It's raining like crazy outside, and its annoying. I think this is God's way of punishing Texans that complain about severe droughts. I think I'd be pretty okay with it, if the rain didn't leak into my kitchen from under my back door. The best part is that I got to walk half a mile in it because of a basketball game.
School's out, so the band members that play at the basketball games get paid $50 a game as incentive to show up. And walk through a down pour. I'm scheduled for 4 games, so I'm making pretty good money just by chilling in Waco and watching basketball games (without having to buy a ticket). Plus, it works out as a great excuse not to go home. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. It's just easier to love them from a distance.
On the flip side, now that everyone got around to leaving (if they aren't playing at the basketball games for cash), college got boring. No one is here, there's nothing to do. I filled up my Saturday by cleaning and taking care of laundry and dishes and stuff. God knows I could spend another 48 hours straight cleaning this hell hole of an apartment, but whatever. Luckily, tomorrow will be better. Tim and my brother (and anyone else they can get) are coming down to Waco late tomorrow and staying for a day and a half, then we're all booking it home for Christmas.
...but for now, its back to facebook, stumbleupon, netflix, and whatever else the internet has to offer. Merry Christmas everyone.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
This has been sitting in a tab for 3 days, forgotten. That's how organized I am right now. Enjoy it for what its worth, I guess.
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Hello, friends. Or not friends. Or whatever our relationship is.
Right, well. It was brought to my attention that I haven't been updating this thing lately.
WELL SORRY GET OVER IT.
uh... maybe I should put this more delicately. I've been busy. It's finals season. I've been dealing with burns. I've been hanging out with that girl I can't have. A lot. And most importantly, I've been actually having a life, and sleeping all the other times.
So you see, this blog, while it's important to me, has taken the back burner lately. Would you like to know what I'm doing with my dead days before finals? TOO BAD I'M TELLING YOU ANYWAY.
So yesterday, I bought pink skinny jeans. Just because I could. It's an interesting conversational piece, if anything, and they make people stare at me awkwardly, which is always fun. Can't wait to see what my parents say when they see me in these things. I was actually in the mall looking for a tacky christmas sweater, since all the goodwills are clean out of them. (ALL of the goodwills. I tried 6.) But I didn't really find a good one, so I have a less good tacky christmas shirt that was veeery cheap (yes, Tim).
After the trip to the mall I went to a rush even with my fraternity and had gut paks (god bless Vitek's), and then I went home and.... I don't remember. Oh wait, then I went to a review session, then tried some more goodwills, then played basketball with some brothers, then went and hung out with some neighbors until some time... the night started getting fuzzy and I don't remember much of it...there was a super nintendo and How I Met Your Mother somewhere in there.
Then I went home and fell asleep. Pretty successful dead day, if you ask me.
Today won't be as awesome. I need to actually start studying, but I've promised myself to clean the damn apartment and my room before I study. And maybe wash the dog. He needs it. This cleaning thing could very well take all day. Mostly on my room. It's such a disaster. But the kitchen is pretty bad too. I can't really get to my sink...
And while that doesn't look so bad, I've already done a load of dishes prior to that picture. And I haven't gotten the dishes from around the apartment, which may double that pile. That'll take a while.
Not to mention my laundry, which I need to do, since it looks like I'm not going home until the 22nd. That's for a different post though.
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Hello, friends. Or not friends. Or whatever our relationship is.
Right, well. It was brought to my attention that I haven't been updating this thing lately.
WELL SORRY GET OVER IT.
uh... maybe I should put this more delicately. I've been busy. It's finals season. I've been dealing with burns. I've been hanging out with that girl I can't have. A lot. And most importantly, I've been actually having a life, and sleeping all the other times.
So you see, this blog, while it's important to me, has taken the back burner lately. Would you like to know what I'm doing with my dead days before finals? TOO BAD I'M TELLING YOU ANYWAY.
So yesterday, I bought pink skinny jeans. Just because I could. It's an interesting conversational piece, if anything, and they make people stare at me awkwardly, which is always fun. Can't wait to see what my parents say when they see me in these things. I was actually in the mall looking for a tacky christmas sweater, since all the goodwills are clean out of them. (ALL of the goodwills. I tried 6.) But I didn't really find a good one, so I have a less good tacky christmas shirt that was veeery cheap (yes, Tim).
