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And the collection grows...it grows...I can't stop it! AGH!
Wednesday, 10 March 2004 00:03(drowns in shiny circular plastic)
In normal written English, sleeping is denoted as "zzz." Final Fantasy 7 is the only game where I've seen otherwise. It isn't "zzz," but rather, "heebeeheebeedee..." While "zzz" comes up, the funnier version is just...strange. Yeah...so...onto the day's recap, sponsored in part by Trojan, America's most trusted condom for over 70 years. Wow...they've been around that long?
With a song in my heart, I confronted the first of the midterm hurdles--World of Music. Probably the easiest I will have of the midterms, 65 multiple-choice questions. Within 30 minutes, it was all done. Now, I had a few hours to myself, so it was FF7, and reading the info the Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts sent me. This week I begin filling out the admissions application. I also talked to my high stepbrother Rob, and so far everything's holding up. They can't wait for semester's end. I consider myself lucky to have a great family...I would do anything for them. Chorus came, with its usual slew of high-as-Heaven notes. I attempted to cheer Jill up...which I hope I did, if only a little bit. After that, we saw a fishnet-clad Michelle coming toward us. A little cold for fishnets and skirts, I thought, but hey...I've seen women in miniskirts during my cross-country skiing trips. Feel a little draft up there, perhaps? 5:30 came, marking dinner, and Hasbrouck once again committed a major culinary disaster. Corned beef is not supposed to feel like I'm chewing a tire. That was a disgrace to anyone with Irish blood...well...a disgrace to anyone who has some semblance of taste, after all. (sigh) Where is my stepdad when I need him? He'd bitchslap all the cooks and set them straight. I'm reminded of Hawkeye Pierce, who always complained about army food. For those who don't watch M*A*S*H, watch it. 3 hours of Bio followed, with the professor talking for 3 hours of blah, cellular respiration, blah. Can we say Charlie Brown's teacher? After Bio, I was happy. I have once again entered my creative writing mode, meaning plenty of story writing will be had for some time--which means the RE novel I began in last November's NaNoWriMo contest might actually be finished.
To refresh: At the Heart of the Matter: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1587454
During my creative musings, Rach called, and we spent some time chatting. If only I was down there...(sigh)
So here I am, writing this latest dig into the recessed annals of my brain before I head back to my story. Tomorrow should be fun. Only 1 class--Comp II...midterm. Fun. After that, a trip to GameStop where I intend to buy FF Anthology (FF5 and 6) and another GC memory card. Eternal Darkness takes up a nice chunk...just 2 save files take up over half the memory card. My FF collection grows rapidly. By tomorrow, I will have the following in my possession: FF1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, X-2. Eventually, I will have beaten all the FF games except 3 and 11.
And that does it. Now I have to watch some detectives and write Claire's fate. Nighty night, all.
In normal written English, sleeping is denoted as "zzz." Final Fantasy 7 is the only game where I've seen otherwise. It isn't "zzz," but rather, "heebeeheebeedee..." While "zzz" comes up, the funnier version is just...strange. Yeah...so...onto the day's recap, sponsored in part by Trojan, America's most trusted condom for over 70 years. Wow...they've been around that long?
With a song in my heart, I confronted the first of the midterm hurdles--World of Music. Probably the easiest I will have of the midterms, 65 multiple-choice questions. Within 30 minutes, it was all done. Now, I had a few hours to myself, so it was FF7, and reading the info the Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts sent me. This week I begin filling out the admissions application. I also talked to my high stepbrother Rob, and so far everything's holding up. They can't wait for semester's end. I consider myself lucky to have a great family...I would do anything for them. Chorus came, with its usual slew of high-as-Heaven notes. I attempted to cheer Jill up...which I hope I did, if only a little bit. After that, we saw a fishnet-clad Michelle coming toward us. A little cold for fishnets and skirts, I thought, but hey...I've seen women in miniskirts during my cross-country skiing trips. Feel a little draft up there, perhaps? 5:30 came, marking dinner, and Hasbrouck once again committed a major culinary disaster. Corned beef is not supposed to feel like I'm chewing a tire. That was a disgrace to anyone with Irish blood...well...a disgrace to anyone who has some semblance of taste, after all. (sigh) Where is my stepdad when I need him? He'd bitchslap all the cooks and set them straight. I'm reminded of Hawkeye Pierce, who always complained about army food. For those who don't watch M*A*S*H, watch it. 3 hours of Bio followed, with the professor talking for 3 hours of blah, cellular respiration, blah. Can we say Charlie Brown's teacher? After Bio, I was happy. I have once again entered my creative writing mode, meaning plenty of story writing will be had for some time--which means the RE novel I began in last November's NaNoWriMo contest might actually be finished.
To refresh: At the Heart of the Matter: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1587454
During my creative musings, Rach called, and we spent some time chatting. If only I was down there...(sigh)
So here I am, writing this latest dig into the recessed annals of my brain before I head back to my story. Tomorrow should be fun. Only 1 class--Comp II...midterm. Fun. After that, a trip to GameStop where I intend to buy FF Anthology (FF5 and 6) and another GC memory card. Eternal Darkness takes up a nice chunk...just 2 save files take up over half the memory card. My FF collection grows rapidly. By tomorrow, I will have the following in my possession: FF1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, X-2. Eventually, I will have beaten all the FF games except 3 and 11.
And that does it. Now I have to watch some detectives and write Claire's fate. Nighty night, all.
