My Ravnica Draft Exerience:
Life from the Loam: $7.95
Golgari Grave-Troll: $3.95
Hunted Troll: $2.95
Tolsmir Wolfblood: $3.50
Glare of Subdual: $4.50
Vulturous Zombie: $5.95
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Getting $28.80 worth of cards in a $12 Draft Tournament: Priceless
Alas, I did not win, even with the amount of ass-kicking my deck was potentially capable of; but let’s be honest here: I made out on this draft. n.n; Buuut…Too tired to elaborate. I’ll gab away, tomarrow. x.x Merry Christmas Eve and stuff.
The next person who compares me to ‘Numa Numa’ gets capped! >.<</p>
>.< Seriously. First my cousin and his girlfriend/ex-girlfriend/re-girlfriend, and now another guy. First of all, I am sexy. Numa Numa-man is not. >.<; Second of all, I would avoid getting caught dancing to that crazy Romanian song. Numa Numa-man is dancin’ like he’s started a trend.
x.x Sadly, it seems he has.
Sorry for the lack of postage. u.u A lot’s been going on, lately; between final projects, and now working full-time until I get to school again, and then worrying because when I get to work today I’ll be sampling gas stations for the first time on my own. >.< I’m so worried that I’ll mess up in some way that’ll completely elude me until the last minute, and then I’ll have to fix it on my own time. And then, my school schedule will have me working most weekdays in the morning and afternoon and going to school in the evening. Hectic and a pain in teh arse, unless it’s better if I condense it all down to one or two days…I’m not sure if I can do that, though. x.X;
Also in the news of my life, I’ve been trying to download “Dominique the Italian Christmas Donkey” on my p2p with little success. But never fear, it shall be done! n.n;
As for movie news, I’ve watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith (Kick-ass), War of the Worlds (Kick-ass minus the Scientology) and Land of the Dead (I believe 8-Bit Theatre’s Black Mage said it best, “I’m going to vomit now. On the off chance there is a kind and loving god, I’ll choke on my own vomit. Do not help.”). What irks me is that I’m a bit of a zombie horror kind of guy, when it comes to scary stuff. I’m not talking about the kind of zombies that talk; that defeats the purpose. Or a limitation to brains. I’m talking about ravenous, mindless, slavering zombies that want to feast on your flesh in a wave of frenzied feeding. I believe the best examples of this given so far is the newest Dawn of the Dead and 28 Days Later. Resident Evil’s a favorite video games series, although I feel they blow the movies out of the water; my favorite single-player game of all time is Resident Evil 4…Gawd. It lacks zombies…But a game like that doesn’t need ‘em.
Zombie game here, too; the beginning freaked me out a little, at first. >.< Newgrounds presents: Rotting Onslaught
Anime news…I’m running short on anime to consider ‘1337′. This is mostly because there is no anime club here, despite my wanting to endorse one at my dork store. However, based upon past experience, I’ve ordered the Steel Angel Kurumi series. = It lacks the action-packed stuff my cousin likes, but…Y’know, the ending made me all emotional and filled my heart to the brim when I first saw it…And I’d do it again, given the opportunity. Which it seems I’ll get. x.x
Steel Angel Kurumi’s about a younger mystic-in-training who gets picked on, and more or less coerced by older ‘friends’ into sneaking into a scientist’s old laboratory, activates a ‘Steel Angel’ (Who instantly falls in love with her “Master”, although he’s a little young at first to properly…Erm…’Appreciate’ her assets) and goes through the problems of having a beautiful, voluptuous woman whose very happiness stems from serving her Master (Every Male Otaku on the Planet: “This is a problem!?”).
…To save time, it has little action, but makes up for it in humorous drama.
…To Be Continued…(I need sleep, demmit…)
Peh…Depressed, I have a lot of work to do, and the RP, what there was of it, ended far more disappointing then I had thought it would. Granted, I was in an irritable mood as-is; I have a lot of work to get done in the next few days and I’ve been holding off on my dorkish hobbies for a while, already.
The only positive thing I have to say is that it’s snowing. This will have no effect on my schooltime, as I am in college and by the time I leave the roads will be high and dry. But snow is on the ground.
Yeah. Whoop-dee-friggin’-doo. u.u
Gah! Damn, I just feel like God has just tiiied me to the tracks, and that train just keeps runnin’ over me. >.< It sucks even more because the BS seemed to come out of nowhere. Bah. Forget about it.
Right now I’m cruising through Newgrounds and chatting away. And through my despair and sorrow, I found a keeper. A sketchy one, but worth its salt.
Newgrounds presents: Castlevania SoTN Alt End
The scent of my butt will send your soul wandering for eternity. n.n
Okay! I’ve slept for eleven hours! n.n;
With that being said, I went to Aardvark’s last night and made such a crappy draft deck that I just dropped. u.u I guess I didn’t want to embarass myself further. But as I walked out, I mentioned to Mike (The manager of Aardvarks, my dork-store n.n) that I wanted to buy some anime from him soon, since my paycheck came in, right?
