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I've come to a couple realizations today (or yesterday since its like 3am now): I am only inspired to write in this blog when faced with an uglier writing task.
this doesn't come to a shock to anyone who's had to write a report, but has better things to do. Like breathing. sex. Trombone playing. Splicing pineapples. Etc. In my case: Its the temptation of all the cool programs on my computer; I mean lets face it: MS Word 2007 isn't too exciting. not when there's Left 4 Dead or Starcraft to be had. But no, instead of enjoying life, I have to to spend 4 hours a week, in a row, wordsmithing it up writing a lab report. everyweek. Some weeks even have a bonus round of english work to be had. that one is always fun since while I have an above-average literacy score (all spelling mishaps are officially blamed on my spectre): English teachers can ALWAYS find something wrong with your work even if its that you have a Date a centimetre off to one side, or they pronounce potatoe as "poh-ta-toe", which could really screw up any haikus I have planned involving the old land apples. Realization #2
You only need 6 hours of sleep every OTHER day to function. I know this Firsthand because Realization #3
My House sucks in every concievable manner, I was told "to quit school and go find a real job"
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Thanks for the vote of f***ing confidence
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This inspired what is formally known as a "ragequit" which entails a series of actions in the manner of "F- this, yo" followed by a stampede out the door.
I mean I know the field I'm Going into doesn't have any tried and true reliability like good old log farming, Traffic Policing, or writing sexual haikus about potatoes, but can't people at least pretend its a good idea, and then then yell out "I told you so" in 3 years from a corporate jet?
Apparently not, so here I am at my GF's house at 3am with my one lab done and another one that ahs no chance of getting done within the next few hours. The only thing I ahve going for me is that this one has a 10%per day deduction penalty as opposed to the "0-tolerance late policy" implemented by my Alt-energy class, in which any project not handed in before the end of the day is greeted with slammed doors and broken dreams. This situation is made worse by the fact the chance of sleep in excess of 2 hours is is about 7%. luckily we're doing trig in my first class tomorrow, which i learned 6 years ago (maybe 7) and I still know how to do it so thats a +1 hour. and 2 hours at a break (maybe 3). Curiously enough I'm not that nervous about my current position (having just ragedquit my house) since I can just blame it on being an angsty teenager needing his space or some other generic crap like that. Worst case scenario is the boot anyway, which I admit wouldn't be that bad, I daresay it might even be a good thing. striking out on my own...I didn't plan on doing that for anpother year at least, but "neccesecity is the mother of inspiration" as the say. or "Static friction is higher than Kinetic friction" both metaphors mean the same thing for this. phantasy star zero launched yesterday, possibly today for the rest of the world. Its actually pretty good. like, totally worth buying good. I've played an entire 2 hours, and it feels like its going to be short. but hey; its a DS game that doesn't suck. 3.50am is the exact time. Im probably going to waste the next 3 hours on it. actually. I'll try that sleep things for a few min. Updates on the success of that to follow.
[EDIT] Failure in teh sleep reguard, resorted back to PSzero until battery died. Kind of displeasing how my portable cannot operate more than 1.5 hours away from a plug in. Current Location: GF's kitchen table
Current Music: cat
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its 2.30am right now and im supposed to be working on an english report assignment (english got spellchecked as being improperly spelled) (and spellchecked) damn this raging wordsmithery error flagger. I can't focus right now. So im putting radnom musing into this live journal space. namely like how i have deoderant on my desk called ocean surf and i realize that i don't really want my armpits smelling like the rejects of ocean currents, spilled onto our precious land in the form of foam. ideally Im going to get all ADD like wierdness out in here so that i don't talk about ocean surf in a report. somethign about that seem like a bad idea. Space marines are awesome. this si something everyone in know knows. the 40k style space marines. each one is like a vin diesel on steroids, trapped inside tank armour which also happens to boost punch power by 300%. also they have 3 lungs. After the collossal failure of halloween where I went what was politely known as the "Dude with teh Big Sword i feel inspired to make a cosutme put together in the time period of more than 1 hour. also space marine armour is good for parties. and anime north. and movies. and pickin up chicks. I got owned by a triangle today. Ijm kind of sad. I found a new webcomic  I ahve music playing. It has dogs in the background barking. possibly ones covered in ocean surf. Advance Wars: Days Of Ruin is actually a pretty good game. At first I hated it because of how -different- it was from the normal series but i think it was meant to be a bastard child of inspiration, a playground as it were to test out new ideas before sullying the main series. Anti-tanks are still the most hax seen since Kanbei's gold plated everything but everything else is good. Naval combat got a massive upgrade between allowing battleships to move and fire and carriers producing air units rather than just housing them. Stealths should have stayed in though, since there are so many new ways to deal with them (and air in general) I am in possession of almond paste. It tastes like Christmas. Laptop touchpads are wierd. they vary on every laptop, and some work better than others. I find mine works fairly well usually, but occasionally jacknifes my curser into an obscure corner.
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On the thirty-first day of the tenth month, the god emporer of mankind decreed that all families were to open their doors and hand out tidings to his children's children. In his honour, His children's children paid homage to the god emporer and his kindness by dressing up in costumes meant to appease -His- tastes. Generations later the tradition has fallen to the murks of an orc slop bucket; no longer is it -His- name that is honoured; but instead those of the false kings. Greater tragedy still is that the tradition itself barely exists; held up only by the old ones that rightly refuse to give in. This is Anarchy. Sinners shall not go unpunished, and it is by my hand, in his name and armour that judgement shall fall.
We Are the Space Marines. We are returning.
