I must be telling you, yesterday I must of have Lady Luck smiling upon me. I was due to go to my little brother's christmas play (the dread of every older sibling, I'm sure, especially since he openly admitted to not knowing any of his lines), when I had the timing to go to the bathroom. So there I was, doing what needed to be done, when I hear my dad's car leave. Apparentley, they got sick of waiting for me and left me behind.
Oh, happy day!
So yesterday was very interesting. I was checking my e-mail, when I found that I got an e-mail addressed to my mom. I don't know why, but apparentley, my Mom was using my e-mail to speal with someone. Curious (it IS my e-mail account, after all), I opened it.
It was from my brother's Math teacher. Turns out, surprise surprise, he's failing again. he has failed every test this term; he turns in his homework late; he pretty much has shown no effort whatsoever. I really don't know why he's acting like this - before we moved, he actually cared about his school work. I have a hunch that the move must of have had affected him somehow, but how exactly is the question of the hour.
In other news, I got grounded yesterday. Not fun. Lets just say that its related to my last entry.
It goes without saying that this weekend was probably one of the worst I had in a long time. It was going great until sunday. It was on that day when it all went down to hell.
Me and my dad had this heartfelt talk about my relationship with God the day before, and I really felt that we connected. By the time he was done, he had to get ready to work (and after that, he was actually going out with his buds from work to see the Bruins vs Hurricanes game. Go Bruins!), so he was not going to be home for the rest of the day. He wanted to me to do some research Baptism, because that was something we were both struggling with (with me saying I am not ready, him being the opposite). I agreed, having every intent on doing it.
I never did it.
My dad asked me on sunday if I did it. I lied and said I did. I went to take a nap, feeling so guilt wrench about lying him to his face. He evntually discovered, and we had a talk. Never in my life had I felt like such a (excuse my French) piece of shit, but I felt like I was trash then. He wasn't yelling at me - somehow, he was in a calm state of mind - but I could tell from every word that he said that his trust in me was shattered.
And I feel like there is nothing I can do to repair it.
Yesterday was the day that one of grandest achievement as a post-by-post Roleplayer was revived. That role-play, Citius Altius Fortius, was my first role-play I created on the boards, and it was considered my greatest achievement. It was started in late July, and ended (as in died, or no one posted anymore) in early September. It was a wonderful experience, and I was often told that it was 'the best role playing experience of the whole summer'. Well, after three months of planning, CAF has returned once again to take control of OtakuBoards.
In other news, today at lunch, my friend Michaela was really depressed. MacKenzie (the coolest gay guy I have the honor of knowing) were trying to make her feel better by signing bad attempts at 'Smile face' songs. We got at least a slither of a smile from her, but she wouldn't tell us why she was in such a dumps. The only hint we got out of her was that it involved her mom. I'll bug Kevin about the matter later, since he probably knows.
Yesterday I decided to download the Naruto series up to episode 170. One of my friends made me do it; I'll find out later if it lives up to the hype.
After yesterday, I am beggining to think that there is a magical fairy somewhere that, when we are all asleep, hits us with her sludgehammer of doom and makes us have bad days. When I got home yesterday from school, my whole family (mom, and two brothers) were arguing over some stupid thing. I didn't even bother to ask what was going on. I didn't even go turn on my computer or play soem games to ignore it. I just ploped onto my bed and fell asleep.
Skip an hour, and I decide to wake up. I go down, and I find out that I once again forgot it was my brother's birthday. We had changed when we will celebrate his birthday (before or after Thanksgiving) so many times that I was just confused. So I felt like a real dick head yesterday.
Nothing else to report in the life of Matt.
Thanksgiving did not have the feeling of Thanksgiving-ness that it usually should, and that was good enough to ruin my whole Thanksgiving Break (which seemed a whole lot longer than breaks SHOULD seem...). I lay the blame on me being separated from all my family in Massachusetts. I never missed any of them when I was there, but now that I never see them like, at ALL, I realize how important to me (even my little, cute to pieces but annoying as hell cousin Dante, who would constantly tell me to go outside >_<) my family was to me. Before I was a selfish SOB, but now, I actually want to see them again.
Yeah, being away from people sucks. Alot.
Luckily for me, though, Kevin had his wicked awesome Birthday bash Saturday, and it was, well, awesome. What began wasn't what you would call the making of the party of the year, with there being just chips, an Xbox 360 and a HD TV for entertainemnt. But by the time the last guest, the king of rock lovers, Brad, arrived (with a Playboy magazing as Kevin's birthday gift no less <_<) we were having the time of our boring lives.
