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Ok, I am soooooo fucking drunk right now, but I want to remember this later, so I'll post right now.
Grant's telling me now that we're cleaning his room tomorrow, to which I respond "Fuck you cocksucker." He still has pizza in his nose from his earlier puking. I'm drunker right now than I've been since I was 16 years old, which I think makes this trip a success. The entire room smells of puke. There's only one of us who made it through the night without vomiting. I'm not ashamed to admit it wasn't me. Alcool will fucking kill you. If you go on Facebook and find Grant Dingwall, you can see an album of tonight. There's one photo of me about three seconds before I threw up. I'm weeping from trying to hold it back. God it hurts. Good night though. We're drinking more tomorrow. Grant's telling me there won't be many photos as bars will frown upon cameras coming out once the nakedness starts.
Still haven't ground Parliment SBeth, that'll happen tomorrow. I hope a photo of me puking helps in case I don't get one. I'm going to type the names of the people I've been drinking with tonight in case I forget them. Matt, Phil, Grant, Allie, Lacey. Those people fucking rock. Also, Phil can really fucking snore. I don't know how I've supposed to sleep with that going on, as Grant, Matt, Phil, and I are all trying to share a one person dorm room for the night. I feel worst for Matt, as he has a job interview in the morning. Whoops. Hope he's sobered up by then. Hell, hope I have too. I'm going to try to sleep now. I don't have many clothes left. I hope these guys are cool with that. It's not like it'll matter before the morning. Anyway, bed now. Now is the time for sleep. Night all. Happy reading week. I have so much fucking homework to do when I get home. Hope I'm ok for it. Good night world. I'll see you all later. Some of you in my more out there dreams. Later.
- Peter
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Hurray! Here I am in Ottawa. Yesterday was my first day off since January 2nd (so yeah, I empathize with how you were feeling in your last post, Rebekah) and also my first full day in Ottawa sleeping on the floor of my friend's dorm room at Carleton University. Its not all that bad. I've got an air mattress, and his girlfriend brought me a pillow and blanket from her Grandparents' house, so I'm set. Yesterday we hit up Winterlude (w00t! Ice sculptures!) and then went to the bars down in Market. For those who don't know, Maket is the big bar district. I love how much is in French down here. Anyway, I fucking hate typing on laptop keyboards, so I'm going to cut this short. The night kicked ass, and a full post on all that happened down here will be written when I get back. One of my buddy's friends described me as "That dude who looks like Seth from the O.C." I've never seen the O.C. Can someone who has tell me if this is good or not? Anyway, shit planned for today so I'm gone for now. No, SBeth, don't have pics of me on Parliment yet, but have some others you'd be interested in. Later. |
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Thank God for Friday nights. If I only get one night a week to relax, I may as well make the most of it. This Friday consisted of a 6 pub crawl with B and N from last week, as well as B's bandmates S and E. We also stopped by the theater as we walked by to see if anyone wanted to tag along. Managed to pick up L, as she's pretty new and wanted to try socializing with other staff members. Was a fun time. Only awkward part of the evening was when N and I tagged along with B when he went for a smoke and the two of them gave me some speech that was apparently supposed to inspire confidence that I just don't seem to have. Whatever. All in all, a good night.
Anyway, I promised a post about the usual kind of shit, so here we go. I haven't had time to play much lately, in all honesty. The Wii is getting used for Virtual Console games now and then (Contra 3! w00t! "It's time for revenge." "Let's attack aggressively!") and the 360 for Lumines when I feel like letting my brain melt on techno-infused trip-out Tetris but mostly it's all been about Guitar Hero. I'm getting pumped for the (preordered) 360 version with downloadable new songs and honing my skills as I go. Still can't fucking beat Jordan though. Damn Buckethead.
Aside from that, the only recent thing is that the demo for Crackdown hit about a week ago on 360. I downloaded it out of curiosity and gave it a spin. Y'know what? Damned fun. I'd consider picking it up right away if it didn't come bundled with the Halo 3 Beta invite. I've never really given a shit about the Halo games. They're good and all, but aren't really anything than well made generic shooters. I'll probably get Halo 3 eventually, but would need to feel compelled to get Halo 2 first. As the "first chance to get a look at Halo 3!" part of Crackdown doesn't really appeal to me, I'll wait a month or so rather than compete with all the neanderthal-esque fratboys grabbing their copy and immediately throwing it aside in order to get their Halo on. Still, if you have any interest in over the top craziness, check out the demo. It's a 1.25 GB download, but worth the time.