After the trip to the mall I went to a rush even with my fraternity and had gut paks (god bless Vitek's), and then I went home and.... I don't remember. Oh wait, then I went to a review session, then tried some more goodwills, then played basketball with some brothers, then went and hung out with some neighbors until some time... the night started getting fuzzy and I don't remember much of it...there was a super nintendo and How I Met Your Mother somewhere in there.
Then I went home and fell asleep. Pretty successful dead day, if you ask me.
Today won't be as awesome. I need to actually start studying, but I've promised myself to clean the damn apartment and my room before I study. And maybe wash the dog. He needs it. This cleaning thing could very well take all day. Mostly on my room. It's such a disaster. But the kitchen is pretty bad too. I can't really get to my sink...
Not to mention my laundry, which I need to do, since it looks like I'm not going home until the 22nd. That's for a different post though.
Monday, November 7, 2011
yay hospitalization.
Boy do I have a story for you...
I've been wanting something substantial to blog about, but I guess it's one of those be careful what you wish for moments. Yesterday was Sunday. Nice, peaceful Sunday. I slept in till noon, even with the time change (it was homecoming weekend here at Baylor and it was hectic and busy and sleep depriving). I woke up pretty hungry, so I went to the kitchen. Then I got this idea. What would a deep-fried hot dog taste like? Unable to shake the idea, I tried to figure out what I could do to accomplish this. I didn't have the deep fryer I wanted from Walmart, so I had to improvise.
That's where it all went downhill. I started heating some oil, but the burner was up wayyyy too hot, so the pot I was heating it in burst into flames. In my kitchen. Like, a solid foot and a half of flame. I freaked out, naturally, because all I saw was this thing that was going to burn down my apartment. Door. Get it outside. Away from the apartment. Go. I grabbed the handle and got it outside, saving my apartment. But it came at a price... I kinda sacrificed myself in the process, as I splashed boiling oil on my hands, arms, knees, legs, and feet. In addition, when I got it outside, it fireballed right at my face, burning my lips and chin and burnt my hair, eyebrows, eye lashes, and most importantly, my chin stubble. I'm pretty sure I still smell like burnt hair.
So with 2nd degree burns all over me, and with a little convincing from a few friends, I went to the hospital. On the way I called my parents to tell them, and naturally they freaked out, dropped everything, and started the drive down from Dallas. I tried to tell them it really wasn't all that bad, but they didn't believe me. The first time I realized how serious it was was when I got to the hospital. They treat by triage, right? Well the waiting room was packed. Must have been 40 people waiting to get treated. Pretty much as soon as I finished signing in, they called me back. The lack of any wait wasn't a good sign.
The rest was pretty okay though. They cooled me off in a triage room, then stuck me in a real room where they bandaged me up. The best part of this whole experience had to be the irony. The name of my attending doctor just HAD to be Dr. Burns. I'm not kidding at all. It made me laugh for a good 5 minutes. My aunt happened to be driving through Waco, so she stopped by to see how I was doing. My parents showed up a little bit later and paid the $200 copay that happens when you go to the hospital (the reason I was considering not going...) and took me out to dinner and gave me some spending money. Maybe I should get hospitalized more often if I get free food and cash from it.
On top of all that, the doctor gave me Vicodin, with a prescription for even more, so all in all, I'd say it was a pretty successful day, even if it took me twice as long to type this with the bandaged hands. The worst part of this whole thing is that I have to miss the band trip tomorrow. They're going to the state marching contest and we're playing as an exhibition band. Seeing as I can't play because of my burned lips and I can't march because of the burns on my feet, it doesn't make sense to go.
Tuesday I have to go back to the hospital for a follow up appointment anyway... they said it was too soon to tell if some of them were 2nd or 3rd degree burns, so that'll be fun. As for right now though, the drugs make me tired, so I'm gonna go back to sleep.
I've been wanting something substantial to blog about, but I guess it's one of those be careful what you wish for moments. Yesterday was Sunday. Nice, peaceful Sunday. I slept in till noon, even with the time change (it was homecoming weekend here at Baylor and it was hectic and busy and sleep depriving). I woke up pretty hungry, so I went to the kitchen. Then I got this idea. What would a deep-fried hot dog taste like? Unable to shake the idea, I tried to figure out what I could do to accomplish this. I didn't have the deep fryer I wanted from Walmart, so I had to improvise.
