A break.

I’m sorry. I got stopped from writing for a while, *got pulled from computer for various reasons* and now I am way off track. So I will be forced to take a break. Good for many reasons. I have testing coming up so I must study and so I wouldn’t be able to write much. I will be trying to catch up on the posts I did not do. Other that that? I’ll be preparing for the long summer break. Don’t worry. I will be back. And sadly I doubt I’ll be able to reach the date I wanted to. Well, maybe. I won’t be gone long. Just enough to catch up and to get through testing.

Day 65: The Return

Wellwellwell. I has been a long while hasn’t it, my funny little unicorns? If you have read any of the fixed posts, you will know that I have been doing a lot. The big announcement I referred to is the fact that I will take part in NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. It’s a… contest of sorts… I suppose. With no real reward except for knowing that you finished a novel. What you have to do is. Start writing a novel on November 1st, (and no writing before that) and stop on November 31st. You need to reach the goal of 50,000 words before the end of the month. You can plan and make notes and such as much as you want but no actual writing and until November 1st. This is going to be a true challenge for me. To stick with it that long annnnd write something that will actually span 50,000 words. Let’s just hope I can do it hm?

ANYWAYS. Nate can talk about a lot of stuff now! Okay.
It was my birthday 5 days ago. Nothing special. A few gifts and a few family came over. The real big thing was on July 4th. Everyone was here and I got a lot of Happy Birthdays, one gift and that was it. Just a normal party, hanging around family, playing PS3. Same ol’ same ol’. Thennn… hm. There is this crazy plan that was orchaestrated by my friends and I have no idea what it is. It was supposed to happen on my birthday but of course it dodesn’t go right. So now it is this week. *shrug* Iunno. It’s all too uncool for me.

I fixed my writing style! Which is perfect. I always seemed to “rush my writing” and I was not descriptive most of the time. So. I fixed it. It took a lonnnng time but I did it… I hope. xD Might just be a one time thing. I don’t know. But yeah. That’s new…

Played lotsa new games. Just started getting into Rainbow Six Vegas 2. Seems cool. All tactical and such. Initial Impressions on that soon. I guess that I will review a few movies soon too. Since I last posted I have seen Wall-E, Get Smart and Hancock. All really good. Some better than others, but all were entertaining.

I missed this. This chance to just talk. To write.

By the end of the day, I will have this post done. I have some games calling and I will be leaving to eat soon anyways, so. See you all later. : D

Day 64: LOLWUT.

They say… the invasion started a few days ago. There was school that day… I skipped out… Stayed on the rooftop of my dad’s big business building… and I haven’t left since then. The dead now walk among us… I don’t know what to do. But then… they came… and took me… It’s never been the same.

The sky was heavy with ash and smoke in the beaten city. The ash had made its way through the city, laying itself upon the streets, turning said streets from the recognizable black to a near-white. The smoke was so thick in the streets that people had to thickly wrap their faces with clothes and try to make a dash into the streets, looking for the safe confines of a military truck or some kind of safe haven. But as soon as they left their houses, they were met with the hungry dead that walked among us. I’ve seen them do everything. Bite, rip, break, slurp, inflame, engorge… all leading to the death of the poor people on the streets. I’ve noted that it takes the innocents who are killed about an hour to rise as one of the… zombies. I’ve watched their interactions with eachother and their rudimentary forms of destruction. I’ve watched this all, from atop a mid-sized skyscraper. For some odd reason, the smoke seemed to only linger in the streets and stopped after that. From my position, I could watch all of the death and destruction while keeping myself safe. I had to take extra pre-cautions of course. When I noticed the odd things going on down below, I took a quick detour down to my fathers office and grabbed a simple Browning HP pistol that he hid under his files along with a few boxes of ammo. Not well-hidden and never used so I didn’t have to dawdle in his office longer then necessary.

Slipping back to the rooftop, hoping to keep out of the eyes of any suspicious office workers that had already managed to barricade themselves, I began to see the true wreckage. With my newly acquired weapon, I felt a bit safer to take a glance down the side of the building. The first day of watching was nothing special. Empty streets and the occasional blood-curdling scream. That was it. No deaths caught my eye and no survivors managed to escape. It was the second day that I spent atop the building that proved to me that the city had turned to hell. Out of the same building I had begun to call home, I saw a large number of men, all escaping at once. Large black Army vans took over the streets and shoveled people into them. The office workers had two vans that they had to stuff into. It was a time consuming process and by the end of it all, a large mob of the dead had made their way to the street. There was a large number of people still awaiting their safety, but apparently the Government doesn’t care. The Army had rules. And one of those rules was to leave instantly if the dead got close enough. And so, I watched as the vans pulled away. I watched desperate faces, clawing at the metal casing of each car, begging to get in. The pain on their faces was unbearable and the worst part of it all, they had not even gotten attacked yet. Even when they tried to escape, they were only met with another incoming mob. That was the first day I cried.

The third day of watching started out with instant fear. I awoke on the cold concrete, the tears still fresh on my face, to one of the dead staring down at me. Instead of simply staring gape-mouthed and wide-eyed at the zombie, I rolled to my side and reached for the pistol. The zombie simply turned my way, unmoving. What is he… stupid? Shaking in fear, I stepped towards the zombie. Its arm twitched and I cowered back a few steps. The zombie seemed frozen in its spot. It didn’t even recognize the ashes that began to call his head home. This was the first time I got a good look at one of the dead. It looked much like a human, except for pieces of flesh missing from various spots of the body and their eyes no longer held the spark of life. Not to mention the graying of their skin. Some of the dead had chunks of their bodies missing, sometimes limbs. This one was fully intact. As I stared at the zombie who was once a man, something inside me erupted. An anger sprouted from pity. This man had once lived a normal life and because of the dead below, had lost it all. Tears welled up in my eyes but I forced them back. The anger erupted in a single fluid motion. I kicked forward, fully outstretching my leg, hitting him fully in the chest. The zombie let out a groan as it fell back, off the edge of the building. I stayed my ground. I had no plan to watch the man fall to his doom. Then there was a sickening thud. Crunches and an odd slurp like noise. Finally taking my first glance down into the street, I finally noticed the smoke. It wasn’t there the first two days and yet here it was in full force. I didn’t take it as much and looked down at the zombie’s final resting place. It was a sight that I wouldn’t wish on my mortal enemy. A sick feeling developed in my stomach and the blood rushed away from my face. But I had no time to try and recover. The fools down below had noticed their friend had died and that he came from above. They managed to put one and one together and they filed into the building. Thinking quickly, I looked all around the building. To my left was a close building, only a small gap between the building I stood on and the other. Good thing this city is packed in so tight. To my advantage, I had spent most of my school time at the track and I quickly cleared the gap. Landing on my ankle, my face twisted in pain. I was certain that it had twisted. Groans came and I spent the rest of that day laying there. I wasn’t sure what happened to the zombies that came after me, but I could take a good guess. The night was full of the sickening thuds. It seems the zombies couldn’t register when there was no land beneath their feet.

That fourth night was the beginning of all the odd things. I found myself laying face first in gravel, whining and moaning about my wound. I simply could not get myself to move. Even when I heard the footsteps coming towards me. Odd chatter could be heard, I simply closed my eyes and cowered in fear. I could feel their presence over me. A large group of men. They seemed to be alive. They spoke in tongues and codes. I had no idea what was going on around me. Then, I lost consciousness. I’ll never get used to that feeling…

WOAH DANG. NEW STORY?! YEAH. NEW FIXED STYLE?! YEAH. WEWTSAUCE. NAET IS BACK AND HE IS WRITING. A LOT. 8D HE RULES LIKE YOU FOOLS DON’T EVEN KNOW DAWG. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOWWWW.

… Sorry about that… That scared me too… D:

HM. VERNE TROYER HAS A SMALL WANG.

Sorry. I think I have toure-

APPLECHEEZITPEN-NO!

D: Sorry guys. This isn’t cool at all.

I just am bored, and I do not have much to talk about.

OH! MY PODCAST. Dur.

I have started a podcast with Oscar and Kennith which is either a project that will last or is already dead, I’m not sure. It’s a gaming podcast that covers most of the bases of gaming while trying to provide entertainment at the same time. We try our best… well not really. Reviews that took little thought and moments of awkward silence are bound to be around.Tha’s what we’re good at. You can find it on iTunes or at switchpod.com. The podcast is calledz, Candy Coated Death Gaming. It’s a weird title I know, we just took one of our old jokes and put it into the title. There isn’t much of a set time for doing the podcasts. No weekly, monthly or anything. Just whenever we feel like it. Some outside forces have prevented us from doing any in the recent weeks but hopefully we’ll get back on it soon.

Nownow. Since I am back, I expect that you guys will all get along. And, I expect more people reading? : D? Please? D: … Fine. I see how it is. I’ll just be writing to myself again. Psh. I don’t need fans. Who needs fans? Not Naet, that’s for sure. 8D … Guys…? D: I miss you guys… D:

Day 63: Okay… I’m lost… D: (Sunday)

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10 Years Later…

Snowy and windy. That’s how the odd day began. The day full of tears, anger and confusion. Lucky for me, the only goddamn thing I felt was confusion and a bit of sadness I guess. The only reason I was thrown into this goddamn situation was because someone in the office called in sick and I was thrown into the case. Damned John and his damned cold. Anyways, the case came from the chief himself. He came into my office and told me all about it. I still remember his goddamn phony TV-host voice, it annoyed the hell out of me. “This Caulfield family called in. Said their son came home and trashed the place and left. Go find out what happened. You never know. A raise might be on the horizon.” I knew there was no raise on the horizon and I knew that his voice didn’t match the magnitude of the situation he had just tossed at me. So, I headed out to my car after waving at the dozens of phony assholes in the office. They truly disgust me. Waving their badges around like they are some kind of big deal when all we are is glorified babysitters. I mean honestly, all the work that we get is helping old ladies and saving cats. Nothing interesting. It’s all nice and dandy sometimes but it gets goddamn boring most of the time. This case sounded like it would be much of the same. A idiotic teen comes home and rips apart a home. Why? Probably something stupid. Drunk teen comes home and gets in trouble? Likely. But goddamn cliché. If only it was something like a nutcase coming home and finding out he’s being sent to military school. That would be the day.