Imagine GTA. I'd really rather not make this comparison, in all honesty, but the game was created by the same guy who made the original top-down GTA back in the day so I might as well. Anyway, GTA is not particularly realistic. It's gritty. It's violent. As mature games go, it may be the most mature game that's seen success among immature gamers. There's a lot of "Hey, this game lets me blow shit up and fuck whores!" people out there, but the game is actually really well written and entralling if you let yourself buy into the universe. It's notoriety in the mainstream is based on horrible things that you can do because the game gives you freedom, it's notoriety among many serious gamers is based on the fact that it's a very well done narrative that simultaneously grants the player incredible amounts of freedom. Despite this though, realism is not very high on the list. As games go, I'm willing to say it's more realistic than the average game, but that's really not saying a whole lot. Still, take that play style and remove any pretense of realism. Now you have Crackdown.
Freedom. Total fucking freedom. You are John Q. Supercop (Name made up and now trademarked. Contact me if you want it, Realtime Worlds) and you have full run of this fictional city. You can actually leap tall buildings in a single bound. Throw busses (still full of people!) at gangsters to splat them. Pile up a big mound of cars and toss a grenade at the bottom, sending them flying several hundred feet in the air. Shoot the living crap out of anything and everything. I'm not sure if this game is supposed to be endorsing wanton police brutality and callousness or satirizing it, but fuck me if the game ain't fun. As I played through the 45-ish minute demo, brutally destroying drug cartel gang member after drug cartel gang member, It occurred to me just how stupid the game's mechanics were. Respawning gangsters? When I died, it said I had a back-up clone waiting to replace me at a spawn point. The hell? Still, I was having too much fun to give this more than a passing thought. This is a fucking good sign. When a game can be as ridiculous as all hell and you're enjoying yourself too much to let it bother you, you have a pretty sure winner on your hands.
The art in Crackdown also bears mention. Again, realism isn't something it's shooting for. In fact, the game is cel-shaded. That's right, cartoon style. Like Zelda on the Gamecube. Still, it pulls it off in a really striking way. It's done much like one of the late 80s onward comic books. Realistic but stylish. Looks like it could be from a photo, but still enough of a cartoon for the artist to give it some personal flair. I dig this shit. The game looks great. Feels like I'm playing through an issue of The Watchmen or The Walking Dead. Art, but real. Real, but art. Whatever. It's good. Also worth saying, the explosions are pretty as all hell.
So those are my impressions of Crackdown. Demo's out now, full game is available on the 20th. Despite how impressed I am with the whole thing right now, I'm going to wait a bit before picking it up. Until this whole "Halo" business blows over, anyway. This'll give me a chance to check out some proper reviews too, so I'll have a bit more of an informed opinion. If you have a 360 though, download the demo. Worth your time and a very entertaining way to blow a chunk of time.
As a last note, over the last few weeks I've had a chance to see both Pan's Labyrinth and The Last King of Scotland. I think I prefer Pan, but they're close. Check out both if you can find 'em in your city. Night all.
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Wheee. So tonight I felt like catching a movie and went into the theater. Had a good time and all, but the first thing that greeted me was the guy at the popcorn machine saying "So, what's this I hear about you and M in the back room?"
*sigh* The next few shifts are going to be interesting to say the least. 'Nother midterm on the morrow. Wish me luck!
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I don't really open up a whole lot. Right now, I'm a bit drunk and really frustrated, so I'm going to do that. This is mostly for those friends of mine who've moved away and don't have any other real form of contact with me. For those that read this and have only ever known me online, this is your warning. I'm 19 years old. Right now, I'm going to take a brief departure and act it. Full of angst, conflict, and more hi-balls than I bothered to count. You've been warned. Now then, without further ado...
[ANGST]
God fucking dammit.
Why would they think I'm fucking her? I know I'm not an unattractive guy, but she's about 5 or 6 leagues removed from the one I'm in. Like a fucking greek goddess. Allow me to back up a bit.
