Before I begin my minor ranting I must say that I am having a delightful break so far. Drafting and Buffy were uber fun (though Razia yet again slipped through my fingers - stupid bitch), and I stayed in bed until 4:20pm today which is as it should be. E. Kan even brought me brunch in bed ( Read more... )

I spent the last 4.5 hours working on the damn postlab, and it still isn't done.
I want to cry. No, I just want to go back home.

FFVII's Chocobo Hot or Cold is seriously the most addicting minigame known to man. I could play it for hours (and probably have in the past). It is more exciting than FFVII's chocobo racing, less tedious and more useful than FFVIII's 'find the stupid baby chocobos', and less complicated than FFX's chocobo breeding. Unfortunately my damn lab report ( Read more... )

Mmmm, being home is good, though not conducive to working. A late morning start followed by some yummy reheated homemade lasagna. An afternoon playing some final fantasy IX; a fun game and some BEAUTIFUL cut scenes. Another cannoli. Mom stopped by to say hi to me and the dog between her classes and her meeting. Me and mimi took a nap in the ( Read more... )

I'm home! *Does a dance* Home ( Read more... )

The War God is angry. It would appear that these artifacts of power are proving harder to find. From dawn to dusk he drives us across the land in search of them. The past two days have been a blur of battles, as the War God is intent on destroying all enemies that block his path. The endless fighting has taken a toll on our numbers though; what is ( Read more... )

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Today I saw battle, and I pray I never see it again. The memories of this day are blurred, slurred together in color and motion, but the emotions are there in sharp relief. Fear predominates above all others; my life began with fear, pained confusion at being suddenly wrenched from the warm earth, a bulbous face leering into my eyes before tossing ( Read more... )

After 23 days toiling on an inhospitible planet I have finally completed my spaceship. As the armada carted off my lost wealth from the decaying corpse of Emperor Beelzebub I looked over my minions with a strong sense of satisfaction. Here before me stood an army unrivaled in power. Their sheer numbers and strength were matched only by their ( Read more... )

One of the things I'm looking forward to when I leave Swat is a decrease in my constant guilt level. I didn't work last night; and the night before I went to bed early because I was tired. While I can consciously acknowledge that these crimes are probably not worthy of capital punishment, I am still filled with a strong sense of guilt that won't go ( Read more... )