That's 50 minutes of sleep to 33 hours of awake.

I'm still awake. The paper is done... or its at least as done as its gonna get.

I'm still awake.

Its Back.

The internet works again. Go downlaod Firefox 1.5. Need to write paper. Bye.

OMG

The USC network sucks so it is a miracle that I am posting this. Of course, I have a research paper due Wednesday. I also have a group project due Wednesday and another due Thursday. 1 more week...

Blood

I gave blood today. Since I have type O, they asked me if I wanted to use the ALYX machine. It filters out red blood cells and then gives you the rest of your blood back. This way they are able to take twice as much blood as normal... is that a pony in my room? No, of course not. I must be a little woozy still. Its obviously a unicorn... I think I'm going to lie down now.

Its not pink. Its lightish red.

I spent almost all day today watching Red vs. Blue. I've known about it for a while but never took the time to watch it. I'm on episode 55 right now. I had one thing to do today, laundry, but I could not bring myself to do it. *Sigh*

Everybody's got a little Captain in them.

Haven't posted in a while becasue I couldn't get on google and a few other websites (including blogger, who is owned by google). Sorry for all you millions of people who read this everyday when you wake up and then again before you go to sleep. Anyway, I volunteered at Epworth's Children's Carnival. Epworth is a children's home, and they put on a small Halloween carnival each year. I helped at one of the games. Kids kept asking if I was a real pirate. I thought that it was obvious that I was. I also had some problems getting this picture on my computer. Here is what happened when I plugged my computer in.


Oh, well. All is well now. Time to read Dr. Faustus.

Feels so good.

The best feeling ever is realizing that a project you thought was due tomorrow is actually due in three days. Now, here is a picture of a bum in my French book.

The girl "works with the homeless."

Is it considered assisted suicide if you light somebody's cigarette?

Better than I thought.

I had a logic test on Tuesday that I thought I bombed. I made an 83. Whenever I think I did terrible on something I seem to do well but, unfortunately, vice-versa as well. This is the second test in Logic of two. Both are 25% of our grade. Made an 89 on the first. The final is 50%, and, whatever you make on it, you cannot make lower than that on your class average. I had a Theatre History and an English Drama midterm yesterday. Not sure how I did. I'd rather not think about it. No more midterms for this semester. I've got exit exams in French coming up. I have to prove I have "basic proficiency" in French. No worries there. Until next time, au revoir.

Ouch.

Is it possible to pull an ab muscle? I'm not sure how, but I think I did.

Help

On Monday, outside the building that I have my 9:05 A.M. French class, a girl had a seizure. It was right after class, and there was a small used-book sale outside. I had just bought Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and The Poems of Chaucer. I heard a person yell "Somebody call 911!" Through the miracle of cellphones, 3 or 4 people called. She ended up alright. Nothing too serious. Luckily the was a guy there whose girlfriend has a history of seizures and knew what to do. Also, we were right next to the Nursing building, and someone got a nurse professor from there.
I went over right after the guy yelled for help, but I wasn't needed. It got me thinking, though, that if I needed to, I probably wouldn't be able to help. I decided that I am going to find a first-aid class and get CPR certification (yes, I know CPR is not the correct response for a seizure) so that it would be legal for me to help. I think everyone else should do the same. If it had been something more serious, like a heart-attack, that person would have been in a lot of trouble. It took the paramedics a long while to arrive. I don't want to stand by helplessly next time something like that happens.

Polyphasic Sleep

This guy is experimenting with the Uberman sleep cycle, a sleep schedule in which you take 20-30 minute naps every four hours instead of one 8 hour or so sleep. He is blogging his progress. It is pretty interesting. I'm eager to know if it works or if he crashes.

Yes, master.

Video games officially own my life. I just bought Sid Meier's Pirates! It is one of the most enjoyable games that I have played in a long while. Ninja Gaiden was fun but very frustrating. This is pure, simple fun. The hours just disappear when playing it. The past couple of nights I have been up playing DotA on Warcraft III with my friends in Texas. I started a new game of Mario RPG on my modded Xbox. That is a quality game right there. I will probably fail my three midterms I have this week, but I don't really care anymore.

What's that? Yes, master. I am coming. Alright, gtg.

Running...

...is hard

It is done.

I beat Ninja Gaiden Black's main game last night. It was grueling and made me want to cry, but I did it. I celebrated by dressing up as a ninja. Now on to the mission mode.






P.S. Pirates are still cooler.

Uhh.. what?

I use my ipod everyday when walking to my classes. A few days ago I decided to give my ears a break. Big mistake. Besides providing music or podcasts to listen to, the ipod and my Sony earbuds block out most sound. That includes stupid people. Sometimes you hear something that you just cannot comprehend. I heard a girl say something along these lines:

"You know when there are two doors, and a bunch of people are coming out of one side, and someone stands there waiting for them to finish coming out instead of opening the other door? I hate that. They're lazy. That's why there are so many fat people."

Now, in general, I can detect sarcasm. I detected no sarcasm. Is it truly possible that this girl thought that opening a door will make you thin? No wonder I lost ten pounds last year. I must be opening too many doors.

No... more... cobbler...

Gibbes Court: the cafeteria in the dorm next to mine. They serve cobbler everyday. At first it was just peach and apple. People grew sick of just two flavors. They added cherry, and the peasants rejoiced. Recently they added raspberry (as shown). Apparently a different kind of desert is too crazy of an idea. Brownies? Cookies? Not with the meal plan. Want cake? Be prepared to pay extra. You'll eat cobbler and you'll like it.

I get it almost everyday. Sometimes twice a day. Everytime I go, I pray that they won't serve it. When I see it, though, I have to get it. I have no control. It's like crack. I see it. I eat it. Then, I curl up in a ball and cry.

The Beginning of the End

I started a blog. May God have mercy on my soul.