Post 10

A lot of things have happened since my model kit hijinx. Now they're sitting on the shelf doing nothing because I got a Nintendo DS and am spamming Pokemon Pearl, Mario Kart, the two Taiko no Tatsujin titles available for the DS as well as Castlevanias Dawn of Sorrow and Order of Ecclesia. The key to thrashing stuff in Ecclesia appears to be spamming rapier glyphs. Mmm, rapier glyphs. If you spam good enough, it looks like Hokuto Shinken (i.e. ATATATATATATATATATATA). And then there's Super Robot Wars W, which I play when I need some Super Roboty act-shun. BROKEN! MAGNAMU!!!

Interestingly enough, the boss Zephyr in Dawn of Sorrow is a reference to a beloved character from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. ZA WARUDO!!! TOKI WO TOMARE!!! -throws knives- TOKI WO UGOKIDASU!!! PAIN!!!! OwOofUghGahDo'ohGackUff

No WRRRRRYYYYYYYY though. :P

And I've stopped my "internship" at this company that sells water. It sucked. Sure the pay is decent, but the hours are long, and then once I got taken off my data entry job to be shoved into receptionist, it sucked. I have zero people skills and I'm horrible at multi-tasking. Add on some laziness and voila! Disaster zone. Rrrrgh. I got about over a thousand out of it, but some of it went to my Nintendo DS and my mom took the rest and left me with a coupla hundred. Ewww. Still, I don't have much to buy. Hooray flashcart.

And now on to moar serious stuffs.

Again recently, a...for a lack of a better word, friend of mine came to me, rather distraught about a supposedly evil thought in his/her/its life, and asked me for advice. Erm... you just asked a nutcase for advice. So I just threw the possibilities around, up to and including smashing your head against the wall, having a gaming marathon, and doing gymnastics/becoming a contortionist. Naturally said entity wasn't too thrilled about those. Then after that I got curious about just what my friend was so distraught about, and then I suggested that he/she/it should speak to a friend. A close friend. I backed it up by saying that I confided in PE2K members halfway across the world (half-true, one of the guys I talk to regularly is some kiddo that lives in the same country as me). He/she/it was all "But my close friends would own me if I tells them" so I told the entity to confide in soft toys, and then praying that he/she/it would reject that suggestion and decide to tell me instead.

God answered my prayer, and I kinda feel bad about it, because I just manipulated someone into telling me their dirty little secret without them really knowing about it. It's like, suggestive manipulation. When I was told I was on cloud nine. Now I have nothing much other than guilt. On the upside, I can really call this entity "friend" now. Meh.

And camp. Oh my god camp was screwed up. The second song for the mass dance caused me to WRITHE IN AGONY INSIDE ME. When they were spamming the mass dance, I was standing there and resisting the urge to claw my insides out. AWW GAWD. Then there was assorted faggotry while we were having a treasure hunt on the beach. I started shovelling sand backwards and this bunch of dudes started digging behind me and yelled for me to stop flinging sand back. Fine. Turn around and continue. Then these other dudes come outta nowhere and complain about the sand too, and I get totally pissed off because I'm sleepy and I'm roasting alive in the sun and I cuss loudly at the guy. Then the other bunch I bothered before are all "STFU" and I respond with something a lot less vulgar than "Just GTFO of my way and lemme do my job" and I got yelled at by the peeps in charge and was hauled to another spot to dig. I guess I was the biggest faggot there at the moment, but still.

Then there was the game section during the "campfire" segment. I thought it would be some PG game when I volunteered to play. Turns out that the games are suggestive enough to warrant a PG-13, if not a PG-15 rating. One male and one female participant from each group. Basically the game was that the guy sits in the chair with a balloon on his lap and the girl sits on his lap to burst it. The first thing that went through my mind when they told us the game was "IT'S A TRAP!!!111" Worse, the girl I like is sitting right in front of where we have to do this. Three rows behind front row, but still. I just focused on bursting the balloons. Good thing the EmCee told all the guys to keep the balloons between their knees to make it easier to pop and obviously to keep it below R. My pair got first mostly due to me being a cheaterbug and using my ass-long fingernails (half a centimetre long, fer gawd's sake) to pop the balloons when the girl sits down. On the last balloon, I got so excited I popped the balloon before the girl sat. There was a lot of angry shouts from the audience, then I quickly grabbed another balloon and got ready. Whew, that quick thinking sealed my group's victory, especially when the EmCees were nice enough to shave a second off for the time we were stunned for. Yes, victory is victory, and it is sweet even if I was a cheating arse and was breaking the balloons with my nails, but I can't shake off the feeling of being violated by that game. I wonder what the girl I like thinks about this. Does she think I've given up on her? Please don't let that be the case...

That game and that song totally ruined my camp. Sigh. I just couldn't work up enough energy to steamroller the camp, and I was feeling shitty after like, day 1 already, by the last day I was all gone. Meeeh. The only good thing that came out of it was that I am now known as Pikachu. Ah, just like old times.

I have begun to worry for others. During the camp, before an event, I couldn't see the girl I liked anywhere at all, and I totally freaked out and messaged her to respond with her location if she's still okay/alive. I found her later anyway, and through an accident while we were moving, she caught sight of me, so I guess she already knows there's no need to respond. She's ignoring me a lot more now though. Meh. She doesn't even respond when I wave to her now. ;_; Pfft.

Well, I'm all tuckered out after that camp, so I shall venture into dreamland. G'night all.

...Yes, today was the last day of that camp.