Fer Sher Fer Sher

So here I am. Sitting in class. It's beautiful outside. Getting chilly as the sun goes down. it's absolutely gorgeous. It'd be nice to have my sweatshirt. but i lost it. that is crap. i seriously lost it, i think i left it at school somewhere, if i find someone who's wearing it i'll kill them, but whatever. 

So I'm sitting in leadership class. It's one of those things. I have to sit here. it's required. it's also very lame. 

Today the neighbors got their tree chopped down. Which is good because parts of it fell on our house a couple times, so it's nice to have it gone. But it's sad it had to die. 

Ever notice how some people look like real cartoons. you look at them and think...those are just some odd features, a little characaturist. it's interesting.

We had a senior sunday last night. it was fun. i have a sweat idea for the next one. we'll see if it gets passed. 

I told myself it would be fun to play guitar today. I promptly went home and fell asleep. No guitar.

that's pretty much it.

Video Games and Losing my Religion

Alright, so Bob has this stupid game called "dead rising" and the game is so so dumb. All you do is run around and kill zombies in a shopping mall, there's numerous people to try and save, pictures to take and mysteries to solve. However, when the people you're trying to save have the brain power of a fuzzy jar of mayonnaise, it makes it exceedingly impossible for you to drag and cajole them all across the map to the only safe room in the game.

These people do stupid stupid things, like when you break out a million windows and walk (not jump, not crawl...walk) out of them, and tell the people to follow, no matter what they go to the sliding motion activated door. Which their motion does not open. You have to do it for them. But, they are too slow to go through the door before it closes. So...you have to do all sorts of things to finally get these people out, then once you get them out you have millions of zombies to kill and 3 insane convicts in a truck w/ a gatling gun who are trying to kill you. I have played this scenario no less than 50 times, and I cannot A: save any of the three I am supposed to save or B: Save myself.

This leads me to my next problem. The word Fuck. Now this is a bad word. If you have ever watched the Christmas Story (who hasn't it's on 24 hours on christmas day) it's the "Grandaddy of all curse words, F dash dash dash!" This word is screamed, exploded and growled a minimum of 9 times per session. I have never been so pissed at something so dumb in my entire life. I have screamed so many obscenities, foul names and gibberish curses that by the end of it, my face was hot and I was seeing stars. literally. 

I have vowed to not play this game any more. it's not worth it. I like breathing, and when you are screaming as loud as I do at this stupid thing, it's something i can't do. it's so dang frustrating. However, both roommates, certain small group members and a specific mike otto thinks it's the funniest thing they've ever seen and beg me to play it daily just to see my reaction. which, after 5 minutes, becomes increasingly ridiculous.

Also, my new goal for this semester is to corrupt Michael Otto. he doesn't know this yet. But he's too innocent. Quite frankly it's annoying. So otto...watch out, cause here comes the thunder. i'm gonna have him say piss or something. stretch his horizons.

Also, sorry i used "bad" language in this post. it's used as a literary tool to have you understand the brevity of the situation.

I'm Billy Moore and I Approve this Message

It's late

It's late, I just made this thing. Don't worry I have like an hour and a half before lunch tomorrow to make it better. Which i will do. I'm tired, have to be at class at 8:00 tomorrow morning and i haven't even printed out my paper yet. what a lazy person. Oh well. back tomorrow, not that any one will read this.