Well, it's been over a year since my last LiveJournal update. In celebration of the fact that this has finally eaten a small hole in my conscience, I have decided to retire this LiveJournal (in that dramatic OH MY GOD I'M LEAVING MY OLD LIVEJOURNAL BEHIND style) and open up a new one. This one will be at:secretempire.livejournal.com
You should friend me if you see fit.
Sayonara, LiveJournal. You shall stay forever in my memories, an archive of my triumphant youth.
As you may have guessed (if you even cared, that is), Andy is sans internet as of late. I'm borrowing Brad's borrowed internet in order to update this. I'm sitting with Brad and TJ reading Onion articles. They're drinking sake and we're probably going to play Wii or go to the Congress soon. Yes.
So I got a job. I work out on the old air force base doing CAD. It's pretty cool. I get to use sweet computers with huge monitors, and I get paid. My dreams!
Anyhoo, I'm gonna go now. Ttyl.
me: if i had a threesome with tilda swinton and hillary swank, would that make me gay?
justin: boys don't cry
me: that almost answers the question
justin: but you sure would once they ravage your ass with a strap-on the size of a plank of steel
me: that answers the question
2007 is here, and I haven't been writing nearly enough. This is mostly due to the fact that I spent the entirety of last week recuperating from a sinus infection while playing Xbox Live. Which means, naturally, that I did nothing worth blogging about. Unless you want to hear about me getting my ass handed to me in Gears of War.
The last couple of days have been pretty fun. Caleb swung back into town as a surprise when we all met at the Congress. We saw some French stuff. It was good. Tonight was, of course, New Year's Eve. I was almost too tired and depressed to leave the house (for various reasons), and there was a Charmed marathon on, which was further influence to stay home. But Paul called and managed to cheer me up with various words about a pants party which eventually led to me joining in some hot Wii action at the B&B residence. Eventually the party led to Kelly's, where there was card playing and kitties and Lisa and such. It was good as well.
Long gone is the year of 2006...my last year of college. It was a year of beauty and heartbreak, misadventures and long naps, summers and winters, and beginnings and endings. It was a decent year with a few tangents, both good and bad.
Let's ring in this new shit with gusto.
So apparently, at some point this past weekend, I graduated from college. It all passed by very quietly, with little fanfare. I suppose that could be due to my decisive and deliberate avoidance of the whole "walkin' with a cheesy robe and cap" nonsense. With such announcements come the inevitable questions like, "how do you feel?"
Well, scared. Scared...fucking...shitless.
For once, I have absolutely no clue what's next. Other than I slide on home, play some Xbox, and hope for the best in life. This is really, really frightening. I'm in the same place I was 5 and a half years ago when I came here...scared, alone, and unsure of anything. Eesh.
In any case...I have to pack. Lots of shit. But for now, I'm going to Perkin's with Jake. I need some Perkin's before I leave Houghton.
Because I'm stupid, I hit myself in the face yesterday. Flailing wildly, I accidently punched myself in the eyelid, leaving a pretty nasty red scratch over my right eye. It's sort of sore, too. What a nice beginning to the weekend.
I spent my Friday night watching Dane Cook, doing laundry, eating Sub-way, and playing through the first part of Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater
. I was thinking "man this day's been shitty," but now that I read what I've been doing, it wasn't all so bad. The Sub-way sandwich was probably the best sandwich I've ever had from a franchise sub shop. I seem to have discovered the recipe for sub perfection...and I'll give you a hint: it involves banana peppers and onions.
Snake Eater is a great game. It's all "ooh you gots to be sneaky" and I'm all "oh shit, I can't be sneaky when I gots guns!" Oddly enough, I've been relatively successful at rampaging through all the stealthy missions and just machine gunning the shit out of the neverending masses of Commies. So much for tactical espionage action. The theme song is the greatest thing ever, by the way...sadly, it took me about 3 hours to get to the freakin' introduction
. I love you, Hideo Kojima
<-- by the way, that's Hideo Kojima.
