Saturday, December 20, 2008

SEMESTER ONE HAS ENDED. WOOT!

Tis the time for Self Examination. Tis the time to figure what I've done right and What've done wrong.
So many things have happened. It would be too numerous to mention.
But I Still Hate NK. Seriously, He's whinest motherfucker to have been created.

I have a new machine. Meaning, I can fucking play Generals. WOOT.
I was a bit disappointed, however, that they didn't take the series into a new direction with the New Graphics Engine and that You still have fucking collect "Supply Credits". Which is very annoying . Also, If you click on an enemy, there a 4 or 5 second delay. Before they actually attack.
And talking about the Command and Conquer series:
Why the fuck are they doing a damn Red Alert game, when they need to start on "Tiberian Twilight"? I pray to God, that it will be better than damn "Tiberian Sun". That Game looked like shit.

I hope I can Find the A/V adapter for my Genesis (Sega). I hope it still works.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

My heart burns with the flame of a thousand iron-cast revolvers at midnight

Cosmetologists are smokers.

As a matter of fact, in my neck of the woods, for every 47 cosmetology students (the future beauticians of the world), 2 are non-smokers. FREAKING TWO. Exactly one half of that quad of healthy lungs belongs to me. I used to be an occasional smoker...like 3 death sticks a year. But now, everyone I'm around is smoking. To combat my urge to light up, I've been popping Reese* mini peanut butter cups like the Russians are coming [you know, to steal all the miniature peanut butter cups]. But since I skip dinner because I don't want to compound all that sweet chocolate goodness with actual food, I don't think this is gonna last too long. I like dinner, damnit.

In other news, we had lotsa free time today in class so we went crazy shampooing and drying and scalp-massaging each other. PLUS our hella cool teach. gave anyone who wanted one a free hair cut. Almost everyone walked out today freshly trimmed. I got Mena Suvari bangs (you'll only know what I'm talking about if you watch the latest season of Six Feet Under).

I had something interesting to relate to y'all, but it slips the mind right now.

My heart burns with the flame of a thousand iron-cast revolvers at midnight

Cosmetologists are smokers.

As a matter of fact, in my neck of the woods, for every 47 cosmetology students (the future beauticians of the world), 2 are non-smokers. FREAKING TWO. Exactly one half of that quad of healthy lungs belongs to me. I used to be an occasional smoker...like 3 death sticks a year. But now, everyone I'm around is smoking. To combat my urge to light up, I've been popping Reese* mini peanut butter cups like the Russians are coming [you know, to steal all the miniature peanut butter cups]. But since I skip dinner because I don't want to compound all that sweet chocolate goodness with actual food, I don't think this is gonna last too long. I like dinner, damnit.

In other news, we had lotsa free time today in class so we went crazy shampooing and drying and scalp-massaging each other. PLUS our hella cool teach. gave anyone who wanted one a free hair cut. Almost everyone walked out today freshly trimmed. I got Mena Suvari bangs (you'll only know what I'm talking about if you watch the latest season of Six Feet Under).

I had something interesting to relate to y'all, but it slips the mind right now.