I pulled into the driveway of the house that the chief told me to. It looked like hell. The door was on its goddamn hinges, the windows were broken, and even the goddamn garden was destroyed. I stepped out of the car pretty cautiously, almost as if the kid was still around. I even scanned the area, just to make sure. Then this amazingly phony woman ran out of the door. She was weeping like hell. If she wasn’t weeping like that and was a bit younger, she might have been quite a knockout, but right then? Not so much. She started screaming at me about the kid. She was crying so goddamn much it was hard to understand. But I caught most of it. She said the kid was a psycho, that he had just got out of the coo coo house when he came home to find out that his brother was in the hospital. Dying. Damn. I felt for the kid. The woman then went on and on about the brother. She said his name was D.B and that he was a writer in Hollywood. She talked about how good of a kid he was and all. To be honest, this wasn’t helping me one bit and it bored me. “Uhm. Ma’am. Focus please. What exactly happened?” Her sobs stopped and she suddenly spoke pretty clearly. It’s things like that that make me think people are phony. When they are going crazy one minute and are perfectly fine the next minute. That annoys the hell out of me. Anyways, she started to explain it all. They had expected the kid, Holden, and were all in the living room. Small family. Mother, father and daughter. Daughter’s name was Phoebe. She was supposedly close to Holden. They said that Holden had come in with a smile on his face, (she said that that was rare for him), and they all felt that he was definitely better. That the mental institute had helped. They made little talk and had a little moment as a whole family. But then they told him about D.B. They had to and… he flipped out. Ripped the damned place apart, all the while screaming about the usual stuff. “Why not me?!” and all that. “He continued on like this for about 10 minutes and then he just stopped. After he had killed my petunias… he stopped.” She spoke softly, almost like she was some phony psychic. Channeling the spirits and all that. “He came back in… and handed Phoebe a letter. And then he just left…” She wiped at her eyes with a little handkerchief. “Ma’am. May I see the letter?” She nodded and slipped back into the house. She took her damned time. I glanced down at my small I.D. The name Nathan Hermanson was rubbed out so it was something more like, “N han He ma son”. My sullen face stared back up at me. Finally the phony mother came back. This time she had brought a girl with her. Phoebe. She looked terrible. Her eyes had huge bags under them and her clothes were dirty as hell. She had obviously been crying. The two of them said nothing and Phoebe held out her hand. A paper. I grabbed hold of it and peered down at it. A scrawl of letters were seen upon the paper. Water spots blurred some of the words but it was legible. Seems that Holden was crying when he wrote the damn letter.

Dear Phoeb:

I’m sorry Phoeb. I can’t be around you guys like this. I’m a goddamn mess. I know I’m not like anyone else. I’m a nutcase. I can’t be fixed Phoeb. The docs here can’t do anything. They let me out cause I was a lost cause. I don’t know what to do Phoeb. D.B called. He told me all about being shot down in Hollywood… I told him that Hollywood was no good for him. Anyways, anything I might do when I come home… it’s all to give me a reason to leave. Forever. I’m gonna find some cliff Phoeb… I’m gonna catch those kids. That’s all I have going for me…everything else has gone wrong. Everything has gone damned wrong! Allie’s gone, D.B’s leaving and I’m losing my mind. Just… stay the same Phoeb. Live. Don’t go nuts. Make Mom and Dad proud. I couldn’t but you can. Phoeb. Just… stay a kid as long as you can. Growing up is damned hard.
Sincerely,

Holden Caulfield

I stared down at the letter, amazed. “Ma’am. I’ll take some stuff back with me and we’ll keep in contact. We’ll find your son. I promise you.” The daughter and mother were too busy crying to care anymore. I had changed from the damned fool that I usually am, to the professional police officer that I’m supposed to be. Before leaving, I waited with the family until the clean-up crew came. They all were pretty shaken up and I couldn’t learn much more from them. Once the crew came, I drove straight back to the offices. Everything seemed different. The phony assholes were all quiet and weren’t in anyway assholes. The Chief didn’t criticize me. And the queerest of all, I felt sad. I sat at my desk. Holden… he’s just like me… he wrote just like me… and look where he’s gone… My thoughts were broken up by a phone ringing. “Hello? Oh hey. Hm?” It was the cleanup crew. They had found Holden. Sadly enough… there was no one around to catch him. He was gone. And I could end up the same.

I seriously am doing terrible. D: I don’t even get where I am with all of this. D: This isn’t going well. D: I need to get back in this. I feel badz. D: I am definitely in trouble for this. xD As in, punishment trouble. All after I figure out what’s going on of course. Hehe.

So. I think this is supposed to be Sunday’s post… and I still have to write Monday’s…

NOW. ANOTHER STORY! THIS ONE IS BY CLAUDIA. : D

Once up on a time, there was this queen that was a total bitch, and no one liked her. She yelled at everyone to bring her food. Telling them they were worthless people only alive to cook and bring her dinner. The queen ate and ate and ate. She was a fat ass, her life as a queen was based on eating anything she can get her hands on. Some people could have sworn they’ve seen her eat her own young ones because she was so hungry one day.

Then the people of her kingdom decided to do something about it and made a plan. They bought and cooked for her all the food that she had ever wished for. Getting her bigger and bigger, nice and plump like a big juicy tomato. months and months passed by. They fed her freshly made pies, scrumptious cakes, and dishes with the smell of such scrumptious food that would make your mouth water the instant you smelled them.

Finally, the day came when she was so big she didn’t fit in hallways, or could walk though a door. So she would just lay in bed and have her servants take her her food to her room.

The servants all got together with the people in the queens kingdom and when into the queens gigantic room in her castle and slaughtered the queen.

That night they baked the fat queens body in a gigantic oven laid down with a apple in her mouth like a cooked pig. They ate and they ate until there was only bones left. They danced the night away and then went home. On their way out of the castle the Kingdom people highfived the servants for their great successful plan and they lived happily ever after. The End. :]

I MUST BE OFF. Needta sleep. D; Night guise.

Day 60, 61, 62: MAH GOD.

Too busy. Dad’s birthday, friends coming over, constantly running around. Now. Time to get all of this out of the way so I can mope. And be in pain… stupid arm. ANYWAYS. Soo much I had to do this weekend so far. Projects to do. Family having birthdays.

BUT ALAS. I still have a committment.

Gawd. I think I have a moving tumor guys. A pain started early this morning in my left leg. As the day progressed, it left my leg and went up to me left arm. I had been out of the house this whole time. I finally get home and the pain is in my right arm. But everything else is fine. My right arm is just dead. D: Not cool at all. D:

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Lance Voltaire. He’s an odd kid. Always has been. I don’t know what’s wrong with that kid. They say he came from a war-torn country. “But hey. I don’t judge.” The man speaking stood behing a bar counter. He was speaking to a group of raggedy old drunks. “Yeahyeah. No-one’s talked to him. Frankly. I don’t want to.” Just then, the ‘kid’ they spoke of entered the bar. “That’s a nice way to talk about a new guest.” He spoke with a grin. His fluffy greyed hair was windblown and his blackened eyes scanned the bar. “Just the usual drunks then?” Voltaire was obviously cocky. He made his way over to the bar in an almost glide. On his way over, he had made passes at the various waitresses and some young women in the bar. Each of them gave him a glare of pure hate, but he still wore a smirk on his face when he reached the bar. “Your strongest.” The bartender rose his eyebrows in surprise. “Aren’t you just a kid?” “If being twenty is a kid, then what are you… a senior?” The drunks all laughed in unison. The bartender nodded slowly, sarcastically laughing. “Rightright. So the strongest I have hm?” He held up a hand and disappeared under the counter. Lance tried to peer over the counter and right when he did, the bartended popped up with a keg in hand. The keg had warnings all over it. “My strongest…” He nodded with a devious smile upon his face. Lance stared long and hard at the keg. It was icy and the room’s temperature had it smoking. He examined it well. With a shrug, Lance pulled the keg over, ripped off the entire top part of the keg with his hands and chugged the drink down. The neon green liquid spilt onto the floor and onto his clothes. Some people within the bar had turned to see what the commotion was about and by the time he had downed the entire keg, everyone had turned their way. A hush had grown over the people and whispers broke out when Lance slammed the keg back onto the counter. “5 guys died… when they took a sip…” “I guess… he truly is what the stories say…” “Poes…” “Is it really… him…?” Lance gave a nod to the various people speaking. “Yeahyeah. I am the kid you all think is fake. I am Lance Voltaire. I am the Poe Killer. I guess I’m glad that you all believe me now.” He gave a bow and turned back to the bartender who was stuck in a state of shock. “Another keg good sir.” The smirk had never left Lance’s face. “I’m thirsty.”

That was terribly written. And I mean terribly. I guess that is what you get from me at 2 in the morning. BDawbdiawhdoiaw. I will finish this tomorrow, while I eat my cereal. I definitely need to get punished for all of this.