Tags: hallowed tradition, halloween, space marine
Current Location: Drop Pod #54
Current Music: Borderlands
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So Like, its been 2 months since ive posted something here. ok not quite. by the time someone reads this though it will have been 3 months which is close enough in my opinion. What have you been doing with your life? actually I don't really care. this is my blog. not a forum to discuss petty things like human feelings. or babies. god help you all if i find babies running rampant all over this blog. for there will be response on the nuclear level.
My life however? totally exciting. Im in school. College even. Im going to be an energy engineer. Damned if I know what that actually means in this day and age though. Do I get to re-engineer atoms to make a superior electrons? Atomic theory says no Since I Don't have a scalpel on the measure of nuclear level. Apparently college isn't supplied with that sort of thing. Damnit, what did I pay 2k for?
Apparently to make diamonds actually. Seriously. I know how to make diamonds. And its actually not that good of an idea because over time the stop being diamonds and revert back into lame old carbon. Just think of how pissed your wife would be if you give her a handmade diamond only to have it turn back into carbon in 200million years. Not even worth the time to make it really.
Right now though; I'm writing an "informal Report" on a "prospective employer" translating to "should you work minimum wage for Company X goons?" I Decided I wanted to work for Australian X goons though Upon which I run into a crisis: they don't have a job search network, and no website updates enough for them to post what they're looking for; so they outsource everything ever to 3 or 4 companies that are about as effective the walmart valet parking. in that it isn't. I attempt to look for an "renewable energy" based job, only to be confronted with an application page. K, cool. im from canada; email goes here...la dee da. ....alas they don't accept my phone number. maybe its because im from the other side the world. snap. Also, no one beleives in resume's over there. Its all about the CV's.
What are CV's? go wikipedia it. do it yet? no? then do so. Im sick of your lazy pile ass shenagins. how about now? are you sure? are you lieing to me? Ha! like I believe you. But, I have no interest in playing out imitation 4th wall breaking website gimmicks anylonger. You've seen them enough times too.
Everyonce in a while though I do something that isn't school related. Namely this weekend I was given a free trial for a game. a Zombie hunting game even. it made me happy. The trial part of it is over now though, but they let me keep the game. part of it anyway they took all my progress away and just left me with zombie hunting. for eternity. until i pay 20$ to get my progress back. I wonder If you can buy other metaphorical concepts back? How much does replacing virginity go for?
The Game is Killing Floor by the way and its totally awesome. With my ranting done I return to my english assignment. Thats right, I took time out of english work to write this out. Im kind of surprised too with all the rage the spell check has been going through.
[THIS JUST IN] Cancel the above part where I say i still had the important half of the game. they took that back too. douchebags making me pay for their hardworked programming. Tags: alternative, australia, energy, zombie
Current Location: not australia
Current Mood:  giggly
Current Music: the thrill of silence
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Tomorrow anyways. Tonight is that last night where I'm going to be sick. Or rather, this is my last rest day. Good riddance small cube based sleeping quarters turned prison, no more shall I spend an entire day in quarantine. Today though I spent most of My Day playing Fallout 3. aka :Fallivion. I have fun enough playing these sorts of games, buts its just too easy to get distracted. Why go find your mysterious past encased father when you can explore a decrepitated subway system? The Answer is that you give your old man the finger and hope you find a laser rifle in said zombie filled dungeonlike transportational caverns. Also I -may- have nuclear bombed a town; so he might not be pleased with me. I embark on a subway riddled journey, after of course pissing off the entire collection of people involved in my life as a child, and I mean all of them. even my pet cockroach. My primary assets are my fists and my explicit knowledge of rocketlaunchers. I can fix, build, fire, swindle and just about do anything with a rocketlauncher. I am launcher professional; the wastes shall know my name as "He who fistfights Rockets" 5 hours later I've decapitated 162 creatures and fired only 120 shots with small arms. no rocket launcher yet. I am literally knocking their blocks off. How this is possible seeing as how half of my enemies have been the "Thing" of fantastic 4 impersonators, i.e. twice my size, I'm not sure. Its Obviously the work of my SPIKED KNUCKLE GUANTLETS; the preferred weapon of the ROCKETFISH. Natural 20's GO!!
Tags: decapitations, fallout 3, rocketfish, spiked guantlets, thing
Current Location: still quarantine room
Current Music: crickets
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Originally, I wanted my first (real) blog to be about something else. Possibly Videogame related or a reflection on life, and just gennerally something a little more exciting. Then I got the Dreaded H Virus which has been responsible for all of like 250 deaths. Don't get me wrong, 250 is a big enough number to be concerned about... but there are a lot worse things out there. like mostly anything. So what if its unstoppable and already in every corner of earth already. Its not actually that bad. Seriously its not. I'm on like day 4 now and im pissed off at it more than anything. Symptoms are cough, sore throat, fatigue, Chest Bursters, and of course being a public hazard. And getting funny looks. The Fatigue part is the worst of it all, not being able to lift things and jazz. though beng locked in my room really sucks too. So I've occupied my time with my good old PS3 and finally finishing games that I've been meaning to do. first on the list was Army of 2. In short, more promising than fulfilling. so many concepts that weren't polished enough. Looking forward to sequel. I might do fallout 3 or merceneries 2 later tonight. or tomorrow. Now I know you didn't come all the way over here to read up on my adventures in swine land and how I'm slowly waging holy warfare on creatures a micron big, but honestly its all I've really had to do lately. Sleep, game, and whine flu. Damn the Orcs Seriously though, future posts will be more exciting. Tags: army, h1n1, ps3, survivor, swine flu, videogame
Current Location: quarenteen room
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