That's where it all went downhill. I started heating some oil, but the burner was up wayyyy too hot, so the pot I was heating it in burst into flames. In my kitchen. Like, a solid foot and a half of flame. I freaked out, naturally, because all I saw was this thing that was going to burn down my apartment. Door. Get it outside. Away from the apartment. Go. I grabbed the handle and got it outside, saving my apartment. But it came at a price... I kinda sacrificed myself in the process, as I splashed boiling oil on my hands, arms, knees, legs, and feet. In addition, when I got it outside, it fireballed right at my face, burning my lips and chin and burnt my hair, eyebrows, eye lashes, and most importantly, my chin stubble. I'm pretty sure I still smell like burnt hair.
So with 2nd degree burns all over me, and with a little convincing from a few friends, I went to the hospital. On the way I called my parents to tell them, and naturally they freaked out, dropped everything, and started the drive down from Dallas. I tried to tell them it really wasn't all that bad, but they didn't believe me. The first time I realized how serious it was was when I got to the hospital. They treat by triage, right? Well the waiting room was packed. Must have been 40 people waiting to get treated. Pretty much as soon as I finished signing in, they called me back. The lack of any wait wasn't a good sign.
The rest was pretty okay though. They cooled me off in a triage room, then stuck me in a real room where they bandaged me up. The best part of this whole experience had to be the irony. The name of my attending doctor just HAD to be Dr. Burns. I'm not kidding at all. It made me laugh for a good 5 minutes. My aunt happened to be driving through Waco, so she stopped by to see how I was doing. My parents showed up a little bit later and paid the $200 copay that happens when you go to the hospital (the reason I was considering not going...) and took me out to dinner and gave me some spending money. Maybe I should get hospitalized more often if I get free food and cash from it.
On top of all that, the doctor gave me Vicodin, with a prescription for even more, so all in all, I'd say it was a pretty successful day, even if it took me twice as long to type this with the bandaged hands. The worst part of this whole thing is that I have to miss the band trip tomorrow. They're going to the state marching contest and we're playing as an exhibition band. Seeing as I can't play because of my burned lips and I can't march because of the burns on my feet, it doesn't make sense to go.
Tuesday I have to go back to the hospital for a follow up appointment anyway... they said it was too soon to tell if some of them were 2nd or 3rd degree burns, so that'll be fun. As for right now though, the drugs make me tired, so I'm gonna go back to sleep.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
home improvement
I'm so proud of myself! This weekend I did my first home improvement project. I guess you'd call it that, anyway. Even though I live in an apartment. And it wasn't really that big of a deal.
Basically our front door sucks. It wouldn't close, it was a bitch to lock... you had to kinda pull up on the handle like you were trying to lift something about as heavy as a refrigerator and use your other hand to lock the door. After I was done with it, it's gotta be the best door on my block. This thing is awesome and I smile every time I use it now, because I fixed it on my own. It closes and stays closed, and locks perfectly.
Plus, I went and bought real screws to rehang my surround sound speakers. Since I put them up, thumb tacks have been holding them in place. The one by the door kept falling down because you had to slam the door to make it close, and we eventually just gave up and laid it on the back of the couch. But that's all in the past now. We have real wood screws in the walls and there's about a zero percent chance they'll fall down now. It's exciting.
I don't know why I get so excited over home improvement stuff. I can't wait to have my own house that I have free reign over. There's only so much you can change about the apartment. I wanted to bust out the wall separating the living room and staircase, and my roommate was just like "..why?" Which is a fair question, I guess. I think it's just something I want to do for fun. To see if I can. I don't know. If I had to pick a legit reason it'd be because it'd make the living room look bigger, it'd look cooler, and just be something different... all the Baylor Plaza apartments are exactly the same layout, for the most part. Largely identical. I think it'd be fun to do something different. It's really just some wood paneling, I think.... how hard could it be?
But that's the question from hell that always bites you in the ass. Regardless, I really like looking at the finished product and being like, yeah, I did that. It's just not the same when you have someone come in and do it for you.
