i will not start playing ArchLord again.
i will not start playing ArchLord again. i will not start playing ArchLord again. i will not start playing ArchLord again. i will not… who the fuck am i kidding? downloading it again this weekend or next week.
my legs hurt. :(
fencing was boring tonight. some asian chick and her friend pissed me off because they wouldn’t stop talking while Maitre was talking. it’s like, geez, if you’re not here to learn, why the fuck are you here?
leaving for fencing in 20 minutes!
signing up and then officially being a fencer, not just someone who’s trying out. fuck yes. also, fuck anxiety attacks.
dreamed about Benedict Cumberbatch last night.
apparently he and i went to the same high school (in my dream), and then later we were solving a mystery together (with him playing himself, not Sherlock). got on wikipedia and looked him up, turns out he and i have the same birthday. NEAT!
someone please ban me from the nanowrimo tag.
as in, keep me from looking at it because everybody elses’ plots sound so damn good and it makes me depressed because I DON’T HAVE A FUCKING PLOT.
he's a wooden pirate.
and just that. no back story about a witch cursing him, no gentle old man carving him and him wanting to be a real boy, no long awaited true love. just a fucking wooden pirate.
enrolling in uni tomorrow.
then signing up for fencing on thursday. w00t.
THE MINTY FRESHNESS. IT BURNS.
Rasputin, by all historical accounts, was overtly full of shit.– true story, bro.
You see, Australia had wheat quotas at the time and Hutt River (the province...– Australians. they’re fucking serious about wheat.
Quentin has severe OCD, just like me.
Oblivion boasted one of the largest landmasses in console gaming, yet it...– apparently gamers really don’t go outside. next they’ll be wanting us to raze national parks and build cities, because IRL there’s “too much filler space”.
I fail to see the recreational value of this medication. I did once take more...– some guy talking about Zopiclone on a drug forum
Zopiclone induces amnesia type memory impairments similar to triazolam and...– so… pretty much my doctor gave me roofies?
please please PLEASE buy tickets for the Smashing Pumpkins concert in november. i’ll love you forever (even more than i do/will already). i’ll give you all the oral you want. PLEASE. love, your wife
me: apparently if you eat meat, your farts smell worse
Luke: fuck not eating meat
me: i know, right
me: animals are fucking delicious
Luke: well yeah, I'm an omnivore by fucking genetics, by my classification of genus. I will eat as much fucking meat as I fucking well choose to.
Luke: stupid fucking celery-munchers
How other girls sit in class...
randomstupidchaos: How I sit: Elegance is what I’m best at. Truth. also GPOY.
so i think my main character for NaNoWriMo is...
also my psychologist wants me to read parts of my story/novel/book/whatever during my two sessions in November. :3
UGH SKYRIM WHY AREN'T YOU OUT ALREADY
GEEZ. *runs off to be a badass in Solstheim*
one day i’ll learn how not to be moody like a pregnant woman– the Italian
me: and i said, if i'm going to talk about video games with people, i want them to think the same
me: and i said, well i talk to my friends online about video games
me: and he was like "yeah, but your interests are still kept in the dark, really. since you're not talking about them with people you can physically interact with"
me: and i'm like, fuck that shit
me: so i kicked over his wastebasket and knocked over the coatrack and walked out
Luke: and someone is using the bathroom.
me: is it the cat?
me: there is a cat that lives in your house, right
Luke: there is a cat.
Luke: but it isn't using the bathroom.
me: HOW DO YOU KNOW
Luke: Because it can't use sliding doors or light switches.
me: how do you know?
Luke: I JUST DO! IT HAS NO THUMBS OR ANY QUALITATIVE INTELLIGENCE!
me: YOUR MUM HAS NO THUMBS OR ANY QUALITATIVE INTELLIGENCE
Luke: YOUR BUM HAS NO THUMBS OR ANY QUALITATIVE INTELLIGENCE!
me: I KNOW, RIGHT!
me: Pro Evolution Soccer or some shit like that
Luke: Oh :\
Luke: ...are there dragons in it?
me: which is why it's bullshit
Luke: can you carry a sword?
Luke: can you throw fireballs?
Luke: why is he even playing it?
me: I KNOW RIGHT
Much has been made of Oblivion’s “radiant A.I.” system. This...– Oblivion, i love you. so. freaking. much.
receiving oral while playing Skyrim and smoking a clove. highly unlikely to happen, but one can hope…