Oh, and yes, I made quite a few friends there. Before, I knew nobody. By midnight, we were giving each other bear hugs. It rocks to be in the group.
I came home from the party at 12:30, got into bed ten minutes later, and fell asleep at 4:00.
I am still feeling the repercussions of that.
Yesterday was just a generally crappy day. My whole family just seemed to be in a bad mood for no reason whatsovever - from the time I woke up to when I went to bed, it was just people yelling at each other for no reason other than for the sake of yelling. I mean, they yelled at me for taking a PS Magizine demo cd I found on the floor. Not in a magazine, but on the FLOOR. Its not like anybody would care for a demo cd anyways, but they decided I was doing something illegial, when the supermarket people would probably care less anyways.
In other news, Kevin's birthday is Saturday, so I'm real excited about that. I'll be going off to try to get him Death Note Volume 1 and 2, 4 if possible, Wednesday, but with him telling me that whenever he went Barnes & Nobles was always sold out, I'm somewhat skepticle.
I have been told a lot that nothing beats the original. Whenever a remake or anything comes up, fan boys and / or girls usually jump to their feet in protest. Because lets face it, no matter how hard they try, the new story writers usually can never replicate the same feeling as the original had.
Well, let me be the first to tell you that that rule of thumb is now officially broken with me having read the first sixty-eight issues of Ultimate Spiderman! With 40 years of backstory, it goes without saying that the Amazing Spiderman just had way too much material for new readers to get into it. So, Marvel decided to make an alternate Marvel universe, the Ultimate Marvel universe, where they would start all of their major super hero franchises from page One. Ultimate Spiderman was the first fruit from that tree.
And let me tell you that it rocks! Now, I never read the original, so I can’t really say how it compares to the original. But on its own, it is an awesome story. I felt at as of the mid fifties issues, it seems a tad bit rushed to get to where they want to be, but minus that, it’s a pretty awesome piece of work.
Yeah, it was the reason why I didn’t get any work on Arcanum this weekend. Ah well, not like anybody really cares anyways!
I didn't get much done yesterday. I wanted to get some work done on Arcanum, but alas, writer's block decided to jump in. I kept on writing paragraphs worth of sentences, but whenever I would write anything, I'd call it crap (because it usually was), and start off from square one. I'm thinking of deleting the said section all together. It wouldn't be too much of a set back, however...it is just six sentences.
I've been reading alot of manga lately though. No, not Death Note (like I really should be, since it is awesome), but Rurouni Kenshin has been absorbine me as of late. I read + downloaded around at least three volumes of the stuff last night. Nice stuff, even tho Bleach and Death Note still kicks its butt in both action and story.
But most important of all, I FINALLY got to playing Final Fantasy XII again. I didn't play it at all last week, which was a real shame. A certain something called 'real life' came into play. I realized when I was treading through the Ozmore Planes that I really, really, need to do some grinding. Its not that I'm getting my arse handed back to me. Its more along the lines that the regular enemies are taking a whole lot loner to beat than they should be, and with my expierence of World of Warcraft, I know that will mean trouble in the near future.
It’s been waaaaay too long since my last update, so I must apologize. There really aren’t any excuses, minus me being lazy, and even then, that’s a pretty crappy one. So, to those of you who actually read this, sorry.
One of the biggest news I can give you is that I have finally gotten my hands on the Mona Lisa of RPGs, Final Fantasy XII! Let me tell you that this will probably be one of my happier moments as a gamer – not only is the story amazing, with an entourage of well balanced characters, but the Real Time gameplay is way too addicting for my own good. Now, I probably would have beaten it by now if it weren’t for the fact that other matters have been distracting me. More on those later.
In game related news, I downloaded the ROM for Chrono Trigger. I can barely remember the amount of times that I have been told that this is the game that every RPG lover must play in order to be taken seriously. So, bitting the bullet, I fired it up. I was put off by the initial start off – corny dialogue was the main offender. But it was during the trial scene that I began to realize why Chrono Trigger may have had some greatness. Who would of have known that me eating some random sandwich on one of the fair’s shelves or not helping a girl find her kitten be used as motives for me being a kidnapper of a princess?
In other news, the coolest Hawaiian girl I have met online, Keyblade Wielder, has finally gotten her internet fixed since august. Finely, I get to talk videogames with a girl without feeling awkward!