Basically our front door sucks. It wouldn't close, it was a bitch to lock... you had to kinda pull up on the handle like you were trying to lift something about as heavy as a refrigerator and use your other hand to lock the door. After I was done with it, it's gotta be the best door on my block. This thing is awesome and I smile every time I use it now, because I fixed it on my own. It closes and stays closed, and locks perfectly.
Plus, I went and bought real screws to rehang my surround sound speakers. Since I put them up, thumb tacks have been holding them in place. The one by the door kept falling down because you had to slam the door to make it close, and we eventually just gave up and laid it on the back of the couch. But that's all in the past now. We have real wood screws in the walls and there's about a zero percent chance they'll fall down now. It's exciting.
I don't know why I get so excited over home improvement stuff. I can't wait to have my own house that I have free reign over. There's only so much you can change about the apartment. I wanted to bust out the wall separating the living room and staircase, and my roommate was just like "..why?" Which is a fair question, I guess. I think it's just something I want to do for fun. To see if I can. I don't know. If I had to pick a legit reason it'd be because it'd make the living room look bigger, it'd look cooler, and just be something different... all the Baylor Plaza apartments are exactly the same layout, for the most part. Largely identical. I think it'd be fun to do something different. It's really just some wood paneling, I think.... how hard could it be?
But that's the question from hell that always bites you in the ass. Regardless, I really like looking at the finished product and being like, yeah, I did that. It's just not the same when you have someone come in and do it for you.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
So happy Halloween week. I love all the old horror movies on TCM that happen around Halloween. It's always fun to watch mystery/murder/horror from the 1950s. So tame. Then you can switch over to amc and they're playing all the more recent scary movies, with the occasional stephen king marathon.
Needless to say, it hasn't been a very productive week. Class is boring me to the point of picking up minesweeper again. I'm way out of practice, and its hard without a mouse, so I have some room for improvement. Right now, the best I can do with the oversized squares and the macbook's touch pad is almost 400. It's pretty pitiful, so I'm working on that during class. As far as homework goes, it doesn't really happen. Most of my classes don't have homework, and the ones that do don't count it for much of a grade, so I spend my time doing all kinds of other things. Like watching movies with friends.
Plus, I had an intramural flag football game last night with KPsi. We lost and I got my jaw bruised really badly, but it's so much fun that it makes up for it. We aren't that bad, honestly. Our record right now is 2-2, and one of those losses was to army ROTC. The one last night was to a church group, and it was a pretty evenly matched game.
Past that, zombies is still going on. The zombies finally outnumber the humans left. I'm still living, though I probably shouldn't be. I keep insisting I narrowly escaped one at the movie theatre, but by 'narrowly escaped' I really mean he got me and I'm denying it. And now I'm one of the last ones left. Then today, one of the zombies caught me off guard at the business building... but he's one of the nice ones. For those that know him, it was Will McKee. Why he was in the business building is beyond me, since it obviously wasn't to hunt.... he came up to me while I was sitting in the hall waiting for the class before mine to let out and had a nice little conversation with me. Then he was like "wait, you aren't dead yet, are you? And its not right before class..." Then he decided he'd leave me alive. Something about wanting my death to be more interesting. Thank god. Or.. thank the undead. Or something.
So that unnamed girl I'm in love with is getting closer to me. She has no idea how much she's torturing me. I'm not giving any sob stories on here, but its turning into a major part of my life, and its my fault, I think. I don't know about her half of things... what she thinks, what she's planning, if anything... I guess time will tell.
Time for lunch. Be back soon :)
Needless to say, it hasn't been a very productive week. Class is boring me to the point of picking up minesweeper again. I'm way out of practice, and its hard without a mouse, so I have some room for improvement. Right now, the best I can do with the oversized squares and the macbook's touch pad is almost 400. It's pretty pitiful, so I'm working on that during class. As far as homework goes, it doesn't really happen. Most of my classes don't have homework, and the ones that do don't count it for much of a grade, so I spend my time doing all kinds of other things. Like watching movies with friends.
Plus, I had an intramural flag football game last night with KPsi. We lost and I got my jaw bruised really badly, but it's so much fun that it makes up for it. We aren't that bad, honestly. Our record right now is 2-2, and one of those losses was to army ROTC. The one last night was to a church group, and it was a pretty evenly matched game.