PERSONA 3 IMPRESSIONS

Persona 3 is a JRPG that plays pretty well. It follows a group of teens with a special ability to awaken a spirit inside of them called Persona. They are a force that fight for the person. They are activated by using a special item called the Evoker that is shaped like a gun. You basically shoot yourself in the head and the Persona will come out and attack. It’s a pretty cool concept. The game starts out with a pretty well animated anime-like scene (don’t know if there is a term for such a scene) and it shows a kid on train headed to some new place and blahblah and people in coffins blahblah. Creepy weird new place blahblah. Chick with gun… but then it’s all safe. Confusing story and I dun want to explain… xD Just know that it’s pretty good. There are many aspects to the game that are very cool. Half of the game is story based gameplay and the other half is fun messing around. By fun messing around I mean, the ability to date, hang out with friends and mess around at the city’s mall. You can do this during the day time of the game and if you choose any of these activities and then after you are done with any of these things, you return to the dorm where you live with the other teens that have the Persona and have the choice to sleep, study, play an MMO (not really play it but it increases some stat) and go to Tartarus. Tartarus is this hub for the baddies. It is only around during the Dark Hour, which is an hour after midnight in which all people without Persona are thrown into coffins and Shadows roam the streets and shiz. Shadows are the baddies. Tartartus is a large tower that replaces the school during the Dark Hour and you must journey into it, exploring each floor. This is where the game takes on the feel of a dungeon crawler. Each floor has different attributes. Dead-ends, treasures, Shadows, portals that you can use to head back to the bottom floor and stairs that lead to the next floor are around on each floor. You can fully explore each floor and destroy each enemy. (This game has the feature where the enemies are visible and if you bump into them a fight will commence. So you can avoid them and blah.) Or you can just zoom through a floor, collecting treasure, avoiding enemies and head to the next floor. I like the feel of this whole dung- er… Tower craw- er… Climbing, it is well done. The battles are fast paced and fun to play through. The battle system is cliche and unique at the same time. You can fight when ready but if you miss the enemy or are taken off guard, you lose a turn of attacking. It’s fun and easy to get into.

Persona 3 is a really fun game and is one of the better RPG’s I have played in a while. I would pick it up if I were you, expect a full review soon. : D

Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian Initial Review

Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian was a much darker predecessor to the first movie. Much more fights and angsty teen preformances are all around in this movie. Almost following the lead that Harry Potter started, Narnia follows the four kids as they muck around in their times, missing Narnia. A horn is blown and the Narnian Quartet are sucked back into the world. They have to save Narnia once more! Without spoiling too much, I will explain a bit. Prince Caspian is the should-be King but once a son is born in the family, they no longer need Caspian and the royalties look to kill him. Caspian escapes, blows the horn when he is followed but is saved by some furry animals. Our heroes are thrown onto some beach and are filled in on how Narnia has degraded. They join forces with Caspian to try and stop the humans in Narnia from destroying what Narnia was supposed to be. It was a good entertaining movie and I felt it was just as good as the first. This one obviously took a turn for the average movie goer though with the violent fights and teen romance. Heh. I would recommend it though.

Jonathan Coulton Thing a Week One Review

JoCo’s Thing a Week project was simple. Write a song for each week, for a year. Some would believe that it would start out strong and fizzle out as it strung on but he only seemed to get better as the Weeks went on. Thing a Week One features a wide range. A perfect cover, a few mixes of soundclips, full original songs and songs done by a computer! Comedy is definitely around here. A song features multiple soundclips from President Bush and is mixed so it seems like Bush is insulting himself. He should be. But yeah, good song, as are most of the other songs in this album. Baby Got Back is covered here and is slowed down to a snail’s pace. It is turned from the fast hip hop song that it is to a slow acoustic ballad. I love the way he changed it. Really well done. All in all, Thing a Week One is a great introduction to the Thing a Week Project.

(WILL FIX AFTER RETURN)

Day 59: Lul.

Woah. First time in a while that I do… a singular post. Without any odd circumstances. Hehe.

ANYWAYS. A BUNCH OF ODD SHORT STORIES! MOST OF THEM ARE SAPPY.
Non-Sappy

They say that I died a year ago. I don’t remember myself. All I remember is that my current state of living is unacceptable. I walk among these living bastards. And they don’t even know it. The living call us ghosts. But we call them the ‘ghosts’. They don’t realize how good they have it. We’re dead. They’re alive. They have no reason to complain. We have to rebuild. We have to live with the knowledge that we were killed. And we have to replay our dying moment… everyday. And the living… they complain cause they stubbed their toe…

Sappy Ones

The kid stood at the fence of the elegant house. His ruffled hair slightly swaying in the wind. He stood there, tears drying on his face. The sun was still out and was hot enough to start the process of melting of the boy’s chocolates. These chocolates were placed in a heartshaped box. These chocolates, would go unopened. These chocolates were the reason there were tears drying on his face. “No… it’s not the chocolates… it’s you…” He jabbed a finger into his chest, still staring at the house in front of him. The events that predecessed the tears were something he’d try to forget. Something he’d repress. But he wouldn’t do either. Simply because he couldn’t. Love is too strong to forget. Too strong to repress. So. He’d just think. Think and think.

End of Sappy 1
“Love is stupid…” A teen spoke to his accomplice with his face in his arms. “She isn’t worth all this pouting is she…?” No response. “Of course you don’t know. She’s amazing man… Perfect. Beautiful. Smart. Loves everything that I do. And more. I mean. If I looked for a flaw… I just wouldn’t be able to find one… and I will never have her. D’you know how much that sucks?” Again no response. “Course not. You’re all living peachy cause of your situation. Found a girl who stays. I’ve always been a dork. Awkward and quiet. You, on the other hand, don’t need to worry about finding a girl. You have at least a dozen girls waiting… and me… I thought I had her. Guess I was wrong huh…?” He picked his head up. And there she was. Sitting there. Where he expected to see his best friend sat his reason for heartache. She had a smile on her face. She kissed him that day. Ever since? Happy. Happy as they could be.

End of Sappy 2

The cold weather brought a chill to her bare skin. She had no time to grab a jacket when she ran from home. They wouldn’t grant her anytime. She was surprised that she even had time to grab her phone. Home was terrible. Life was terrible. Tears ran down her face, but luckily rain had come and it camoflouged the tear tracks. The tears were everflowing and she was shaking. Pure sadness caused the shaking, but the cold weather and rain pelting at her bare skin did not help at all. She had nothing anymore. Nothing to care for. Nothing to look for. Nothing. Then, the jacket was placed over her shoulders, the handkerchief cleaned her face, the arm was wrapped around her shoulders, and the boy was there. “Don’t cry… I promised I’d help didn’t I?” He gave a small smile. The smile was warm and full of sincerity. The girl choked back the sobs and nodded. “I can’t stand to see you cry like that.” He kept the smile on as he continued to clean her face. “Th-th-they.” He stopped her. “No. They’re nothing now.” She looked up at his warm, concerned face. “Just you and me…” The rain pelted down on him, his hair drooped onto his face. She had barely realized that no rain had hit her. He shielded her from all the rain. He had done all of this… for her. “I’ll always he-” His lips were stopped. By hers.

End of Sappy 3
“And so. Hyperbolas standard equation is?” The class recited as one. “X squared over A squared minus Y squar-” “Psst. Hey.” A young teen broke out of his trance and turned to the person sitting next to him. His best friend. A radiant beauty who he had known for years. Like every cliche, he had fallen for her. He’d loved her as a friend and knew that his love surpassed that. But he couldn’t do anything. “Whaaat? I need to listen. I don’t get this shizz.” She nervously tossed a paper onto his desk and nodded. “Read it. Important.” He had turned down to glance at the paper and as such, he didn’t spot the blush that developed on her face. He slowly unfolded the paper and read slowly. I know. I know that you’ve loved me. And I know that you think you can’t try anything. That I don’t share these feelings. That I would just shoot you down. Make you embarassed. But. I do. I have. You are truly the only person I could see my self happy with. And I feel stupid for only saying this now. So. Just know. You can try. Shock wouldn’t settle in. He was too busy tiding the high of what he had learned. The bell rang and the entire class of 54 barreled to the door. Two stayed behing. Those two… locked lips.

End of Sappy 3

“So. There’s this girl. Known her for a while now. I don’t think I can put it into words… but… I’ll try. If there ever is such a thing as pure beauty… it’s here. Inside and out. Her thoughts, her abilities, her feelings. So beautiful. Her looks. Relevant to my interests.” He stops to laugh. “So amazing. I mean. Look up the definition of awesomely amazing. She’s there. I hope that… she’ll always be near. Always be someone to talk to. Cause… she’s amazing.” He spoke up to the judge. “So. Sir. Let her off. What harm did she do… besides…” He stopped. “Hurting hearts in this courtroom.” He let out a laugh. Smirks broke out in the jury. The judge nodded. “… Very convincing. You truly are a persuasive man.” The man nodded with the smirk. “I only speak the truth.”

THAT ONE WAS QUITE ODD AS WELL.

Well. Another season of American Idol is done. David Archuleta and David Cook faced off last night and the votes came in. The winner? David Cook. By 12 million votes. They both deserved the win. They both were amazing. It really is true. Archuleta was a great singer who is more suited for ballads and epic songs like that. He has an amazing voice. David Cook on the other hand is more suited for rock ballads and the rock genre. But he also has an amazing voice and can pull off many different things. Both these guys deserved to win. And they both are going to have great careers. I can’t wait to see what they come out with. The two of ‘em.

Watching David Cook win… it made me realize something. Dreams come true. Damnz. They really do. He was a bartender who only auditioned because his brother made him. He worked at it and improved week in and week out. He performed a wonderful version of Billy Jean and continued to live his dream. He made it to the end and I truly envy him. My dreams will be hard to reach but at least now I know that I can get to them. I know I will get to those dreams. I have a steep hill climb, but I will do it. I WILLZ. 8D

I AM TIRED. I NEED MOAR SAPPY STORIES TO WRITE. D: MOAR STUFF TO DO! WDBOAWBDI. Lul. I’m having a buy-off with Oscar. Meh. Screw it. I needta focus on writing.

SIGH. I keep thinking. And I can’t stop. It’s the patented Naet thing. So I dunno what to do. I have nothing to fix it with. At least I have a four day weekend coming up. Should be fun. Get my mind off of things. Play some Persona. Sleep. Write and try and set up some time to hang out with some one. Anyone. Cause if not, I will officially have no life. Lulz.

100 wordssss. You know what that means! It’s time for the hundred word countdownnnn.

Introducing! MR. NAET!

