well.

I remembered why I didn't really like going to the paperchain sessions anymore - when I'm around large groups of people I tend to annoy and lose friends. But today wasn't so bad, I only lost about 2 or so, maybe.
We also went to Kbox to sing and be retarded, and I think I destroyed my vocal cords as well as any self-confidence I may have had left for the day, hahaha. Love song is one bitch of a song for a guy to sing. Either way, I had fun, I dunno if anybody else did though. Like I said, annoy and lose.

In other news, gym hurts.

Oh right

Barbecue happened yesterday, courtesy of Shaun Woo. You know whenever I'm at a barbecue I have this nagging need to be the one doing all the barbecuing, which usually leaves me without much left to eat, or without time to eat it. Something about standing in front of burning charcoal while attempting to cook meat without searing my hand off appeals to some strange, oppressed part of me that only comes out during barbecues. I'm fucking strange.

I was also half-expecting to be thrown into the pool and brought some extra clothes for absolutely no reason cause nothing happened to me. Amos got pushed in like twice though, cause Dennis is an evil, evil bitch.

Oh dear god

I've probably mentioned this plenty of times but I write like a douchebag half the time. I have good mind to delete every single post I'm absolutely not proud of. Which I actually already did.

and by 'douchebag' I don't mean 'asshole'. I'm always an asshole. I mean more on the lines of that I can't write for bollocks because my blog title is only one letter away from 'Autisms' and that kind of thing refuses to leave me alone when I'm writing.

Deleting time, ho. From now on, I'm never blogging unless I'm nearly asleep. Makes for less awkward attempts to try and be a little more correct - politically or otherwise.

And I have to stop talking about video games.

I noticed something about myself

That I've noticed before but never really talked about. When somebody texts me or pings me on MSN I am compelled to reply as quickly as possible, call it my MUD* reflexes but it's dejecting sometimes in those conversations where the opposing party is the exact opposite of you and replies every 10 minutes. Makes me feel unwanted and unloved and sad and all that nonsense.

It also just occurred to me that almost none of you would know what a MUD is, so I'm gonna footnote it. Great fun. I used to play them lots cause roleplaying is teh shit and when it's all text it severely reduces the number of douchebags that decide to join. Those years being lifeless has conditioned me to compulsively reply quickly to text prompts. Guh. I'm gonna do other things now.

*MUD (Multi-User Dungeon):  a MUD (multi-user dungeon), pronounced /mʌd/, is a multi-user real-time virtual world described entirely in text. It combines elements of role-playing games, hack and slash, interactive fiction, and online chat. Players can read descriptions of rooms, objects, other players, non-player characters, and actions performed in the virtual world. Players interact with each other and the world by typing commands that resemble a natural language. /from wikipedia.

Ugh

My mom took me to go eat at Ichiban Boshi today. That was quite possibly the most unpleasant meal I've ever had the displeasure of having to force down. The place was cold, the food sucked and at the end of lunch I actually wanted to vomit it out so I could eat something that wasn't so disgusting.

In other news, I finished Mass Effect today. It seems like a great game at first but after a while you start to realise that it isn't exactly what it's cut out to be and gets on your nerves a lot more than it should. Kind of like a new spouse. It's not a bad game though, it's actually good, except that it's incredibly annoying; Bioware trademark, I suppose.

Now I'm gonna play Halo wars just to see how bad it is.

Wow

Who knew this bilingualism thing could actually be useful. Wei Chuen introduced me to Omegle.com, and I connected with this dude in China. We ended up speaking different languages to each other, and it was possibly one of the most bizarre and bilingual conversations I've ever been in. It wasn't that boring either.

Great fun. It's also freaking long, so to read the whole thing, there should be a read more button somewhere.

MASS EFFECT

Mass effect? Mass effect!

Mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect mass effect.
This game is SO AWESOME, that they put ELEVATOR MUSIC in it and it DIDN'T STOP BEING AWESOME.


Wrex is -fucking hilarious-

EDIT: I'd also like to take this opportunity to thank the makers of Assassin's Creed 2 for not pulling such faggotry as making your health regenerate faster than you can wank. The concept of only having a bit of your health bar replenishable at a time was great, especially when they came up with it two bleeding decades ago. I don't know what possessed which idiot to remove the need for health bars in games, I mean it works in Halo cause it's sci-fi and sci-fi is the pinnacle of gratuitous bullshit so they can just invent something that makes it happen.
But in something like Modern Warfare where the warfare is presumably supposed to be modern, regenerating health doesn't make any sense. If you got shot five times in the chest I don't care if you're hiding behind a wall, you're not going to get better; in fact you're going in quite the opposite direction of better, if you didn't already notice that you're bleeding all over everything.

If you didn't already know

I'm a sucker for harmonized songs. I love them simply because harmony is fun. I also lately realised that the final bit of 'I love you always forever' by Donna Lewis has two melodies going on; so I did what could be one of the gayest things possible and did to it what I did Peggy-O a couple months ago last month. Whoops.

I am obligated to uphold the notion that I have very little shame over the internet, so here you go. I'm going to beat my head against my desk while you listen; and just for good measure, here's the other one.

Oh yeah, I messed up the sync about 3 quarters in but it's like 25 seconds long anyway so, ehh.

Grunting is manly

Justin: i mean I've never been so sure. about someone. is that just hormones talking. i sound like a girl.
Justin: i'm going to stop sounding like a girl now. Grunting is manly. *grunt*
Someone: HURR.
Justin: HHHHHHNNGH
Someone: HOOHAH.
Justin: GGNNAH
Someone: POTATO CHIPS.
Justin: MONKEYS
Justin: THIS IS GOING ON MY BLOG

What can I say.