Past that, zombies is still going on. The zombies finally outnumber the humans left. I'm still living, though I probably shouldn't be. I keep insisting I narrowly escaped one at the movie theatre, but by 'narrowly escaped' I really mean he got me and I'm denying it. And now I'm one of the last ones left. Then today, one of the zombies caught me off guard at the business building... but he's one of the nice ones. For those that know him, it was Will McKee. Why he was in the business building is beyond me, since it obviously wasn't to hunt.... he came up to me while I was sitting in the hall waiting for the class before mine to let out and had a nice little conversation with me. Then he was like "wait, you aren't dead yet, are you? And its not right before class..." Then he decided he'd leave me alive. Something about wanting my death to be more interesting. Thank god. Or.. thank the undead. Or something.
So that unnamed girl I'm in love with is getting closer to me. She has no idea how much she's torturing me. I'm not giving any sob stories on here, but its turning into a major part of my life, and its my fault, I think. I don't know about her half of things... what she thinks, what she's planning, if anything... I guess time will tell.
Time for lunch. Be back soon :)
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
The best day of the year.
This is beautiful.
You don't understand unless you live in Texas just how wonderful the first day of real fall is. Sure, the 'seasons' have names, but everything works on its own schedule in Texas, and the first day after the hot, still summer where its windy as hell and requires a jacket is maybe the best day of the year. I'm sure it'll get warmer again before it gets cold (Texas cold, not real cold) for good for awhile, but I'll take anything I can get right now. It's absolutely perfect outside. Nice and cool, but sunny, so its just a bit chilly in the shade or during a strong gust, but gloriously warm when the wind dies down for a second in the sun. Warmth is something that hasn't had a good connotation since about February. Okay, March, if you're nice.
This is my perfect weather, anyway. I'm sure some people think its too cold, but they're dumb. This will be the perfect few weeks in Texas, until the day I have to use the heater in the apartment for the first time. Until then, its windows open and let the breeze in.
I can't even think straight because I'm in such a good mood because of this weather. The only thing that could make right now any better was if I had some friends to share it with and if my damn back would stop hurting.
This is my perfect weather, anyway. I'm sure some people think its too cold, but they're dumb. This will be the perfect few weeks in Texas, until the day I have to use the heater in the apartment for the first time. Until then, its windows open and let the breeze in.
I can't even think straight because I'm in such a good mood because of this weather. The only thing that could make right now any better was if I had some friends to share it with and if my damn back would stop hurting.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
blah.
You know those nights where you just sit and hit refresh on facebook? I'm there right now. I have two tests to study for, and I'm looking for any excuse not to. But at the same time, I'm feeling too lazy to really do anything at all. I'm just... blah. Yep. That's the best word for how I feel right now. Blah. I'd sleep, but I'm not tired. I could clean my room. I could do laundry. I could take Berk on a walk. I could clean the freaking kitchen. I'm too lazy to do any of that right now though. So I blog.
Despite my reason for coming here, I have things to say still, I suppose. The bears lost this weekend to the farmers down in college station. It was a downright pitiful performance by our defense, and our offense was only mildly better. We should have won, but what are you gonna do? The trip overall was equally depressing. Kick off was 11 in the morning, and we decided to have practice before we left for hell, so we woke up for a 4:30 practice, with KPsi getting there around 3:45. In the morning. So that was fun. I didn't get a lot of sleep, especially since I was in full recovery mode all day Friday on the couch. It was 'fall break' this weekend. I put it in quotations because we only get one day off for the 'break'. It's more like fall pause. Or if you're a Baylor Bear and a fan of the excess of puns, you can always go for 'fall paws'. So anyway, we naturally had a party on Thursday night, and I spent all of Friday, after I woke up around 11, on the couch drifting in and out of sleep and watching tv. So by the time I needed to go to bed, which was ridiculously early anyway, I just couldn't. I got to sleep around 1, which was better than some, I guess, and ended up meaning about 2 hours of sleep.
I know I'm saying too much about it now, but remember that girl I really like? I got to watch her and her guy all day, from 4 in the morning until 6:30 ish that night. That just made it all so much more painful. It's one thing from a distance, and for short periods of time, but this a new level of torture.
Enough about that though, before I forget this is public and available to anyone on the planet. My back also didn't help the trip, since there was practice, which hurt, then a 2 hour bus ride, which hurt more, then standing for the game for about 6 hours, which was awful, then another 2 hour bus ride to top it off. I need 4 asprin just thinking about it.