Naet: WELL HERE IT GOES. THE WORDS ARE FLYING OUT OF THE GATES. WORD ONE DROPS BACK TO THE END OF THE PACK  AND WORD 1500 SLOWLY MAKES IT’S WAY FORWARD. OHMY! WORD 1000 DROPS AND ALL OF THE WORDS BEHIND HIM DROP ALONG WITH HIM! ALL THAT IS LEFT IS WORDS 1500 and 1400. THIS QUITE AMAZING. WHAT WILL HAPPEN? NO ONE KNOWS! 1400 PULLS AHEAD! 1500! 1400! MY GOD, THIS IS TRULY A SPECTACLE OF WORD RACING! WHAT WILL HAPPEN?

1500 wins. Night loves.

Day 57, 58: GAWD. I NEEDTA STOP GETTING GROUNDED.

I just did some calculations… and I might end up with more days than I need. This is not cool. Get grounded completely kills me and ruins the blog. It really does. I don’t even know my schedule anymore and it is hard to get through these now. D: Not fun at all. Anyways. Time to get through this one.

I have been thinking alot again. Patented Nate hm? Sigh. But no. This isn’t a place for moping and act all emoz. This isn’t a place for laemness. This is a place for talking it up, writing stories and reviewing stuff. And telling you about my day and such… but I am too lame to do that. So. Hah. Today. Stories and stuff. :B

Zombie Untitled

“… They say… that it all started in New York… The news reports… said it started after a kid was bit by some kind of animal. There was no official report… but after the kid was bit…” The man stopped and wiped his eyes. “After he… died… he came back… and the family rejoiced… they were in the hospital when the kid rose up from the hospital bed.” His voice broke and he settled himself. The man’s questioner spoke lightly after the man cleared his throat. “Take your time sir.” The man nodded and began again. “The boy reportedly bit into his mothers throat and ripped his fathers face. His strength was unbelievable. The boy killed all of those in the hospital… and then moved to the streets. The people killed within the hospital had all come back to life. Just like the kid…” The questioner nodded quickly, nervously jotting down each and every word. A skill he had developed in his college years. “And from there… these… beasts… moved westward. No one knew what to do. All the things seen in movies, games, stories… none of it worked on these… ‘zombies’. So they walk the earth… and we… we all live down here. Beneath the soil. Breathing artificial air, living artificial lifes… and I’m sick of it. That’s why we’ve begun a resistance force. That land up above? It’s ours. Not theirs. They’re walking on our soil…” The man looked away. “You know all about it though don’t you… I feel embarassed mentioning our little force… compared to what you did up there… we’re nothing. We all know. We will all remember the name. Sam Hawes. ” The questioner stopped writing. Pain glazed over his eyes. “Those days… are behind me…”

It was May 30th 2010. Sam Hawes sat in a small park in San Diego. The news reports stated that the ‘zombies’ had made their way through Ohio. They were getting closer. Sam had many worries but he knew that he was set for them. He was ready to make his name known. They would attack and he would win.

That was odd. And short. Cut short.

I need games. New games. Soon. I am currently waiting for Persona 3 and Dark Sector. I am in need of a good RPG. Desperate for RPG’s. I have begged for Final Fantasy 7. Begged for any RPG. D: I am in need of games other than shooters and third person action games. I dedicated a few days to Grand Theft Auto IV and now I have finished the story. I must now move onto a new game to beat. I’ll still play GTA and all that, but I need a new focus. D:

ANNNNNYWAYS.

Writing has become hard to do when you lose your schedule and lose topics.

Yay for 4-day weekends! : D School is nearly over which means a summer full of writing! Joy! I seriously have to do something about my non-writingness and alone-ness. D:

OHOH. I am going to start two simultaneous game playthroughs. Chrono Trigger and Super Mario RPG. My top two favorites yo. 8D Besides FF8, which I have played 50 trillion times.

I just hope it all cooperates with me. No lag with sound and shiz. No glitches. No lagginess. And I don’t suck at either game. I haven’t played either in a while and I have only beaten Super Mario RPG. As for Chrono Trigger…? Hehe…

My sister is back in town! Which is awesome since my nieces birthday lies upon the same day as my dads. :B So I get to see my niece and my sister! They were out in the East for a while so yeah. : D Maybe next is my brother? : D? Hopefully.

GAH. Stress sucks. Algebra 2 test tomorrow… and I am not ready at all. Too many equations. Too little time.

I have many projects in the works. Such as. A Podcast! Me and a friend are beginning work on a podcast that will cover gaming and other things. I hope it goes through and people listen. If not… I will cry. D;

I feel sick all of a sudden. Weak and my head hurts… let’s just hope it passes hm?

Well this blog post has gone from bad to worse on terms of topic.

NOW. THE SONG OF THE MONTH!

Big Bad World One – Jonathan Coulton

All alone by the table of food in my wrinkled suit and my borrowed tie
Only thinking of something to say in the moment after the girl walks by
Everyone else is having fun or else pretending to
I eat another crudite

I quit, I’m done
I don’t think it’s gonna work out OK
It’s no fair and it’s no fun
If every time it’s gonna end the same way:
Me zero
Big bad world one

At the office we’re all having cake cause it’s someone’s birthday I don’t know who
Get my plate and I’m scanning the room and the only seat is right next to you
I get the nod, the tiny smile that doesn’t come with teeth
Maybe you don’t know who I am

I quit, I’m done
I don’t think it’s gonna work out OK
It’s no fair and it’s no fun
If every time it’s gonna end the same way:
Me zero
Big bad world one

Staying inside lying in bed
Noticing something that’s not there
Follow my heart follow my head
I’ll follow anything that might get me somewhere

Catch her eye when she’s pouring my coffee and search my head for an opening line
But I see by the look on her face if I keep my mouth shut I’ll save some time
What if the best that I can be just isn’t good enough?
Isn’t it better not to know?

I quit, I’m done
I don’t think it’s gonna work out OK
It’s no fair and it’s no fun
If every time it’s gonna end the same way:
Me zero
Big bad world one

This song is pure awesome just like sir Coulton. It is based within an office party but it is deeper than that. A man who is sick of the world and society taking its toll on him and his problems. But the main goal of the song is basically. “Man can’t find love.” Or as Coulton himself puts it. “Sadsack can’t find love.” Sadsack. Odd word. This song has been one of my favorites of his. I dunno why. Haven’t seen him play it live though. D; Hope to see him many times in the future. Jonathan Coulton is amazing live and is a nice guy. In a way I hope he doesn’t get too big. I want him to be successful but I want him to keep that whole feeling where you know that he will come out and talk to you after his shows. That he will take the time to sign things and talk to each and every fan. He’s pretty epic.

Sports

Padres won today after a 3-run homer off the bat of Kevin Kouzmanoff in the 6th inning. They were down 2 runs and struggling. But Kouz came in and got us a much needed win. With Peavy sent to the disabled list, we have lost the best player on the team. And the team is slowly sloping downwards. A win like that is just what we needed. Good Job Pads.

(Wrote this bit on July 7th, 2008)

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Time was limited in this factitious world. A world full of phonies. A world manufactured by the repercussions of constant war. A world created by war could only lead to failure. As did this world. In it’s years of infancy, high hopes and arrogant fools filled the land. In the years that followed, these hopes and fools both realized just how wrong they were.

In the heart of this degrading world, a once thriving bar set up shop. The bar sat at the intersection of the two main roads of the capital city. These roads were once spotless and filled with successful people. Now, these roads were nothing but dirt paths and home to the filthiest people. Inside the bar, where cheery faces and drunken euphoria were at the top of the menu, sat our hero.

The bar was mostly deserted, with only a few straggling homeless littered here and there within a few booths. Sitting at the bar, our scabrous hero ordered another round of drinks. The man wore the clothes of a traveler. Not one of the time period, but nothing seemed to fit the time period anymore. A small hat shaded his face, just enough to cover the large scar that ran through one eye. The other eye, completely revealed, shined brightly in the dark, dirty bar. It’s striking shade of blue was nearly unavoidable should you look him in the eye. He could be considered handsome, if you could look past the obvious war-torn face and the pain in his eyes. Gruff stubble rested on his scarred face as he shoved glass upon glass into his face.

“Another round… bartender! Bartender!” Spittle flew out as his rough screams called for the man who fed his obsession. A small voice chimed from the back.

“I’m coming, don’t hurt yourself.” A short man in his late forties came from a room beyond view. Presumably, the stock room.

“Straight vodka?”

“What else have I drank?” The small men let out a sigh and poured our hero his drink. His thoughts were purely for business. If the man wishes to drink himself to death, let it be. As long as he pays. And he did. In exact change as well. The bartender praised him for that, and only that.

As the drunkard continued his binge, some transients to his left caught his attention.

“D’you hear? The damned bastards that are,” he paused and lifted his hands, creating quotation marks in the air, “ ‘in control’ are goin’ through thissere’ main city to clean up and recruit. They wanna…” The man stopped for a bit.

“Save the city…” The two transients shared a laugh. Obviously, they were beyond what people would call drunk. Our hero turned to the bartender.

“Is what they say true, short man?” Giving a scowl, the bartender gave a curt nod.

“Yes it is true. I heard it over the broadcast.” He gestured to a small T.V above them.

“They say,” he cleared his throat and took on a much deeper tone of voice, “we are here to make a change! And we will start with the capital city! We broke apart from the United States for a reason! We will not become broken, as they have! We will not only be cleaning the streets, but we will be looking for people to help us in our goal of saving this world! Come! Come and help!” The bartender recited the speech with enough emotion to cause our hero to stop drinking. A job.

“When are they coming?” Our hero spoke with a slur, obviously nearing his limit.

“Tomorrow. So if you’re looking to shack up with these men, I’d suggest you take the rest of the day off.” Our hero scoffed, downing his last full glass.