I'm going to only use initials here, as fuck knows who's reading this. I work with a girl, M. M is goddamned gorgeous. I'm an atheist and M still makes me want to drop to my knees and thank God. No one doesn't like each other where I work, so M and I get along well. We talk quite a bit. She also happens to be next in line for a manager promotion. As I was the last one to go through this, she follows me around while I'm working and I show her what she'll be doing in a couple of month's time. Today I was working in the back office, fucking around with the cash as is my job, and she comes in. As is to be expected, we get to talking. 45 minutes later, we realize it's been a while and go back out to the lobby. There's also some stuff that needs to be done in the projection booth and as she's learning that too, she watches me work and we talk while I'm at it. How to tell an aspect ratio from the look of the film, which lenses and aperture plates go with what, that sort of thing. We happen to have a special screening of a silent movie on Monday, so I had the rare opportunity to work with a silent film, and she got to see it up close. Cool stuff. Well, this takes time. Another 45 minutes later and we're done. We go back out into the lobby and the rest of the staff start snickering at us. Whatever. It's what we do, we all tease and flirt with each other constantly so I shrug it off.
Well, the shift comes to an end and B, N, C, and I all decide to go out for a couple of beers. We head to the pub down the street, Murph's, and chill for a while. This is when it starts.
B: "So dude, c'mon. Straight up. What were you two doing in there for so long?"
Me: "The hell? We were talking, man."
N: "Come off it. I (an initial, not N) went up and knocked on the door and you didn't even acknowledge it."
Me: "Really? Didn't hear a thing. Honestly, we were only talking."
B: "C'mon. Don't fucking lie to me, man. I understand that you're worried about it, 'cause yeah she's a minor, but she'll be 18 in a couple months. You're barely a year and a half older than her. Just tell us."
Me: "Swear to god man, NOTHING HAPPENED."
This goes on for a while. Finally, I manage to convince them. But that's three guys. Apparently the whole damned theater thinks we're fucking. What the hell?
Y'know what kills me? Since we started working together more, I've really started crushing on her. I would like nothing more than for those goddamned fucking rumours to be true. She was always beautiful, but the more I find out about her, the more attractive she becomes. And tonight there was an opening. I won't go into the details, but she left this opening in the conversation intentionally. She expected, wanted, me to say something specific. I knew what it was. What did I do? Same fucking thing I always do. Act all awkward and clueless. Try to play it off as cute. Fucking spineless, ballless sack of shit that I am, I just try to pretend I have no clue. Maybe I really don't.
I may not look it, but I'm still trapped in Junior high. I hear that a lot of people are. No matter how much you change, inside you're always really going to be that person that you were in the 7th or 8th grade. I kinda got fucked in that respect. In the 7th grade, I was 4 feet tall, 3 feet wide. I could barely speak to a member of the opposite sex without wanting to vomit, even if I had no attraction to them whatsoever. The ones I liked, fuck. I would vomit. I'm a lot better than that now. Most of my closest friends are female. Still, when it gets down to important things, I'm still that same fat little fucker I was when I was 11.
After the bar, B, N and I walked home together. I love both of them like brothers. They're fantastic guys and I wouldn't give up their friendship for anything. Of course, they want to try to help me out. Now that they know that I'm not fucking M, they want to work it out so that I am. I promised that I wouldn't reveal the bulk of the details of that conversation to anyone else, so I won't go into them here. A drunken vow is still a vow. All I'll say about this walk was that there were points where, no matter how much I love the guy, I could have wrung N's neck.
A big part of the problem is that they think I want the same things they do. They're quality guys, don't get me wrong, but at the moment, all they're looking for is a quick fuck. I really want a relationship.
SIDE STORY: ONE OF THE MOST PATHETIC NIGHTS OF MY LIFE
A few nights ago I couldn't sleep. I went over to my bookshelf and let my fingers skim across the book spines. They eventually settled on an old volume of Shakespeare's writing that my father gave to me a few months before he died. It was his when he was a teenager in the 40s, and he wanted me to have it too. It's a very old book, and holds a hell of a lot of sentimental value to me. Anyway, I didn't want to read anything too involving. It was already four in the morning and I wanted to get to sleep. I decided I'd just read some sonnets. Light reading as I'm going to sleep, y'know? I didn't even get two pages in before I was in tears. I don't cry often, but this really set me off. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to have my head in some girl's lap and be reading them to each other. I couldn't take just reading them in bed with a cat sitting on me. I went to sleep soonafter, but it wasn't a very good sleep at all.
