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I do believe that my eyes are bleeding, so to speak.
The Puralator truck stopped by my house at the ungodly hour of 6 am, which is like, only four hours after I go to bed when I'm lucky enough to not be working. My family is away on some contrived vacationary family get together and since vacations and me are a potential risk for death (ie: I only get on airplanes when I have 100% assurance that the weather will be clear skies both ways, otherwise I typically assume the stance that my bad luck will kick in and I'll die), I decided to stay behind, which leaves me in the unfortunate position of having to feed the family cats (two of them, and I swear they eat more than anything ever created) and answer the door when wayward delivery men stop by telling me the Chinese food I never ordered has now arrived. Of course this time the stop was at the right location, as the package held in the delivery man's arms was in fact, addressed to me.
Turns out it was all my Tankoubon that I ordered from Japan. (Tankoubon = Japanese Manga Graphic Novels) Being the secret nerd that I am, I threw off all foolish notions of sleep, and quickly alighted to my living room, eager to divulge in the newest arrivals.
The problem being is that it is now super-crazily close to winter here in Edmonton (the temperature is in the minuses as I type this! its freezing!) so it gets dark much earlier than I'm used to. Of course the light does fade at such a small pace that I failed to notice until reading the tankoubons became impossible. I would have liked to see my expression as I glanced up and saw the moon outside. Time flies when your embracing your inner nerd/otaku side.
The problem is that I strained my eyes so damn much trying to read the kanji in those things (or in most cases the small hiragana next to them....I can't read kanji worth a damn) that they now burn with feverish delight.
That's the last time I ever do that again.
I'm still working on Chapter 23, which is still in the earliest of stages. I can say that the first scene does depict two certain individuals we did not see last Chapter, and I will also say that certain scene just might involve some secret plotting by a certain character with certain intentions.
Also, I have absolutely nothing to play game-wise. I've finished both Phoenix Wright and Trauma Center for the DS, and I've fiddled with Metroid Pinball and its noisy rumble add-on. I despise anything GTA related so the PSP remains the paper-weight it has been for the past six months. Right now I'm trying to hold myself off from buying Fire Emblem for the Cube, because I know I'll play it in the same fashion as the protable versions, only slower. Especially if I neglect to finish it by the time November 22nd rolls around. It could be months before I finish it, and I couldn't let it sit there and gather dust like that. So I figure I can wait awhile, and pick it up in the bargain bins where all Cube games wind up in eventually.
I suppose I could go try and hunt down Shadow of the Colossus, but the PS2 is out of commission currently. In fact, it's not even in this house, which is preplexing because I can't recall ever sending it somewhere. I suppose I'll have to deviously steal some unfortuate soul's console soon, pretending to visit them with promises of Halloween treats, and instead I'll trick them and swipe their pride and joy!
Its depressing when you reach an age where you can't go trick or treating. Instead once you reach this disgusting age where I am, you have to go to parties and watch people drink and be stupid. I tell ya, messing around with some friends dressed up like idiots while trying to assure people your actually just tall for your age and getting candy and stuff is a hundred times more fun than "boozing" it up with people you don't like.
Why am I so old? I'm mentally around 12 years old, I swear it. I watch cartoons and think girls are icky!
In one year I'll be 20 years old. Do you have any idea how scary that is? I'm an adult! I don't want to become like all those 20 year olds, concerned with their careers and junk. I'm more interested in having stupid adolescent fun.
*sigh* It's true what they say. Once you find out Santa isn't real, its all downhill from there.
[Edited on 10/29/2005]