“I’ve only begun drinking, little ma-” Just as quickly as he began to talk, he was down. Face first into a pool of his spilled drink and other foreign liquids. Just before he was completely out, he heard the bartender chuckle. “Just like Tane…”

A few head-ache strengthening rays of light managed to trickle in from the tattered shades and wake our hero. He grumbled, groping around his area for his gun. A olden-styled revolver. Six shooter. He knew how to reload it quickly, faster than anyone and that was his claim to fame. His only good attribute, some might say. His fingers found the wooden grip of his old friend and they wrapped themselves around it. Slowly pulling it from it’s ‘cage’, our hero sat up. A throbbing pain came to life within his head. It was so painful it sent him back to his laying position upon the bed. Our hero took his first look at the place he rested on. It held a brownish color that indicated it was once white, and something had stained it. Holes in the sheets revealed an even dirtier mattress. Once or twice, he thought he spotted, what could only be, bugs. With a disgusted groan, he managed to get himself to sit up. The pain worsened, but he merely grimaced and raised the gun that rested in his left hand. Lifting the barrel to his lips, he gave it a warm kiss.

“Good morning my pretty…” Our hero turned the gun, pointing it at his temple. His face was calm, his eyes steady. Without a second of hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

“Bang…” He mockingly fell to his side, as his body fell limp. The gun bounced off the bed, onto the hardwood floor. His little mock-suicide tided his boredom, and he found himself lost in thought about the consequences, if he ever did actually pull the trigger of a loaded gun. At himself. Our hero let out a sigh as he ran a dirt covered finger over his scar. “If only it was that easy…”

“ ‘EY! BAREND! HURRY UP! THOSE OFFICIALS STARTED THEIR SEARCH.”

Our hero, finally named, hopped in surprise. “Gawd… EVER KNOCK?”

Laughter and footsteps were the only reply. Grumbling, Barend grabbed his belt scabbard and had it set in seconds. Letting out one last sign, our hero, Barend, set out on the beginning of his… long adventure.

My newest piece of work that should be my new main focus. It is inspired by the Dark Tower series, but is much different. Set in a futuristic world that was torn by war and thrown into the life of the old western days of no law or order. Barend is a careless gunslinger of sorts. He is one who cares not for his life or others lives. And he is intent on keeping it that way. No matter what. When the officials come searching for people to help clean the streets, he meets someone from his past and the journey begins.

Ohsmack. It’s like the back of a book. So lame and such. Heh.

I have a lot to do. Read and write. Perfect the art. Become the writer I wanted to be. Get everything worked out. It’s going to be tough. I will keep the basic structure of my style (if I have one) but slow it down and describe things thoroughly. It should be fun. Lots of writing for me.

I have a few movie reviews on the horizon. Wall-E and Hancock. Both very enjoyable movies. One a bit more enjoyable than the other. Which? I’d like you to guess. Tell me. Once the reviews are out, you’ll be able to know for yourselves. I just want to see what kind of moviegoer you peg me as. Hehe.

Writing shall be my main focus for a long while. Gaming took over for a lonnnnnng time but here I am. Back in the chair. Writing away. I really hope that I can become a better writer. I have the tools, I just need to use ‘em. And use ‘em right. Blehbleh. And as such, I will be taking part in NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month in November. You start a novel on November 1st and you continue to write it until the end of the month. No editing and you must reach the milestone of 50,000 words or 175 pages. It shall be very hard, but I hope to accomplish that goal. Long nights, planning and balancing will all take place during my time of writing. I’ll be back in school during that time so it’ll be tough, but if I write an upwards of 1500 words a day, I should be able to pull it off. But, as proven with this here blog, I have a tendancy to slack off and wait for a long while before finally starting. Le’ss hope I don’t that hm? Heh.

Here it is. The first completed post of my return. The one before this is still in the works and so are the ones ahead of it. I will be done fixing by Wednesday. I hope to get some other writing besides this in. Finish this post and the one behind it and I will be done for the day. :B

I miss writing. I miss you guys. I miss the blog. And most of all, I miss being happy with my work. I finally have become happy with my work. It’s a satisfying feeling to read over what I have wrote and go, “Damn. That was actually decent.” It’s usually like. “Jesus… what did I just do… is that even considered writing?”

ANYWAYS. I am back. I am ready. And I will pwn writing up teh arse. :B Naet will win teh battle against words and he will put them together the right way so that they sound pretty. :B I hope you guys will strap in for the ride. It’ll be a long and bumpy one. Believe me. Stress and busy work. Preparing for a novel and working on Karma. As much as I would like to say this is going to be fun… it isn’t.

Night loves.

Day 54, 55, 56: Here we go… *sigh*

Jeez. I did it again. Distractions pulled me away and I lost my focus and as such lost days in the process. BUT I HAVE NO MORE DISTRACTIONS. NO MORE THOUGHTS. NO MORE THINKING. It just ruins your head.

I have a lot to write today. So let us get to it. First off. Let’s get some stories out of the way hm?  First off, I will be writing a short story for mah friend Claudia. She requested and I agreed to do it. Should be fun. HERE IT IS.
Hay Naet Hay

Cool windy days. Something I dearly miss in this month of May. Heat waves battered the U.S coast to coast. Situated in Chula Vista, I knew this well. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I walked down the street, headed to the bank. And the fact that I wore a black hoodie with the hood pulled over my ears and large black cargo pants, it was no surprise that the sweat had formed on more than my forehead. I walked down the street with authority. The authority of the king. More specifically, the authority of the Banana King. I had only learned of my position as King an hour ago. The person that informed me of this was a hobo. At the corner of Broadway and H, a hobo had approached me. He ranted about the apocalypse and rights for the homeless. But when I walked by, he approached me specifically and muttered these words. “Bacon gravy biscuits. Cheese mongler toy? Poo gun banana!” His voice was gravelly and scratchy. Scary. But, instead of taking the sane response to that and running away, I stood there and stared at this man. This once sane and completely normal man who now, with his rat friends, lived in a box outside of the 7-11. His clothes were a patchwork of cardboard and loose pieces of newspaper. And worst of all? His best friend was a Cheeto that he once found on the sidewalk. I only knew this because he muttered about that after the odd sentence. I broke out of my stare and slowly began to walk away. Then, as if possessed, the hobo bolted towards me. “No sir! You cannot leave. Time is of the essence. Do you not know your duties?!” I wanted to walk away. My head said walk away, my heart said walk away, my entire body said walk away. But I stood there. “What…?” “Sir! Your position as Banana King is currently being challenged by a unicorn in an alternate universe. You must head over there.” “… THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU.” My sanity had finally snapped in and I dashed away. Once I reached a safe distance, I stopped and caught my breath. “Damned… crazies…” And then it happened. An odd circle filled with light appeared in front of me. Two horses with some odd stick on their heads popped through it. One was red and the other was blue. They started talking about some kind of amulet in a high-pitched voice. Then they came out at me. They told me they needed the amulet and the red one assaulted me. It had tackled me down and slipped my lucky necklace onto it’s neck. As it did so, it spoke of the Banana King. Saying that my necklace was the King’s amulet. Had I not been hurting due to the blow of the horses assault, I would have sworn I had gone crazy. “Hey! Give it back!” The odd horse merely giggled and popped back through the circle of light. Its blue companion joined him. … What just happened… Am I crazy… or did I just see… unicorns… I sat down and thought for a while. They had spoken of the Banana King, just like the hobo. Either I was simply going crazy and related to something in the past or it was some kind of sign. Bored and curious, I made my way back to the hobo. The hobo was on the floor talking to his Cheeto. “Hey… what do I do to get rid of this… challenge?” The hobo looked up with a grin.

And that leads me to my current position. Walking down the street, headed to the bank. The hobo told me that the only way to get rid of the threat was to pay them off. Being bored enough to attempt to steal a few thousand dollars, I shrugged it off and decided that these crazies would be fun to pursue for a while. Once I made it into the bank, I slipped the hood off of my face. Letting my long hair out, I adjusted myself. Underneath my coat lay two similar revolvers. Olden-styled. Much like the type you’d see in old western movies. But these only looked like the olden day guns. Sure they loaded the same way, but everything else was modernized. I had them modified after I picked them off some New Yorker. They were my trusty partners whenever I needed something… gone. No hesitation. I sped up to the nearest teller and pulled them both out. “Money. Now.” Luckily, this teller was stupid and quickly did as told. This brown haired teen forwarded stacks of hundreds into a small sack I got. No one caught sight of the gun or the money passed into the sack. All around us the day went on as normal. Sane people spoke quietly and laughed together. Sane people went about their day. And I stole from a foolish teller to pay off two unicorns. “Hurry.” The teen responded. By the time I gathered around 5000$, I stopped the fool and gave a toothy smile. “Have a nice day.”

Thinking that I had made it out with no problems, I kept the toothy smile on as I left the bank. But of course that never happens. The circle of light re-appeared. And so did the unicorns. They spoke endlessly. In Spanish… Then the blue one gathered the money and disappeared through the light. The red one stayed behind and attacked me. I fell to the ground and passed out. I slowly faded back into consciousness just as the doctor spoke. “His injuries… are all self-inflicted.”

That’s it. Pretty out there. Took a Charlie the Unicorn 2 turn and went to a mentally unstable guy robbing a bank. I dunno. But back to focus on my real projects. HERE IS THE NEXT PART OF THE UNTITLED STORYYY.