So yeah, not out for a quick fuck. Now I'm not fooling myself. I know that at 19, especially with the bar scene in this city, finding that isn't very likely. I don't need exactly that, but I do need something involved. The way that they were trying to help me almost made me sick. Essentially it boils down to "Just lie to women, dude! It's so easy!" Sorry guys, I love you and all, but that doesn't help. Honestly, the way they were talking about M pissed me off a bit too. Especially since I've been getting to know her, she deserves more fucking respect than that.
I walked the rest of the way home by myself. I'm really frustrated with myself right now. I know I had an opportunity to get somewhere with her, and I did the same fucking thing I always do. I swore at the sky a couple of times, top of my lungs, on the walk home. I only felt good for a second or two, but it was kinda nice. Anyway, I work again in 6 hours, and have a Japanese test the next day, so I need to get some sleep.
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If you read all that, congratulations I guess. Sorry I unloaded on you all like that. I just haven't been able to vent in a long time, and all my good venting friends live places where it's too expensive to call them. I really need to get to bed. I feel like hell. I promise I'll be back to the usual stuff by next post, whenever that may be. Night all.
-Peter
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This is Free Bird. On Expert. With 5 Stars. Damn my arm hurts right now.
This is what the top tier of Expert mode now looks like on my PS2. Damn you Dick Dale, you're making me look bad! Still, the curve has a pleasing aesthetic effect.
Anyway, been busy lately, and had to deal with a bit of a computer explosion earlier tonight. Everything is stable now, but I think it may be time for me to take that secondary HDD and replace it. School 5 days a week, work the other 2, Guitar Hero whenever I have a free minute or so. Such is life. As soon as I start sleeping again, I'll start writing more too. Promise.
Jan. 31st, 2007 @ 01:57 am
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Holy crap, been a while. Sorry 'bout that, all. See, thing is last time I posted I was having a really shitty time. A cat that I'd had for 18 and a half years (so, all my life minus 6 months) had just died, I was sick, my friends were having crises of their own. Just not a fun time. After a week or so, I was feeling better, but by then I was buried in exams and didn't have time to post. Then came the Cristmas holidays, during which I was working pretty much every day. Again, didn't think much of posting when I had the time to. Much more interested in things like Zelda on the Wii or Viva Pinata on 360. Honestly, right now I should be studying for my Japanese class. Oh well, it's been too long since I've written anything and I felt that I should eliminate any rumours of my death. So yeah, not dead. Also feeling better.
So recently my uncle died. That's a real shame, as I never got to meet him. He was the only relative that I had (I'm aware of) who was still living back in my family's hometown of Ipswitch, Australia. He was 65. He also had Down syndrome and never had a will. This means that I've spent the last little while dealing with the Queensland Public Trustee. Fun times. Their office is trying to track down all surviving Worthingtons so that they can sort uncle Neal's affairs. This would be cool, except that noone ever seems to know where my brother Clive is. Last I heard he was living in Kingston, but that was about 5 years ago. He doesn't really give up to date contact information to any of us other 4 kids. Leslie, Julie, Heather and I are all accounted for, so that just leaves Clive. This whole thing is proving to be far trickier than it should be.
Anyway, it has become apparent to me over the last three days of class that all that Japanese that I learned back in that rushed course in May has drained out of my head. Before I can really get into the second year stuff, I need to refresh all my first year Nihongo. I'm off to study a while. Later.
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Oh hey cool, I can put tags on my posts now! When did that happen! I'm totally tagging this one with something. But what? What indeed..
Jan. 10th, 2007 @ 09:58 pm
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Ok everybody, I just realized how long it's been since I've written on here. There is a logical explanation for it. The last couple of weeks have been up there among my shittier and I'm not really feeling that awesome right now. As such, I'm not all that motivated to write. I'll be back at this in a week or so when I've had a chance to feel better. In the meantime, sorry 'bout the dearth of updates. Until then, keep checking your friends page or wherever you have me. I'll be back sooner or later.