Well…Then he goes and asks me how old I am. I say I’m eighteen, of course; hell, even if I wasn’t eighteen, I’d have said I was anyways. But then he pulls out a DVD called “Maburaho”, Volume 2. It’s about a 17-year-oldnamed Kazuki Shikimori, who attends a school of magic (Not magic tricks; I’m talking about full-blown magic). The trouble is, he can only cast magic eight times in his life; and if he uses all of magic, he turns into dust. The thing is, there are three women (one of which is rather voluptuous..) who want to get into his…’Genes’. “Hexed, vexed and oversexed…That spells trouble!” is on the back. The words “Sex kittens” are on the back, too.
…No, I’m not a -complete- pervert; but perverse humor amuses me terribly, and the owner’s been very generous; he sold it to me for $16.50 instead of the $30-some that it cost originally, since it was a shipping error. And considering the picture on the back, and the description, and the whole of asking if I was eighteen…Well, I didn’t expect what I saw, anyways. x.x
…The sad part of it all, is that the entire friggin’ thing’s appropriate for the old anime club at South River High School. And the stuff they happen to show is kiddie-fare. I don’t mean to act like a pervert, but damn…There’s a reason why I went beyond Dragon Ball Z and Inuyasha for Hellsing and Puni Puni Poemy, y’know? It’s like asking someone if they’re eighteen for March of the Penguins! ;-;
With all of this being said, as a whole, I’m a little disappointed in Maburaho, Volume 2. I’m not saying it’s a horrible anime; I just feel that it was below my maturity level, with only several exceptions. I can’t criticize the entire series because I’ve only seen a portion of it; but from what I see it just doesn’t seem so funny to me, or even made me lift an eyebrow. It fell so tragically short of my expectations…;-;
Peh…It’s been such a disappointing weekend; and I’ve squandered half of my paycheck, already, on three sourcebooks for Vampire: the Requiem in the WoD (if you don’t know what that is, don’t worry about it. x.x A D&D-ish thing, except better and worse in different ways). The other half has to go towards gas for college ($30 per week) and unless I don’t go to Friday Night Magic ($12 for the tournament, although I typically snack on a banana split! ^_^ Which makes it 18. ;-; ), I’m more or less broke.
::Sighs:: u.u It isn’t that I need to manage my money better; it’s just that I only got paid for one week, this time. Granted, I have to pay off my bills next week; but then I’ll be getting paid for two weeks. ^-^ I’m just a little irked at myself for buying so many sourcebooks in a game I rarely play. Yes, I suck. x.x;;
I’ve been going on two hours sleep for the past 48 hours. Eight hours before that, I was going on another two hours sleep for another 48 hours. And this time, I’ll have maybe three hours of sleep. And yes, I have my reasons. ;-;
Christ Jesus, what a day I’ve had at work…And you know I gotta have one hell of a day to say Christ Jesus when I’m an agnostic.
In a nutshell…I got lost in Baltimore with a company vehicle, and went on a wild n’ crazy adventure of finding a phone to reach my dad for directions. x.X; I sped around a toll booth twice using incredible ninja skillz, rammed an empty oil tank into the top of a “Maximum overhead: 9′ ” bar, found out the hard way that gas stations in Baltimore aren’t going to let me use their phones, cruised around the projects and waved to my homeboys (with my doors locked. x.x;;). And I did all of this with a tire that was as flat as a pancake.
God…Damn, I’m good.
In the end, all I had to do to get a phone was get into an accident. Apparantly while I was in my left lane, an old dude moved a little too close to my side and clipped my company truck’s side-view mirror. My mirror was fine; his was broken. Now…Me, I thought it was some freak who shoved my mirror, and beeped behind me because I was too slow, so I parked at a Royal Farms gas station.
Well, I was nice enough to the guy and the cop; ‘cuz hell, it could’ve happened to the best driver in a bad situation. But I’ll be damned if I’m paying for someone else’s side-view mirror when they were too close to my lane. u.u No fault insurance, mon ami; pardon moi, s’il vous plait. But I’ve got enough expenses to pay without another guy’s mirror. >.< Bad enough one of us is getting bad luck for seven years, depending on who broke it. Although who knows? The powers might be might consider it a ‘no fault’. x.X
Okay, that’s enough meanness for one day; my point is that I’ve had one hell of a day, worried my family to death, and we’re all glad I made it okay. Especially me.
On a lighter note, paycheck today! Woo-hoo! And Friday Night Magic, today! Woot! ^_^ This is assuming, of course, that I somehow get home in time to play it…Which has happened, before. a.a Even though being a drooling vegetable isn’t the best course of action in a Magic Tournament. But…Well, who knows? I might avenge my stupid mistake with Trample, again. ;-;
As a final thing to say, this morning/evening/night/whatever, Van Gogh never slept; he said it was a waste of time. x.x He was also crazy and sent his girlfriend his ear. But I need to stop ranting and get to bed…I’m going to be a tired son of a bisquit, tomarrow morning…;-; A bientot!