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Hobbling over, I surprised myself and actually managed to slip into the car without much pain. “Get out of here. Get somewhere safe. Not your house. They’ll be there too. We need somewhere they wouldn’t check.” The car didn’t move. “No thinking. Just drive. It’ll come to you.” Victorius nodded and pulled the car away from the door. The enemy inside were slowly breaking out of the shock of a man flying from a doorway and landing across the room dead. Some had even began to shoot out at the car. Bullets slowly began to rain upon the car. Jack pulled out of there as quick as he could, at the same time protecting both the car and myself. “Thanks Jack. Now. Where are we headed?” “Uncles house. Outskirts of town, quiet, secluded.” I nodded in approval. “Lead the way.”
Oh gawdz. I r tired now. I can’t even continue the story enough. D:
Jonathan Coulton’s show was simply amazing. I swear, it was great. The place was pretty tiny and we were all packed in like sardines. It was terribly hot, JoCo called it the sweatiest show ever, and I had to sit on the floor meaning I sat on knees most of the time to get a good view. It was terribly painful and hot, but it was all worth it. To see Jonathan Coulton out there, singing amazingly and performing great. It was awesome truly was. He went through most of his well known songs, including Code Monkey, Still Alive, RE: Your Brains, and Tom Cruise Crazy. His performances were all great, even the bug filled performance of Mr. Fancy Pants, in which Mr. Coulton rick rolled the entire room. Wonderfully done. It was an amazing show and was made even better by the fact that I got to speak to JoCo, get autographs and got to stand about a foot away from him. It was coo’. Jonathan Coulton is one of the only people left that is made of pure win.
NOW. I think you should check out the creative, random and awesome mind of my friend Claudia. Here are two of her stories.
Joe the French Fry

Dear F.F.F.(French Fry Factory),
The names Joe. I was born in one of Crankfords potato plantations. While growing up my mother would tell me that one day I would be able to see more than dirt, when I finally would get pulled out from our rich mother we would go off in search for a little puddle to build our small potato house by, where I would be able to grow potato spuds of my own. I always dreamed of getting a real nice looking potato to spend the rest of my life with, and I did, Kiki. She was the best one there was in our small cliche of tatoes. I was happy once, until your workers decided to take us out of the ground and make us into something else. Some kind of monsters. But for that I plan to make you pay, and you shall.
-Joe, The French Fry
Joe gets the small piece of paper and stuffs it into a small Barbie size envelope. He grabs the gigantic stamp, that takes up both hands to pick it up. Joe licks the back of the stamp until his mouth is dry and his lips are parched then he slaps it on the envelope. The stamp covers the entire envelope but Joe is indifferent about the looks of the letter. He only cares that they get the message he’s trying to send them.
Then goes and gets his weights to start his training. he lives in a small hole in a Sunset Hotel where rats use to live but the evacuated and he moved in. His small cozy home is about the size of a shoe box, with a small cigarette box for a bed, his toothpick weights, a couple of scraps of paper to write on, and a couple of stacks of food and clothing he made.
Joe stares at the letter with a puzzled face and says,”now to send it. hmm. but were would the closes post office be?” He grabs the letter and rolls it up and sets it under his bed. ”now for my daily workout!” Joe puts on a pumped Face and runs to his bathroom and begins to make furious faces on a small piece of a mirror that he had found by the dumpster last week. Saying things like, “ahhhh!!! you don’t want this!!! rawr!! your going down buddy!!! you just made the wrong move!!” Flexing his thin fry arms at the mirror as if he were some kind of body builder. After he’s finish with his first exercise Joe goes and gets his small red bandanna and raps it around his head making him look a bit like Rambo. Then runs off to the other side of the room to pick up his toothpick weights and start his workout number two. As beads of sweat start forming he becomes tired and stops his second workout with a “ah.. that’s enough for weights for today.” Jumping up in a hyper way, puts his weights back were they were and runs to the other side of his small home to check the time. He looks at his kitchen clock, which is a arm watch pinned to the wall. Time reads 9:30 P. M. ”woo! time for my daily jogging!”. Joe runs out of the small crack in the hotel and into the street, beginning his daily jog. He always runs to the dumpster, looks around to see if there’s anything he can use and the runs back home. When he gets to the dumpster he picks up a small stick to start moving things around to try to find something useful. When suddenly he hears a noise coming from the trash. He jumps back and gets in a fighting position. Joe hears something speak from the trash, and decides to put his fists down.
A voice screams,”Ayudame! Porfavor!!”
Joe notices he is speaking Spanish and panics, he only knows enough Spanish to introduce himself. He yells back, “Yo papa frita, no uh.. specko Spanish, do you speak English?”
“Si, yes, help me!! I’m under Yesterdays newspaper!”
Joe scans the trash trying to find any kind of newspaper until he sees a piece of paper that’s moving. He runs up to it and starts to drag it off with great force, to find a taco under it, yelling for help. The taco was screaming his lungs out, even though the newspaper was off of him already. Joe was becoming annoyed from the screams.
Joe picked up the taco by his shoulders and shuck him, yelling back” Its okay!! Everything’s going to be alright!”, but the taco just kept screaming, Joe slapped him and the taco became dumbstruck. “are you good now? Or do you need me to slap you again?” Tacos replys, “oh, I’m good.”

H.T.E.P

11:43P.M.

He walks down the street, feeling good about how good his day when. Suddenly his mood changes completely. He feels as if someone is watching him, so he begins to walk faster. As he quickens his pace, he jams his hands into his jeans as beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead.

Faster! He thinks to himself. He starts speed walking, checks his phone, it’s 11:57P.M. Almost midnight. The streets are empty and the only cars out are taxi’s that rarely pass by. He looks around, becoming paranoid of the though of feeling stalked and begins to walk faster.

12:00A.M.

Midnight. He just wants to get home, but is still about three more blocks away from home. Footsteps. Footsteps quickening, becoming faster and closer. Not his footsteps. He brakes into a run. Runs down a short alley that he usually walks down each morning to go get a cup of coffee and the daily newspaper. It’s dark and empty, but he runs like lightning not caring about anything else but to get home. He reaches the end of the alley. Smack! He felt hard cold metal hit him as he topples to the ground, with his hands on his face. He can feel  blood coming out of a  freshly made gash on his right check. He lightheaded tries to get on his feet again. Smack! He falls, feels more hits. In the dark alley, the blood running into his eyes won’t allow him to see much. Just shadows, metal bars, and the light from the street corner.

blackout.

1:25A.M.

The sound of the trickling blood awakens him, he is shirtless and strapped to a chair. He looks up to see a homeless standing in front of him with a metal bat dripping with blood in one hand and a knife in the other. Stab. The man stabs the knife on his arm and starts removing his arms skin. peeling it for with a smirk on him face. This seem to amuse the man and feel him with sick pleasure and the victim screams in pain.

(Wrote this bit on July 7th, 2008)

And so it begins. The reconstruction of 1500 a Day. If you are reading this, good on you. I will not go into much detail of what happened to me and I will merely continue to write as if I was writing in the same day.

Ladies and gents. I must say I have missed writing. I have done a lot of thinking and a lot of growing as a writer. I have wrote quite a lot since my last time here at the ol’ 1500 a Day. But I still miss that feeling of being able to speak my mind and say whatever I want with something. I can do that with this little ol’ blog, so let us get at it.

Let’s start out with the least relevant thing. Baseball. It is a love of mine, but the Padres are slowly losing their status as a love of mine. I have slowly lost interest as time has gone on. They are getting worse and worse each day, which is sad to admit. They have become the worst team in baseball with a record of 35-54, 19 games under .500 or for those who don’t know baseball, that means that they have lost 19 more times than they have won. Which is simply terrible. But the Padres are quite lucky. They are in a terrible division and so they find themselves only 9 games out of first place when they should have been out of the race a long time ago. But, the team that has simply disappointed me all year is still in it. Many of the key players just aren’t preforming and the same goes for most of the other players. No-one is doing well. With the trade deadline coming up, I would not be surprised in the least if the team trades away big names in hopes of reconstructing a team that was once superior and much better than they are today. I just hope that these dreams come true and that the Padres prove to be better in the coming years and, if it isn’t too much of a dream, in the second half of the season. The only glimmering light on the Padres’ staff has been Adrian Gonzalez. He has done amazing at the plate and has continued to perform with the glove. And I am proud to say that Adrian Gonzalez will be the lone representative of the Padres at the All-Star Game. Being in the top 10 of homers and RBI’s, he surely deserves it. He’s looking to pass his season highs once more.

So, I’m one year older and wiser, I’ll talk about that later but I must say something. Birthdays can be cool when done right. xD

IN OTHER NEWS. I think that I have matured as a writer and as such, I have tried to fix my broken writing style. According to my advisor/cousin, I have done so. Now, I will focus on new ideas, worthwile writing and finishing stories. I will not go back to my old stuff until I am certain I fixed my writing style. I think I am nearly done with that task but… I mustn’t be hasty.

So expect a lot of new stuff out of me. Not recycled old stuff, but actual new stuff. I have a few announcements regarding my writing that I will talk about later. For now, just know that soon I will be done with fixing and that I will be pushing out new stuff weekly, maybe even daily. I just need to work out a few kinks.

As I said, lots of new things have happened. Such as, meeting epic people.

I.E: Miss Moose. An epic writer who happens to be pretty and amazingly epic. Funny and literate with a interesting take on things, she has become one of my close friends that I have yet to meet. It’s funny how I feel to have known her for a while when all we have done is speak over AIM. But it is no lie that she is truly an amazing close friend and it would have been a shame if I had not met her. I mean seriously. D: I dunno how it would be without Miss Moose… all I can picture is the apocalypse. But anyways, thank you Gaia/Chatterbox. Thank you for introducing me to Miss Moose/Mouse/Mah Personal Hooker (her words, not mine). :B

I have many reviews to write and many stories to show, but seeing as this is only the beginning of my return, I will save those for later. Y’know… when I’m tired and all… Hehe.

Oh! That reminds me. Metal Gear Solid 4. Hehe. That should be a fun topic for a future post. I can spend all day talking about it. So if it isn’t obvious yet, I really like it. Amazingness in game form. It’s almost as amazing as me. ;D

Lul Soulja Boy is stupid.

Gaming With Nate, Issue 2 will be soon. A few reviews done and a few should be done in the next few days. Hoping to get everything rolling again in time for Case: Karma. We’ll be continuing that soon, hopefully.

1100 words eh?

Sounds like it’s time to write.

Well. Nevermind. I can’t get started… xD

Hm. Naet has a lot to do in the coming months. D: And he has to talk about a lot too. Like his birthday and how that went. And gaming. And writing. And food. He has too much to talk about. D:

Yay. I singlehandedly fixed my old NES. 8D I rock hardcore. I did it all too. 8D Replaced the reader thingy.