-Peter
Dec. 4th, 2006 @ 12:59 am
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Ok, so I got myself a Wii. It was a misadventure full of waking up at 5 in the damned morning, freezing my ass off for 6 hours outside a future shop, and getting the last one that the store had, while feeling guilty seeing the crestfallen expression on my little sister's boyfriend's face because he missed getting one by so little. We'd arranged and agreed in advance on what would happen if the three of us (Myself, him, and Monica) couldn't get three consoles. Monica was first, because she did the driving and was getting it as a birthday present for someone else. I was second because I'd planned fucking everything, had been calling stores all week trying to set up the best attack route for Wiis, and generally had been pulling out my hair trying to get everyone who wanted to camp (There were 5 of us going for 3 systems. Scheduling sucks.) coordinated. Mike was last as he was along for the ride, but didn't really have to do much for it. Also, he wasn't able to show up until 2 hours after the rest of us. Not his fault, but still. Man did I feel awful when it turned out that there were only 2 systems left when it got to our group. Monica got hers, I got mine, and Mike... yeah. Poor guy's face just dropped. Luckily Nintendo seems to be on top of shipping more consoles out with some regularity so he should have one in a week or so. I think I'm going to get him one of those "2000 Wii Points" cards as a "sorry you got screwed on launch day" token. He's 16 and doesn't have a credit card, so he needs those things if he's going to get anything off of the Virtual Console. He's a good kid and he really did deserve to get one, as he was out there with chilling with us for the majority of the time. Basically I'd be giving him a few retro games downloads. Nothing like a couple of N64 games to say "shit dude, tough break."
As for the system itself, lemme put it this way. The night before Wii came out, thanks to finally scraping everything together at the last minute and having to wake up way early, I got less than 2 hours of sleep. I was working that night at 6:00. I got home around 1:00, set up the Wii, and played until 5:15 when I had to leave. The smart thing to do would've been to take a quick nap in the time I had so that I'd be good for work. No way in hell though. The Wii is awesome. Motion sensor works better than I expected (It's not perfect, but it's the first time this has really been tried, so it's more than acceptable) and the graphics, while not as awesome as my 360 pumps out, are perfectly respectable. Wii Sports is a lot of fun, but I wish they hadn't been sold out of extra controllers when I got to the front of the line. I'd really like to play some multi with others. As it is, Mat and Monica have their system set up now, so I've gone over there a couple of times with my Wiimote and we've had some two player stuff going on. (they have one Wiimote, so do I) Tennis is solid, but the real star is Bowling. Too damned fun. Don't know what it is about it, but it's great. I've heard people saying that Golf isn't so good, but I don't know what the hell they're talking about. It's crazy awesome is what it is. I've gotten quite good at it, and it's by far one of the most relaxing games I've played since Animal Crossing. Turning your TV room into a virtual driving range is just so fucking cool. Boxing and Baseball suck. That's all there is to say about them. Still, for a free game that was shipped in the box with the system, 2 great games, one good game, and 2 crappy games is a decent deal. If I'd paid, I'd feel a bit slighted, but this was a free disc that has two really good games on it. I'll take it.
Also got Rayman and Monkey Ball. They were sold out of everything else, but I didn't care. Those were the two I'd intended to get anyway, so I'm cool with that. I know, I know. Zelda, right? Why didn't you want to get Zelda? Well, I do. Thing is, when I play it, I want to play it properly. I've ordered the component cables for the Wii direct from Nintendo, and as soon as they get here, I'll buy Zelda. In the meantime, I ain't playing it without widescreen progressive scan mode when the option will be available in a week or so. I've waited this long, I can wait the week while the cables get here. Quick impressions on the games:
Rayman
Lots and lots and lots of fun. The bunnies are adorable. The minigames all work great, with a couple of exceptions. The exceptions are infuriating, but whatever, it's still fun. My only real gripe is the reuse of the same minigames over and over. It was kinda irritating when the same mechanics would show up in a different setting, essentially making two or three games out of the same activity, but now I'm about halfway through the game and they're throwing games at me that are just faster versions of games that I've already beaten with "2" added to the end of the name. If your game boasts 70 minigames, this is not the kind of shit you should be counting. Grrr... Still love it though.