Good lord

I know it's the internet so this statement is redundant, but people are so fucking stupid.
So I'm playing this multiplayer thing, and this dude declares war on some guy in my guild then proceeds to attack him. So this other guy in my guild obviously can't stand the sight of this and proceeds with this lengthy argument as to why there is need for the attacking and the bloodshed and the hitting.
Turns out the dude being attacked is a sneaky bastard (which earns some kudos from me) and joined just to have the protection of all of us after whacking one of their members.

Now wanting to counterattack is a perfectly legitimate reason for attacking, and wanting to protect a guild member is a perfectly legitimate reason for defending him. Only problem is, my guildmates think that counterattacking is completely idiotic and that we should only defend the guy in our guild because the attacker's a dumbass.

What fuck here happen?

I have a couple of points to make. Firstly, sure the guy sounded like a dyslexic 5 year old with braces and a speech impediment but English isn't his native tongue so we can't say anything about that. Secondly, since when was counterattacking a bad idea? The tactic has only existed since, oh i don't know, forever. Even nature thought of it, making animals that secrete poison or plants that have thorns and whatever the hell else you can think of to prevent the result of being eaten.
Thirdly, it's a video game for christ's sake. The amount of shit we should give is about none of the amount they're giving, there's nothing wrong with just popping our troops in to defend and watching the sod suffer.

God, maybe the world will end in 2012 from the sheer amount of stupid it's under stress from.

I guess I should make good on the last post

There once was a boy adolescent
Who used to play Halo incessant
But his friends are dicks
And miserly pricks
And didn't want to buy it so they left him to play ODST by himself with no friends present

Today he had an opportunity
To have fun at the beach playing frisbee
But he's freaking slow
Only now does he know
He shouldn't have gone for Jap at 6.30

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH

i saw a group

I saw a group on facebook, titled "Being nice is NOT flirting."

I would like to take this opportunity to say the complete opposite, being the critical bitch that I am. Flirting is NOT being nice, and people just have the tendency to mix up the two. I, for one, have such a problem, so I've bound myself into assuming that everybody is just being nice to me.

I do not advise this course of action for anybody who doesn't have a penis, because if you're a girl you are instantly even more susceptible to flirting, and if you think everybody's being nice to you then you're gonna get fucked.

Quite literally.

Well okay not really, I'm blowing this out of proportion but it pains me to see flirty bitches being written off as nice and nice bitches being written off as flirty. I'm sure there's some sort of similar problem pertaining to girls flirting with guys but like I said I'm completely oblivious to it and from what I've observed girls don't do so much of the 'acting nice' gag. So if any female wants to take up the offer of talking about it then enlighten me cause I regret being unable to be my critical bitch self about the issue.

EDIT: Aww damn and I swore to swear less (heh). I should cut down on the swearing. But did you know that it's scientifically proven that swearing reduces stress? So fuck you.

EDIT 二番: Because I'm hilariously bored, I'm going to try writing my next post in multi-versed limerick. Look forward to it.

To Granary Is Food.

TGIF?

So we had Jap class today at 6.30 pm, right. And I have to be at band camp at 8 am tomorrow, right. And it's past midnight now and I should be sleeping, right. And I lost my consent form which means I'm gonna get shit from the teacher, right. There was a point in there somewhere but I think I missed it.

So after Jap class I was waiting out by the bus stop, and there's this hot chick who looks my-age-ish who's half-talking to her friend, and I think to myself "Daaaaayum." Then I realise she's looking at me, at which I look away and think "Awesome, she's checking me out."
So now that I'm at home and I had a little time to ponder over it while writing this post, it's either that or she was just trying to read the small print on my shirt which had "I'M HARD to work with." plastered on its front. Or, you know, she thought I was creepy. But how many girls would continue looking at a guy until the car he's in drives past her field of vision if they think he's creepy, huh.

I like to believe she was checking me out.

Freaking smoking hot, too.

I can dream.

EDIT: Oh yes, I forgot:
 Whats-her-name from Para-Ten, the link to the comic is on the right somewhere. I realise I drew her eyes all screwed up and forgot the funny blue bit of her outfit but sod off.

Blurble glurb.

Stupid enter button made me post this thing without text the first time.
Anyway, I'm horrendously tired right now and I'm gonna try and finish a post before i pass out on my keyboavbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb

The Periodic Doodle

I figured making it a sidebar was stupid cause I want to keep the pictures up so I'll make them a label, so here, I did this while not sleeping last night. The quality's bad and screwy because I'm a lazy bitch and didn't want to scan it in so i took a photo and screwed around with the contrast and brightness settings.

Momohime from Muramasa: The Demon Blade.
H Pencil, cause I couldn't find my other non-H pencils.

And this is yesterday's. Because I can.
Permanent marker on plastic... thing.















I practice Japanese every time I draw a character from a Japanese game, yes. Shut it.

I'm so adjective, I verb nouns!

I can't stop giggling at the title, giggle giggle. I stole it, btw, so not mine; and yes, technically 'adjective' is a noun but you don't have to be such a wet blanket about it.

so it seems that once I get an ass load of free time everybody else isn't thrilled by the idea of my talking to them :(
I'm so misunderstood /corner
I guess I'm also very annoying when I start on a topic I actually have interest in, so fine then, be that way. Jerks.

paragraphing is fun, whee.

paragraph.

paragraph.

paragraph.

As you can tell I'm possibly the least occupied creature on the fucking planet at the moment. Oh such joy there is in sitting on my chafed ass trying to think of the slightest thing that I would find more entertaining than sitting on my chafed ass trying to think of the slightest thing that I would find more entertaining than doing all this.

Everybody I know in person would tell me to get a life. Some dudes I know in Indiana, Arizona and California would tell me to get a girl.

I don't know, don't they come mutually inclusive or something?