That's right, I've returned to my "normal" life being bitter and hateful at ye olde fraternity. Such is the life I lead. I got to take a shower not too long ago for the first time since wednesday; not that I've been completely dirtbagging it, but I got to step in the shower and take a shower for the first time. I was washing myself before, but today, with the courtesy of a small belt and a garbage bag, I was able to emerse my body in a stream of water; I'll never take it for granted again.
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Nothing is more painful than pain, and in the past few days I've had my fair share. Right now I create this with my spine suffering some cruel twist, an evil contort that must be made to function in a chair. My stomach muscles have been forced to become 5 times stronger than before, and my right leg is needed to move my left. Of course, left's all over the place are being weakened; for example, in our own government.
Today has, to a large degree, been a mixed bag of things that piss me off and things that inspire an undescribeable ammount of awe. Lets take it from the begining, shall we?
The MSI concert totally kicked ass. There were girls there, like some kind of alien world where girls actually exist. It was off the hook. Too bad they were all really young, like 15 or younger. I remember what it was like to be 15 and think I was old; in a few years I'll probably remember what it was like to be 20 and think I'm old. I think I might be out of that phase though, although I can assure you I felt old at the concert.
The FLCL DVD vol 1 is mine. God does it feel good. There are a number of truly, unparallelled awesome things done with this release. I'll list them quickly before going off to destroy whoever is calling whoever it is they are calling in my room, making the phone ring every 15 seconds.
I wish the gainax people would know their role and get out the kitchen, but alas we will all have to live with the horrified slanderous title of "fooly cooly". Luckily for me, I may get to live with it sooner rather than later.
As the title would suggest, and as its double meaning would infer, my luck runs in a uniquely bad pattern spiraling ever downwards towards depths incomprehensible by the nature of down itself. Let us examine the evidence, as examining evidence seems to be what I do here now.
doom3_vid.avi rocks my world. It really does. I mean, when it rains, it pours; and doom3 pours. Which reminds me; when speaking of rain, I must always now remember this small maxim: "The rain in Spain falls mainly up your ass." Those are decidedly huge ice blocks to be falling from who knows where. I certainly wouldn't want to be a house in spain, either. Or brazil, for that matter.
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