Monkey Ball: Banana Blitz
The single player game is fantastic. Don't know if you've played monkey ball before or not, but it was pretty much made to be played with a tilt sensor. The Wii now makes that possible and it doesn't disappoint. Also, the boss fights are ace. So, we have stellar single player modes, how about the multi on this one? Let's face it, as fun as the single player always is, Monkey Ball has always been about the party games. Unfortunately, although this game does boast 50 minigames as well, and they are all different, (which Rayman can't claim) only a few of them are any fun. Some feel completely and fundamentally broken. (Paraglider, for example) Others are just incredibly tedious. Monkey Target is still fun, always has been, and some new ones like darts are spectacularly entertaining for reasons I can't quite put my finger on. On the whole though, it's more thna 4 times the minigames of any previous Monkey Ball, but still about the same number of games that are actually worth playing. You just need to wade through a bunch more crap than before to get to them.
So, that's the Wii. I'm sure I'll have more to say on that later, but for now there's that "Scariness" part of the post title. What's scary? Well, It's now almost 5 in the morning, I've been writing for a while. At around 4:30 I was standing in my bathroom and decided that I didn't want to get ready for bed yet. What did I do? Well, on a whim, I decided to see how much of a trendoid I could make myself out to be. I did my best Trendy McPopcollar getup. This started when I decided that I had a bunch of hair gel left over from those times in High School when I actually wore it that I was never going to use again. I thought "Hey, why not have some fun with it?" and made myself a nice little trendy hairstyle. I gotta say, if it weren't so un-me, I could pull this shit off. I looked pretty good. So then I thought about the idea of personal Halloween. It's something I've been toying with for a while. Get myself and a bunch of friends together, the kind of people who hate the one-night-stand bars. Bars like Cowboys or the Roadhouse. All of us dress up like we actually fit in there and spend the night pretending to be like them. It's Halloween, but nobody knows it but you. Could be a fun time, if only for the chance to play act as someone you'd never want to be, just for the hell of it. I decided that I was going to start on my costume. Light yellow polo shirt, (collar popped, of course) tight, ripped jeans, (not actually pre-ripped. I ruined this pair myself, but nobody needs to know that) and of course, aviator glasses. Then I took a look in the mirror. It was very, very unsettling. I looked way too natural dressed up as the anti-me. Sometimes you gotta wonder about alternate dimension versions of yourself, and I kinda met one tonight. This is the Peter that goes to Cowboys every Friday night to pick up some barely-18 drunk girl. I didn't like him much. *shudder.* Odd, disturbing experience for me. It started out all in good fun, but there was just something about how easily the look hung on me that freaked me out. Anyway, now it's 10 after 5 and I really wanna go to bed. Night.
Nov. 22nd, 2006 @ 05:13 am
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Ok, ow. I've played a lot of GH2 over the past few days. I mean, A LOT. I now have every song in the game beaten on Expert, which is an awesome achievement for me and makes me very, very pleased with myself for no real reason at all. Yay! I totally have this useless skill mastered! But, whatever. It's fun. Problem is that after running through the massive solo at the end of Megadeth's Hangar 18 so many times (that song took me about 30 tries before I could beat it. Fucking Megadeth.) I think I blew out my wrists. Thankfully, when Freebird popped up after Hangar 18 was over, I beat it on the first try. (got 4 stars, too!) At least I didn't put my wrists through any more stress. Time for a cooldown period, cause, yeah. Ow. Very ow. That, or I could start on the bonus songs. I only have about 5 of those beaten, and that means there's 14 more... NO! Bad Peter! Rest now. Guitar Hero later.
BUY THE GAME ALREADY, EVERYONE. CHRIST! It's only the best thing available for anything in the history of ever. It will hold this title for exactly 3 more days until the Wii comes out. Some Wii game may topple the Guitar Hero series from it's perch, but it'll have to be an awesome one.
Thinking of the Wii, I'm camping for it. Well, ok. Not camping exactly. I'm working the night before it comes out, and the night after it comes out, so I only have about a 16 hour window between the end of my shift on Saturday and the start of my shift on Sunday. In the between though, I'll be getting up extra early and making the pilgrimage to Future Shop at about 7. They open at 10, and when I called to check the guy said they'd have about 80 Wiis for sale, so I should be safe. That's the hope, anyway. I better be able to get one on Sunday morning dammit. I've been looking forward to this for too long. WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
Nov. 16th, 2006 @ 04:17 pm
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