I'm stuck writing a bevy of shit tomorrow, part of which I was going to do today but decided against in favor of my senioritis. So here I am, awaiting my laundry's completion and soon to be getting ready for bed. Tomorrow I'll wrap up that shitty section of my final paper for Policy and possibly complete the Wii report. Maybe I'll even get around to some of the other shit. Bleechhh...what ever happened to weekends being weekends
Snake? Snake?! SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!!!
- I hear:Snake Eater theme song
Does anybody remember the wonderful social networking features available for video gamers at 1up.com
? I know I had nearly forgotten about them. They are filled with awesome, and everybody should check them out.
Yesterday was sort of a bust. After sleeping in a spectacularly irregular fashion, we got most of our textbook presentation project done...I finished the slide show and took off. Surprisingly, Chris was in town today, which I discovered when I stopped by Justin's whilst somewhat jokingly carrying a pizza. We all joked a bit about the glory that is Final Fantasy XII and had good times. And then I slept for a really long time.
Nelly Furtado is fucking great. This is ridiculous. Let's dance, bitches.
I think I'm just going to veg out all day today. I'll take a few naps, eat some food, just completely relax. That 30-something page paper pretty much took every last bit of concentration and energy out of my existence. Luckily the semester (NOT TO MENTION COLLEGE) is almost over.
I'm going to spend the first month back home playing XBox 360. I say a month because that's how long the XBox Live free trial is. And I'm going to play the shit
out of that free trial, dammit. And then I need to get a job... ;)
- I feel:VAMPIRIC apparently
- I hear:Nelly Furtado - Maneater
"Lips of an Angel" by Hinder is the worst song ever written by any human being on this planet. It is so awful, that it literally defines the bottom of the barrel of human creativity. What makes this all the worse is that it's a hit single, especially on the ringtone circuit. If this is Hinder's hit single, imagine the ferocity of mundane that the inevitable fifteen tracks of filler represent.
Someone should invent a device to make anyone who has ever heard, heard of, or even heard of somebody who has heard of, Hinder completely forget that this recognition of the terrifyingly horrendous crap excuse for a fucking band ever happened. Now that's Nobel Prize material.
Hinder is why we can't achieve world piece. People will always be fighting and killing and raping as long as bands like Hinder exist. The fact that millions of Americans will pour millions of dollars into absolute trash...no wait, now I'm giving trash a bad name...is the last straw in the utter defecation that our very culture has become. That's it, I'm moving to France.
Oh, and in case you didn't get the message...HINDER FUCKING SUCKS.
I just put the final finishing touches on my gigantic research paper for the Buyer Behavior independent study. My preliminary report on MySpace Music is 100% complete, barring any changes demanded by the professor. That means I'm about 75% closer to completing this semester. Never in my life have I had such a gigantic stack of textbooks piled around my computer, all of which have been used copiously. And all of them are equally dry and boring, and most of them have at least 2/3 of their content completely overlapping. Nonetheless, it's done, so I can reduce this stack of books to the one I actually own and finish up everything else that has to be done in the next couple of weeks.
In about two minutes it will officially be 6 am. That's when I'll start studying for my Marketing Research final. The only reason I'm studying is because the exam is straight out of the book and I don't want to look like a complete dolt when the exam comes down and I have no clue what's on it, even though all the questions were available beforehand. I've got quite a bit to do before returning the Marketing Research book to Tunes, but it's alright...I slept from about 10 pm to 2:30 am, then spent the rest of that time finishing up the gigantic paper. I've been sleeping four hours at a time about 3 times a day as of late, which is the strangest sleep pattern that I have yet to accomplish. Amazingly enough, it allowed me quite a few hours of daylight today, which was a welcome relief.
Tomorrow at 1 pm I'll be working heavily on our Personal Selling presentation. Yes, my major is officially the most obnoxiously boring of any major that has ever existed. I get to put on a presentation about how to be a fucking salesman. Blaarrrgh. I did, however, get to make a PowerPoint about the Nintendo Wii for that same class, so that's just awesomely fun.
OK, it's 6:03...I'm about three minutes overtime in starting my studies. Wish me luck.
8 more days of class!
- I feel:busy
- I hear:Alfie soundtrack