FUCK YES. I think I just creamed myself. *hyper squeal*

I recently started an awesome fanproject with my guild. We're all collaborating to make an old-style, completely hand made book. I'm just so awesomely excited that I had to blab about it somewhere else.

I also re-counted my games. I can't make the DBZ joke yet, (I honestly hope that I never do) but I'm up to 226. I've probably only finished about 10 of them by myself.

I'm looking for awesome events in my area, but apparently Oklahoma sucks in that category. No Zombie...

*ahem*

Right. I retract my previous blog. Making this whole thing 90+ posts of utter bulldinky once again.

WoF, you were right. The smell is gone. And I'm still a paranoid bastich.

My aunt went ahead and bought a Wii, so I'm having fun being teknolojickaly fluent in games.

I also got rid of that 'Deer facing down a military tank' feeling that's been haunting me.

Going down to the gamestop nearby and drooling at the metroid...

For me to have a semi-real reason to bitch, that is. Making this the first *real* blog, out of 90.

Wow.

So right now, we're extremely tight on money. The car's gone to shit, and Mom's starting to panic.

So she calls up my dad at an insane hour of the morning, and what's the first thing out of her mouth?

"What would you think if I just packed up and left?"

It hit me like a fucking brick wall.

My mom is a runner. A...

If the game itself didn't really do anything for you, there's...

*sinks it into a fansite*

There. I took a stab at it.

Feedback?

The first one was crunchy for some reason, the second one smelled edible, but I was too weirded out to consider it, and both experiances were...strange.

I thought the mods might like this.

NONEXISTANT BANDWAGONZ...

BEST DIZKNEE EVAR

I'd been watching too much Zero Punctuation recently.

Now whenever I read the comments you all sound like fast-talking snarky british bastards.

And it's awesome.