Wow. My life sucks. I have no useful skills, and I've never done anything worth doing. In fact, having this conversation with myself as convinced me to try suicide. Thank you. I'm gonna go kill myself now while listening to Linkin Park. Now leave. Just, go. Good-bye. I'm gonna kill myself. JUST LEAVE DAMMIT.

"Its things like this that make me appreciate nerds. At least they aren't idiots." --Eddie

School
I hate my life. I'm gonna kill myself. It wasn't terrible academically; in fact there is a lot to say about January academically. More than I'd have thought. As always, Chem should be discussed above all else because you know, it's Chem. "Clutch" labs resulted in a B-plus average, and despite all my whining and moaning... Term Two was an 89.1. Take that as you will. The 22/35 killed me. And left me to die... THE ANGST!!! THE ANGST!!!!!!!!!!111 My life sucks. I have no useful skills, and I've never done anything worth doing...

And then we move on to Jerry. Yeah, it was inevitable. 80 on the Bullshit Huck Finn test. Securing a B for the term, assuming that the essay that Jiang and I did receives a B-plus or higher. Yeah, I suck, but it's Jerry. There is absolutely n-n-n-n--- I'm speechless. History... yeah, well, it's AE History. An easy 91, only blemished by the massive ugly 78 on the proj. Next term will show repairs; Grucela chose a good time to give a test.

What can I say? I hate my life. I'm gonna kill myself. 88 on the Trig midyear. I have no idea what happened; I don't know what to say. I hate my life. I'm gonna kill myself. I've never done anything worth doing. I have no useful skills... but the term average was a 96. Solid, I'll say. I just needed the little push, but I fell five points short. Never had a chance.

French. I hate French. In fact, screw suicide. I'm gonna kill everyone in my French class, preferably violently in a series of bloody fights that involve Ninjas. Thousands of them. Actually, the recent developments would show French to be a mediocre class instead of one inducing suicide and related syndromes. In fact.. I got an 87 on the French oral (yeah I know it sucks, but it was needed) and an 86.5/92 on the most recent test. Surprisingly mediocre/competent, I reiterate.

I hate French.

AE Bio, yadda-yadda. Formal lab, nobody cares, 96 term average, standard fare.

Apparently, the past two weeks weren't as uneventful as I may have liked to think... but they were still boring as hell, and, overall, they still sucked.

Eat. Sleep. Konami.
January has been much stronger in the gaming suit. After my victory in MGS3, I took up DDR for a week or two before Jiang finished Metal Gear Solid. The past week or two has shown some progress in that suit; I've eight hours in and starting the second disk. Time for a quick overview. A quick overview. I hate my life.

Graphics are impressive. They still look nice though they were made in 1998, and they are surprisingly competent. It was made for the Playstation, a console less powerful than the N64, yet its graphics rival those of Ocarina of Time. Character models are impressive but not amazing, but the environments show stunning detail and beauty. Music is superb and on beat with heartpounding, adrenaline-charged tracks and quiet, unobtrusive tracks. Voice acting, while not of the amazing caliber of Snake Eater, still convey all messages effectively. Snake sounds a tad overly gruff, and the Colonel's failure at testerone-charged-ness are slight turnoffs, but they are still very convincing compared to most games I've played coughStarFox64- coughHalo- coughFinalfantasyx- COUGH!!! Sound effects other than voice acting are right on spot.

Story and Gameplay are slick. You are Solid Snake, master of infiltration, retired member of Fox-Hound, the most elite class soldier in the world. Brought back from retirement, your mission is to prevent nuclear attacks of Alaskan terrorists. The story is slowly unveiled through multiple conversations featuring the well-done voice acting outlined above. You're lightly armed and incredibly dangerous. Typically you prefer sneaking to fighting, and adept as you are at sneaking, when you fight, you kick ass and take names. When you're not in a confrontational mood, you can still satisfy your sadistic intentions by breaking a foe's neck. Ruthless as you are, you feel nearly no emotion at killing enemies and will shamelessly take the equipment of the deceased.

Sneaking is well done, but definitely not perfect; your radar will display your enemies, and while it is a help, sometimes it can make the game feel easy or almost retardly programmed. You can't help but wonder how if someone sees you and you silence them how others will know your location immediately. You can't help but shake your head in disgust at their ridiculously small range of vision, and their pathetic ADD, especially when you are caught but merely run ten yards away, stand still, and let them depart, completely satisfied. Boss battles are a treat. They are all well thought-out and excellently carried-out. Bosses have personality and kickassness; typically you'll hear taunts whenever you opt to stay still. The highlight of the game, well-spread-out and well-paced. Lightly though you travel at first, you build up quite a fascinating arsenal.

Before I let this degenerate into incoherent raving of MGS, I must also note that MGS3 has also served me well in the replay. The End is frustrating but ultimately rewarding; the Fury is a 666, but he goes down in the end with a similar feeling of satistfaction. Big Boss >>> Volgin, but The Boss > Big Boss. As a result, seriously kickass cutscenes will shock you. Okay, not shock, maybe, but it's still awesome.

I beat Paper Mario: Thousand Year Door. I mean, it's an okay game and all, but it is ridiculously overrated. It wasn't extremely fun by any means, and it didn't even live up to the original. It was fairly challenging, well-paced, decently translated, decently long, and there were some clever gimmicks, but it was seriously lacking in originality and, overall, fun. Far, far too formulatic and predictable. Unworthy of its glowing comments. I'm much less inclined to rant about it, due to its less profound effect upon me.

Life? Piano recital. That's been... pretty much everything. Pressure is on now. Semester one goes out with a fizzle. How bout we pretend January 05 never happened...

Tomorrow, February 1st, I will wake up and, speaking the truth, I'll say: "Well, a new hope! I hope that 2005 is a good year, better than the last!"

I hate my life. I'm gonna kill myself.