Then there are all the little things. After the game, we got dinner, but it was 45 minutes late. Our bus watched a movie, but the band staff person brought mediocre movies. Just little stuff like that. Sorry for bitching the whole post so far, really. But I'm gonna do some more, because this is my place to rant.
KPsi is playing zombies again. If you forgot or are new to the blog or whatever, zombies is pretty simple. The moderator assigns an alpha zombie that no one knows, except for the two of them. The alpha zombie attacks players with a zombie weapon (nerf gun, water gun, plastic spoon labeled 'zombie weapon'.... whatever) that's labeled appropriately, and then that player becomes a zombie. Everyone is notified of the zombies after the alpha. Game is on at all times that aren't band or kpsi events. So, between classes, lunch, in your own bed... all fair times and places for zombie kills. It keeps you on edge, but it also means I have nearly no friends for awhile, since any of them could be the alpha zombie. I can't trust any of my closest friends right now or see them outside of band.
And to top it off, the game has been going on since Wednesday night, and alpha has yet to strike. That's 3 full days (Saturday doesn't count at all) to attack someone. I can understand planning out a good kill, but come on. Let's get going, so this pain can end faster. (I know it's not apparent from my bitching, but I LOVE this game. It's so much fun, once it really gets going)
I can't really think of anything else that I can say on here. I guess I should go study or something.
Despite my reason for coming here, I have things to say still, I suppose. The bears lost this weekend to the farmers down in college station. It was a downright pitiful performance by our defense, and our offense was only mildly better. We should have won, but what are you gonna do? The trip overall was equally depressing. Kick off was 11 in the morning, and we decided to have practice before we left for hell, so we woke up for a 4:30 practice, with KPsi getting there around 3:45. In the morning. So that was fun. I didn't get a lot of sleep, especially since I was in full recovery mode all day Friday on the couch. It was 'fall break' this weekend. I put it in quotations because we only get one day off for the 'break'. It's more like fall pause. Or if you're a Baylor Bear and a fan of the excess of puns, you can always go for 'fall paws'. So anyway, we naturally had a party on Thursday night, and I spent all of Friday, after I woke up around 11, on the couch drifting in and out of sleep and watching tv. So by the time I needed to go to bed, which was ridiculously early anyway, I just couldn't. I got to sleep around 1, which was better than some, I guess, and ended up meaning about 2 hours of sleep.
I know I'm saying too much about it now, but remember that girl I really like? I got to watch her and her guy all day, from 4 in the morning until 6:30 ish that night. That just made it all so much more painful. It's one thing from a distance, and for short periods of time, but this a new level of torture.
Enough about that though, before I forget this is public and available to anyone on the planet. My back also didn't help the trip, since there was practice, which hurt, then a 2 hour bus ride, which hurt more, then standing for the game for about 6 hours, which was awful, then another 2 hour bus ride to top it off. I need 4 asprin just thinking about it.
Then there are all the little things. After the game, we got dinner, but it was 45 minutes late. Our bus watched a movie, but the band staff person brought mediocre movies. Just little stuff like that. Sorry for bitching the whole post so far, really. But I'm gonna do some more, because this is my place to rant.
KPsi is playing zombies again. If you forgot or are new to the blog or whatever, zombies is pretty simple. The moderator assigns an alpha zombie that no one knows, except for the two of them. The alpha zombie attacks players with a zombie weapon (nerf gun, water gun, plastic spoon labeled 'zombie weapon'.... whatever) that's labeled appropriately, and then that player becomes a zombie. Everyone is notified of the zombies after the alpha. Game is on at all times that aren't band or kpsi events. So, between classes, lunch, in your own bed... all fair times and places for zombie kills. It keeps you on edge, but it also means I have nearly no friends for awhile, since any of them could be the alpha zombie. I can't trust any of my closest friends right now or see them outside of band.
And to top it off, the game has been going on since Wednesday night, and alpha has yet to strike. That's 3 full days (Saturday doesn't count at all) to attack someone. I can understand planning out a good kill, but come on. Let's get going, so this pain can end faster. (I know it's not apparent from my bitching, but I LOVE this game. It's so much fun, once it really gets going)
I can't really think of anything else that I can say on here. I guess I should go study or something.
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