The Livejournal Strikes Back

I should probably stop titling my LJ posts after Starwars movies. On the other hand, I seem to make a lot of "Phantom Posts" nowadays, so it is oddly appropriate.

Playing...Starwars...Jedi Academy. On PC! Now here's the thing- you'll laugh, really. Check in the living room, you'll find Jedi Academy for XBOX right in the bookshelf. Go on, check. I don't care if you don't know where my house is, go check dammit!

What gives, you say? Has he found a means by which to play XBOX games on the PC? NAY! I bought a game, which I ALREADY OWN, for a different platform for $10, because then I could have it on the shiny Dell PC (don't laugh at my Dell) to poke and prod forever.

Why? Have I gone MAD? Well, yes, but that was a long time ago and everybody's used to it by now. No, this is different. I am opening up to the exciting world of MODDING. That, and I can't play XBOX much due to space issues, so PC is better.

Anyway. Just thought you all needed to know that.

Look, to be serious, I'm avoiding doing work at about 12:35 at night, because the dryer is doing my clothes and I simply must reside in the waking world long enough to retrieve them. Stupid clothes. Should dry THEMSELVES. Ungrateful, really, after all I've done for them. So, anyway, I'm not the most coherent of LJ posters (yeah...but certainly not the least, either) right now.

News, you'll be wanting news. Well, for the most part, you ain't getting any because there's none to give. I still mope about, I still entertain a fatalistic AND pessimistic viewpoint on my life (it's like, fate has a plan and it really doesn't like me) cleverly hidden behind moping hidden behind happy face hidden behind a fatalistic viewpoint (I've invented recursive self-deception, how cool is that? I don't even really know what it means but damn it's gotta be cool, long words are always good), and I still have slim (read: none) social life. My social life is slimmer, in fact, then a Special K munching aerobics fanatic professional jockey. Yeah. Slim.

I keep telling myself I'm happy, but it's a lie. Gah, veering into whiny, whiny not good, away from whiny. The POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU to F*** OFF!

Or something. Gah, if I was stoned on marijuana...well, I'd be coughing a lot considering I've never smoked anything in my life, but at least I'd also have a reasonable reason as to why I can be so emo and yet to incoherent. Tired is all, I guess. No sleep. Which will suck as I must get up...*shudder*...early, in order to hand in my Maths to the tutor of Doom. I think his name is Jeff Brooks. I hope his name is Jeff Brooks otherwise some strange dude is going to have me asking a lot of questions asked about his location tomorrow.

Anyway. I try to veer this Livejournal as far away from the Dark Tower of Emo as I can at all times. Emo bad. Whiny is also bad. They're roughly the same thing. It all essentially comes down to sentences like the one two paragraphs up. It has the potential to sprout into a "The world hates me, the flowers are wilting in my presence, I'll never get laid, why can't I be cool?" misfit poem slash saga slash whatever. I tend to do poems. You dont want me to do poems, for a whole multitude of reasons. Really. There are LEGIONS of reasons, reasons built to shield you from the veritable Civilisation of semipoetic answers to a question nobody ever wanted to ask.

Which is to say, you wouldn't want to read one of my whiny poems. I wouldn't want to read it. I tend to rip them to pieces.

Anyway. Spoken enough. Sleep now. Scream later, when I realise I can't hand in my Maths because it isn't done because I was up late typing in my Livejournal. Bye bye.