ANYWAYS. I think ants have taken over my house. I put a glass with soda on the bottom on this perfectly clean and clear tabletop… and I come back a few hours later and there are an army of ants taking over my cup. How did that even happen? No ants… and in a few hours… a bunch of ants? It’s scary. It’s like… they just hide, waiting for me to place something on the table that they can eat… *shudder* But that’s not all. Just last night, I was sitting in bed… and I spot a few ants making their way over my sheets. I swiped at ‘em while stuck in a state of “WTFBBQOMG.” They basically came out of nowhere. It was odd. And then I was paranoid that ants were going to crawl on me while I slept… so I smashed my pillow on mah bed ’till it was safe. 8D

Many new things on the horizon. Baconz. Cheez-itz. Midget Pro-… ohgod… Verne Troyer… why…

I will gather many new things from the world of news and stuff and talk about them regularaly in later posts. Should be fun eh? No? Yeah. Probly not. But hey! Can’t hate a guy for trying. I bet you guys have grown sick of my stories anyways.

BUT ENOUGH OF MY COMPLAINING. Let’s talk about the news today.

(7/11/08) The iPhone 3G came out today and as expected it has sold out everywhere. It is esentially the iPhone with some new shiny features and it is supposedly much more stable. Many new features are around though. Games, new functionality programs, and much more I don’t know about. All I know is that the advertised price cut is only available to owners of the iPhone. If you are getting your first one when it comes around today, you will still have to pay the full price… (I heard this on G4 and frankly I think it sucks.) Seriously? If you are going to make it seem like it’s amazingly cheap… make it amazingly cheap. Don’t pull some odd trick like that. “Oh… uhm. Yeah… It’s not really 200$… 600 plz.” Uncool Apple. Uncool.

If that is lies… then I am deeply sorry Apple! :V Hehe.

Anyways, in other news, famed Austin Powers little person actor, Verne Troyer has released a sex tape. I know he has freedom to do as he pleases… and I’m glad I haven’t seen it. All I know is that it is awkward. To have been little and laughed at him and now this? It’s as if I learned that Red Riding Hood was actually a crack addicted prostitute. It’s just not right for my childhood’s mind.

Lots of games stuff to talk about in the newest post but I will hold off on that.

Now. Time to fill you in on what I was doing when I was gone.

I originally stopped writing in le 1500 to prepare for Finals at mah school. I did pretty good and am glad that I took the time to stop and study for a while. After that, summer came around and I felt I needed some time to relax before being pushed back into the life of deadlines. But then, I got a bit too relaxed… and my birthday neared. So I gave myself a deadline. The day after my birthday. “Nate… fix the blog up and make sure it’s all normal by the time we get back.” And here I am. Fixing the blog before continuing with posts. I couldn’t just leave this blog broken like this, so I needed to fill up the blogs I stopped and such. I’m almost done and I only need one more post before I make my big return. :B Don’t you guys worry. Naet is back. And in full force yo! 8D I need the practice for… a certain something that I will talk about in the near future. :B

This month is quite busy. I will be attending Comic-Con, wondering where gifts are from some people (yes my birthday has come and passed and I will talk about that later) and writing alot. I need to expand mah horizons and become much better than I am at the moment. Cause… I need a lot of work. xD Especially in journalism. I’ll attempt to join the school newspaper next year. It’d be quite fun to join up with ‘em as a gaming correspondent. 8D Or not. I’ll write whatever they ask for. I just need to get into that world before it’s too late.

E3 is coming up too! I can’t wait to see some of the big stuff that will come from E3. If only I could go. D; And it’s coming up! D; What shall Naet do?

I’ll break in! 8D They’ll never know. I’ll just dress up like Bill Gates or something. They should be a bit daft and hopefully I’ll just be able to hop in and play all the games I want! : D

Chances of that happening: 0.000000000000001%. : D Yay.

I love small chances. It’s much more fun that way. Teh risk. 8D Adrenaline will rush and such. Mwaha!

I’ll sneak in… Snake style. They’ll never see the big box. Mhm.

Well ladies and gents, the time for my return is soon. One short post to be fixed and I will be back fully. No one will be able to handle the kind of stuff that I will write in the coming months. They’ll be blown away by the quality of mah work. 8D

Not really, but it’s fun to lie. :B Also… I NEED A NINTENDO DS. LITE OR NOT LITE, I DON’T REALLY CARE. I JUST NEED ONE. PLEASE. SOMEONE GIVE ME ONE. I’LL STEAL ONE IF I HAVE TO, I JUST NEED ONE. CHRONO TRIGGERRR! D: COME TO MEEEEE.
Good night, loves.

Day 53: Grand Reveal… Pt. 2

Ladies and gents. May I present… the review… of CRISIS CORE!

Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core

Introduction: Final Fantasy VII was easily one of the best games released of the old generation. It was pretty for its time, amazingly fun, had a very captivating story and it pulled gamers in. Final Fantasy VII was one of those games that when you were finished, you missed. Gamers missed it so much that they demanded a remake or sequel. What we got instead was a series of prequels, and a movie sequel. Crisis Core was one of the prequels that was released on the PSP. It followed the story of Zack Fair, Cloud’s close friend. Here is my review of Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core.

Gameplay: Crisis Core is an action RPG. With the usual RPG scenes of walking around and talking to random NPC’s and occasional fetch quests, you could think that this game is a normal RPG. But alas, it is not. The combat system is where it all changes on you. This game features an odd semi-fully active time battle system. It is a mix between Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy 12. You still have to wait between attacks but you can move around actively and dodge attacks by a simple tap of the square button. The attacks and all of your other abilities are all pulled off through this mini-menu in the bottom left corner of the screen while you fight. You have several options. Attack, Materia Abilities (whichever materia you have equipped), and Items. That’s it. But the amount of Materia you can hold ranges widely. You switch from each item on the mini-menu with the L and R buttons. It takes a while to get used to but if you organize your materia well it is much easier. Battle is all in active time and you have to be next to an enemy to attack. If not, you run up, stopping any possible other action. You can set up any other action while waiting to attack or finish a magic ability. MP is spent with each magic spell, AP is spent when dodging and such and of course HP is your health.

The one thing that changes the flow of certain fights is the DMW or Digital Mind Wave. It is basically a set of memories flowing through Zack that are brought up during the fight to ‘inspire’ Zack. (Or at least that is how I interpret it.) As he ‘remembers’ these things, he pulls off special moves. The way he ‘remembers’ is through a roulette type system constantly running in the upper left corner. Pictures of people special in Zack’s life spin through with various numbers attached to them. Besides pulling of limit breaks through the DMW, it also can give you status changes as the fight goes on. These are determined randomly through the DMW as well. Limit breaks are caused when two similar faces are shown on the left and right sections and it pulls up to the screen so you can try to get the limit break by stopping it on the same face in the middle. Otherwise, the roulette is constantly spinning and landing on different faces and different numbers. With certain number combinations, you get different status effects. 777 causes Invincibility. Certain number combos cause, for a short period of time, you to have no MP cost and/or no AP cost. Some combos null all physical damage. It is constantly running through the fight and these effects come and go as you fight.

The one odd thing about this DMW to me was… it levels you. You level up randomly through the DMW. Once the limit break pulls up to the screen and you attempt to get the face in the middle to match the other two, you see that these three faces (like all others) have numbers on them. If you get all three numbers to be the same you will level up. And the chances of that is low. Sometimes you will level three times in a matter of an hour. Other times you won’t level for 2 hours. It’s just your luck. You can also level up your Materia through the DMW. Same way, but you only need to match two numbers.

The difficulty level of the game is decent. Cure will become your best friend as you dodge and dive your way away from attacks. The A.I can be aggressive but they have to wait just as much as you do. The one big complaint I have about A.I is the only change they have between Normal and Hard is the fact that the enemies gain a lot more HP and deal more damage. That is it. You have the same stats in both modes and level the same way in both. For some reason it really bugs me. I started out on Hard, struggled and went over to Normal and found it to be quite easy. It’s getting progressively harder of course, but it still isn’t as scary as Hard was.

The DMW is odd for leveling and the combat can get repetitive. There are some ‘mini-games’ but these feel tacked on and unnecessary. But they do break away from the repetitive nature of the game. Combat is fun, but it is pretty repetitive. Fun repetitive for a while… but then it dies on you.

Overall Gameplay Score: 3/5

Audio/Visual: Crisis Core might be repetitive in the gameplay department, but definitely not in the A/V department. This game is a technical showcase for the PSP. This game looks wonderful on the PSP. Sharp character models, smooth animation and beautiful CG scenes are only a glimpse at what this game is. The textures are beautifully done for a game of this caliber. Subtle yet very pretty. And one thing that I like is the beautiful effects present during magic and limit breaks. Very cinematic scenes occur when you pull limit breaks off and they are very well done. Squeenix didn’t hold back on this little handheld system. They definitely went all-out with this game. The art direction reminds me a lot of Kingdom Hearts for some reason. A more mature Kingdom Hearts… But as I said, smooth animation, beautiful effects and last but not least… the wonderful CG. The CG scenes in the game are reminiscent of Advent Children. They happen during key story scenes and during some major attacks from summons. They are very… very… very beautiful. The intro is pretty cool as you see Zack running down a train and dodging soldiers and then jumping off onto the train platform, much like Cloud did in Final Fantasy 7.

The music in this game is expectedly very well done. I am especially fond of the guitar theme of the song. This game hits all the ranges. Melodic orchestrated pieces combined with the occasional guitar solo. The music of each section fits perfectly. Calming music as you settle down in Aerith’s church house and adrenaline pumping guitar solos as you face off with Ifrit. The music is wonderful and I would expect no less from a Squeenix game. Voice acting is well done as well but the corny lines leave little to be enjoyed. But I can look past that.

Overall A/V Rating: 4/5

Story: Crisis Core follows the story of Zack Fair, a 2^nd Class SOLDIER (a mercenary force of the ShinRa, ShinRa is a large force that provides electricity and many other things for the people of Midgar) who is looking to become a hero. He strives to be like the well known Sephiroth and Angeal. Angeal happens to be a guiding force for Zack and he helps him in his goal. The story starts out just as a 1^st Class SOLDIER named Genesis abandons the company and takes many people with him. Best friends are pitted against eachother once Sephiroth, Angeal and Genesis must decide where their honors lie. Zack becomes a key figure because of his high-level of effectiveness as a SOLDIER. The story is well written and at times confusing. The odd openness of some of the characters is questionable, but the story is still top-notch. Again, something you would expect from Squeenix. Besides the corny lines, I like the story so far.

Overall Story Rating: 4/5

Extra Play?: Crisis Core has some things to do besides the main story. As far as I know, there are only two difficulty levels. Normal and Hard. Within the game there are many things to master. As a SOLDIER (merc force) you have many missions that are not required but available. There are about 10 sets of missions with about 5-7 missions per each set. Added with the long hours you will log into this RPG, you will spend a lot of time with it. You can also strive to master all of your materia and collect the best and brightest of each little thing. If you wish to do that, you could very well have this game for quite some time.

Overall Extra Play? Rating: 3/5

Final Score: Crisis Core is a wonderful game that has some problems but they can be overlooked by it’s beauty and nice pre-story to FF7. I would definitely recommend it. If you are a PSP owner you should get this game. If you are a PSP owner and a fan of Final Fantasy 7? Definitely get this game. Crisis Core gets a 14/20. Or 7/10 if your picky.

Extra Comments: Hm. This might be my best review so far. : D

I really liked writing this one. For some reason I feel as though it’s one of my better ones. :B Anyways. I must be off. I have a story to write and then yeah.

Day 52: JEEBUS.

Got grounded on this day. So… I missed it. And now I sit here and try to write 3000 words in an hour and like… 47 minutes. YAY. I LOVE WRITING RIGHT NOW. :B Yesterday sucked and I won’t bore you with it. Today was much of the same but hey. Live and let live right? Anyways, Jonathan Coulton… It is official. I am going. No doubt. And… I am hyped. It took a while to get hyped. But I am hyped. I get to see JoCo… doawmdoawd. This is gonna be epic. Saturday = epic awesome day if all goes right. Who will I be going with? One of mah best badies. Oscar. :B And as such, I start another new thing. A interview thing! Heel yeah. :B And now.

Oscah Interview

Naet: Well hay dere bady. SO. How long have you known me?

Oscah: Ahh My Bady. I’ve Known You For What… 2,3 Years? What Awesome Years Those Were :B

N: Ah yes. What is the first thing you remember of our badyship?

O: Of Our BADYSHIP? Probably When We Made That Up. I Remember It Clearly. We Were Walking Home And I Just Kept Saying “BADY BADY BADY.” And So It Became What We Are Today My Bady :B

N: Hehe. Care to list a few of our inside jokes?
O: Ah, Where Do I Start? We Have Milliiioooonnns. I’ll Try To Remember A Few Heh. “CHEEZ IT.” “Me And You Are Bret And Jemaine,Jesus And God, LMFAO, And EVery Two man Band Out There.” “_____ Naked” “Who Pooted In Your Cornflakes?” I Won’t Make This Too Long SO I’ll Just Include A Moment When We Laughed SO Hard We Fell Out Of Our Chairs. We Were Playing Army Of Dos When… CHUCK NORRIS TOOK THE FORM OF AN ENEMY. “OH GOD OH GOD HES COMING GO BEHIND THE BOX!” “HEAL ME!” “Almost…. And AWW WTF HE SHOT ME” “HELP!!!”

N: Oh god. I remember that. We were so drunk and it was so lulz. I had no idea why hilarious that was. Oh and Oscar… SALEM SALEM SAAAALEM.

O: Oh My God. GUITAR SOLO! Luuuulllzzzzz SALEM SALEM SALLLEEEEEM.

N: AHEM. Back on track. Hm. I have a tough one. I revealed my Top 10 Favorite Games. So what are yours?

O: 1. Tie Between LoZ Series And MGS Series
2. Half Life Series
3.GTA Series
4.Portal
5.Metroid Series
6.Team Fortress 2
7.Dead Rising
8.SSB Series
9.GH And Rock Band Series
10. Super Mario Series

N: Oho. Dead Rising and Team Fortress 2. Unexpected. :O SO. What is something you regret doing and what is something you regret not doing?

O: I Don’t Regret Many Things But One Thing I Regret Is I Never Told That Special “Someone” I Loved Her Until It Was Too Late
And Something I Regret Not Doing Is Being The Person I Am Today. I Could Be A Totally Different Person If I Regretted Every Bad Decision In My Life.

N: Ah. I guess I could say the same to both things. But it’d be different to me of course. What is something you look forward to each and every day?

O: Hm, Something I Look Forward To Everyday? Probably My Hope To See My Friends Every Single Day And Nothing Be Wrong With Anyone.

N: Sensitive Oscar is sensitive. Lulz. What is your motto?

O: Haha, Yes I Am Quite Sensitive. But I Keep That On The Inside Most Of The Time. Anyways, My Motto Would Probably Be: “Don’t Think Twice About Anything.” Yup It’s That Simple. No One Should Ever Over Analyze Something. Even Though Probably Most People Would Say “OVER ANALYZE EVERYTHING.” But I Don’t Beilieve In That Stuff.

N: Don’t you think going on your impulse would be unwise and could mess up some situations?

O: That’s Exactly Why I Act On My Impulse. Makes Life More Interesting. Messing Up A Situation Could Greatly Improve Another.

N: The likelihood of that is already low as it is and messing up some situations could be bad in the long run. And most times you mess one thing up, it messes up many other things.

O: Ah, Yes But Why Try To Fix Everything? If A Situation Goes Wrong Then It Means That Situation Was Supposed To Go Wrong. Everything For A Reason, Yes I Believe In That.

N: I see. I do not but hey. AIDS or Cancer?

O: Uhm…Neither?

N: Nono. You have to choose one. Which one is lamer?

O: Hm, Probably Cancer. Dying Slowly And Painfully Is Pretty Lame.

N: What would you rather watch me narrate? Super Mario RPG or Chrono Trigger?

O: Probably Super Mario RPG, I Think Their’ll Probably Be Alot Of Funnier Situations.

N: Hm. Shoor. I’ll start either tonight or tomorrow. Or someday. I have it all set. It’s just a matter of what game and blahblahblah. Cloud or Zack? :O

O: Clack.

N: OHGOD. That would be coo’. D: I wanna play Final Fantasy 7. So baddd. It didn’t work.

O: Heh, You Should Ask Your Fatha For Thaaat.

N: Bleh. He’s too busy sleeping all day. ANNNNYWAYS. Have any interesting stories?

O: Any Interesting Ones? Hm, Not Many Recent Ones. But I Have One, I Was Walking Home With You. And I Was Texting Nikki. And She Was HAving Boy Problems And I Was Helping, As Always. Well, She Said She Liked These Guys. You Thought It Would Be Funny For Me To Say “Am I One Of The Guys?”, I Thought It Was Humorous So I Sent The Text. And She I Was One Of Them. That Just Made My Day. Anyways, Not That Interesting To Anyone Else But Me.

N: Yay bady. :B OH. We are going to beat GTA IV tomorrow right? And I am serious. Want to try and beat it?

O: Oh Yeah, I Would Love To Beat It. But We Have Some BURDENS. That Prevent Us From Being Serious And Beating The Game.

N: Meh. We’ll be able to beat it. BUT. Anyways. Say your farewell to the readers Oscah. Thanks for helping fill out a bit of the blog. Hehe.

O: AH, My Readers… I Love You All. Thank You For Sitting There And Reading My Boring Responses To A Writer’s Questions. Anyways, Farewell My Lovelies.

Well that was an odd bit of stuff. In the next blog post, expect Crisis Core review and then the one after that will contain the longest part of my new story. It will fill the entire blog. I need to do it all tonight too. Woopdeedoo. Sigh. So tired and so bored.

I have been playing GTA IV, prepping for JoCo, living life and sleeping. That’s pretty much it. Cause… I am pretty boring and I don’t do much.

Day 52… jeez. 78000+ already. Mah gawd. And I haven’t even reached the point of 300 days left. Still 10 days before that happens. BLEH.

School is getting annoying and boring. It’s the same thing everyday. Without friends, I dunno if I would go to school unless forced. The same routine everyday. And it all started when I left my favorite teachers English class. It just went downward from there. I lost some focus, I lost interest. When I was still in my favorite teachers classroom, I focused much more because he gave us a goal. He made us realize that we can get to our goals if we just try. If we just put ourselves out there. And he was just a great teacher. But budget cuts ended that class for me and ever since then I’ve been different. It’s almost like without his impact, I am just another average kid.

Meh. That was odd. I have been terrible for these blog posts lately. D: I apologize guise. I just have had so much to do in so little time. NAET NO LIKE STRESS. D:

Now I prepare for a review and a story all in one night. I hope I can stay awake long enough to finish it all. I probably won’t. GEH. D:

Tomorrow is going to be full of stuff for me. I wake up, clean mahself, wait for Houk and Oscar, head to JoCo, enjoy JoCo to the fullest, come back, stay up all night with Houk and Oscar (possibly losing my sanity in the process), and then fall asleep at like 9 o’ clock on the next day. Cause that’s just how we do it.

There once was a camel named Oscar. This camel was amazingly gay and amazingly camel-like.  He ate children daily and spit them out as cacti. After that, he’d eat the cacti and spit them back out as copies of Nate. Those copies of Nate would fight eachother to the death and turn into children. And then the cycle continues.

That was incredibly odd. I apologize. I think I have officially gone crazy. : D

Anyways. I must be off for this blog post and I must start up the Crisis Core review. Okay loves. Sleep well cause I know I can’t. Too much to do. D: