So, like. Dead Rising is out today for those rich bastards who own a 360. The premise is that you're a photo journalist who is built like a freakin ox, who heads over to this town on the hint of finding something good. What you do find, however, is that the whole town is covered with zombies. Thus you run away to the local mall to find sancutuary. This is about the time you discover that you're royally fucked.
You're objective: Find the survivors, get the story, get out alive. And you have three days to do it.
Although short, the game will have multiple endings, thus replay value. But the real beauty of this game is that you can use any fucking thing you find as a weapon to either kill or disarm zombies. This includes garden shears to cut them in half, plants, cash registars, chainsaws, shotguns, buckets to put over the zombies heads, as well as detached arms to stuff into zombie mouths. "Don't zombie infest with you're mouth full, young man!"
So yeah. Cool stuff, if you're rich. I'm looking forward to Elite Bat Agents for DS myself. "3! 2! 1! Don't crap your pants! YAY!"
wow. i never thought someone could puke like that... it was like a barf sprinkler or something. ... that room smells funny.
and people wonder why i don't drink.
however, earlier in the day, there were some wasp's making a nest on the house. this problem was quickly solved with some wd-40 and a lighter. the nest is rather crunchy now. though i do feel bad about them being burned alive and all.
hey hey hey, i don't do the stunts, i just point and laugh.
the worst thing about having roomates is when they blame you for shit you're pretty sure you didn't do. i try to be a good roomate. i really do. i'm never fucking around. that is how i am a good roomate. and yet somehow, somehow i manage to teleport randomly into the house and make a giant mess while i'm eating everyone else's food. yes, i don't really go to work, i lie in the shadows and wait for no one to be around specifically to do these evil deeds.
the problem with people who do fucked up shit like that *COUGH*oneparticalroomate*COUGH* is that they expect that everyone does the same shit they do. it doesn't matter if they do nothing beside have guests, some of which are complete strangers, over the house every fucking night and are so stoned/drunk off their asses most of the time that they don't remember eating their own food, it must be the person that's never around. because that's certainly suspicious behavior. not being around and all. i don't drink, i don't smoke, and i certainly don't steal thousands of dollars of merchandise from the store i work at, and thus my puriest rage can only be satisfied by destroying everyone else lives.
oh dear, i'm such a bitch like that, aren't i.
i thank you all of informing me of my evil deeds in the form of "why the fuck did you ..." i'll be sure to get right on it after i'm done stabbing you all.
so my roomates attempted to make jungle juice for new years. which didn't go well.
"you know what this recipe needs? ... more booze." "you are so right."
... needless to say the idea of creating something that doesn't taste like booze but still has booze in it didn't go so well. though so far only one person has had an allergic reaction from drinking the stuff. throat all swelled up and burned...
asides from that, i've got no new years resolutions. *nods nods* and that's all i have to say about that.
i hate christmas. i hate it so much. also i hate work. i hate it so much. strangely the two have nothing to do with each other.
i have major issue with my co-workers, but not my customers... and parking. and shopping. and the fact that xmas apparently starts after halloween now.
it's like an evil governement plan to have people think about xmas so much that they forget all other holidays. that way the government will have to issue less days off so people will work more. or something like that.
someone needs to make me a t-shirt that has a zombie santa clause sucking on the head of confused small child and a caption that reads: "He knows when you're are sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows when you've been bad or good and when to eat your brains!"
... well, no one needs to. i'm just to lazy to do it myself.
ok. i gave in. i got a cell phone. damn wrestched little annoying things they are but i got one. a motorola razor to be precise. anyways, got the cheap cingular plan (450 day time minutes, 5000 nightime & weekday, rollover, no text messeging, no photosending, no net, no exc exc exc).
then again this means i can go phone number collecting from people, which is cool. but yeah, i still can't figure out how this damn thing works. all i need is to be able to do is turn it on, off, and call people. i do not need any more portable conveniences then that. which is why i don't understand why my brother wants that new lg phone, considering how he's broke and all. oh yeah, the phone came with a blue tooth headset, so i can look like i'm talking to myself. (yay?)
so right, remember that the e-mail is at alcoholfox@gmail.com (katt i demand your number).
DAMMIT HOW DO YOU WORK VOICEMAIL ON THIS THING?! @#$!@!#$!!!
... right. anyways i find that martha talk show very sad. today they discussed a) what to name her new cat, b) what order to put dishes into the dishwasher (steel away from silver), and c) how to do laundry. that was the entire show, and this does make me feel sad. then again i am putting together the family calender at the moment, so changing the channel is something i am to lazy to get up and do.
also picked up the first shadow hearts (2001) the other day. decent game it is.
also, should i consider it a conspirancy if the three newest employees to my store (eb games) are all from foot locker? very very suspicious indeed.
working for ebgames has it's benefits, but they are very few and in between. wait, is that even a saying? 'cause that doesn't make much sense at all. yeah, i need to buy some things for the compu, like a usb mouse/keyboard (the regular mouse/keyboard ports are broken) and a graphics card so i can play black and white 2. because i want to play it and i want to play it NOW. (that and i got a shit load of free games from a connection at EA [including b&w2] that i want to try out). though the majority of those are going to the bf. since i forgot his b-day and all. ... listen, i have a hard enough time keeping track with anniversaries (ten months and counting), and there is no way in hell am i going to remember his b-day if i can't even remember my own half the time.
so i've finally developed a "schedule" to which i can follow everyday:
6:00am: wake up. 6:02am: stare at ceiling angerly questioning why the dawn has to be so fucking bright. stupid east facing room. i will destroy you with doomy doom. 6:07am: cover head with pillow and hope the sun goes away soon. 8:27am: mutter cursewords because roomates are to fucking loud in the morning. 9:42am: actually get out of bed. 10:00am - whenever: play video games. <-- mostly nintendogs, which involves lots of cursing at dogs. whenever - 8:17pm: busy at work, mostly being pissed off at assistant manager. 8:19pm: drive assistant manager to her home. (actual quote: "wait, did i say i was going to give you a ride home or did you just get into my car?" - "it's like a tradition now. shut up and drive.") 8:40pm: come home to drunk roomates. 8:45pm - 11pm: poke at drunk roomates with random bits of weaponry and then giggle insanely as they are unable to defend themselves. now that i think about it, someone should really put all that stuff away. i mean, is it really neccessary to keep a battleaxe by the frontdoor? midnight: sleep.
so now that i look at it, my days are kinda full now, aren't they. even if my stress levels are at an all time high and my hair is turning grey from it all. occasianally i torture nick's cat as well, but she deserves it. she's a violent one, falls asleep in my lap with my hand in her mouth, purring softly. oh what an evil pussy.
oh right, i should talk to the roomates about affording internet. though that won't be after i get a raise or something. stupid other bills. screw this, i'm going off to curse at my doggies somemore.
... i seem to have bad luck with cars resently. i could say so because in so many words, my manager introduced me to our district manager as "the girl who has wrecked two cars in two weeks."
anyways, betsy, my silver 2001 toyota echo was rear ended at a red light so hard she slammed into the car in front of her. needless to say she was totalled. so i got a some-odd-year hyndai accent as a rental, and that got rear ended in a parking lot. note: the car was parked at the time and no one was even in it. so my new car, henry, a 2003 black toyota echo, would probably be scared shitless if i chose to give him such knowledge of what had happened in the past half month or so. thus i shall forgo on telling him.
also i got a teal gameboy ds. (teal, a color that is neither green nor bluE... GAH THE CONFUZZLEMENTS!!!) and nintendogs. but to be fair, the game came with nintendogs. ... so what if i'm watching my little beagle knaw on a digital tennis ball. she is a trained killer, i tells you! misa! destroy all humans! ... ok, that didn't work out as planned, but give me a break. i did just get her yesterday.
i'm still pretty pissed off that kingdom hearts part duex has been set back till mayhaps march of next year. however i am quite pleased that there is a pirates of the carribean level in it.
so i'm at a red light, completely stopped, and i look up in my rear view. the first thing i notice is the expression of shear terror on the person in the car behind me, eyes widened and mustache twitching. all i really remember is thinking "oh fuck." and that's when i was rammed so hard that i hit the person in front of me. now as a result of my poor betsy being in the middle of metal sandwich, my car is totalled. i don't know if it's fixable. the underside of the car is completely jacked up, making it completely undriveable, the back doors don't open at all and the passenger door is not looking so good either.
i love my betsy, i'm hoping she'll be ok. aside from that i'm fucking pissed off.
the house some friends and i are moving into comes with "20 year old liquor." to which i said "we can sell that and redo the backyard." today they decided to open a bottle of whiskey. seagram's whiskey. ... to which they agreed (since i don't drink, i don't know), was very smooth. and only when the bottle was halfway empty did they notice that it was from 1963. ... i'm in agony right now knowing that that bottle must be worth so so very much.
not to fret, we have two bottles of seagram's whiskey from 1960 (one is a 1 quart bottle), another from 1979, a canadian club from 1979, and an old crow from 1966. also one with the serial number 141374526 that we couldn't identify the year.
today i was over-thinking... and when asked to summerize harry potter i couldn't help thinking that there were certain similarties between harry potter and the holocaust. that and how it teachers kids that all they have to do to stop going to school is to convince one of the teachers to murder the principal and mayhaps blow up half the school as well. just for safe measure.
i'm beggining to think that maybe it was a good idea to ban this series of books from schools.
so i may have the oppurtunity to move out of one house and into another. though they're won't be any other female roomates and i'm not shagging any of the male ones. nor do i want to. *shudders*
i should start saving up money to buy cleaning supplies, something tells me that i'll need a lot of them. i've seen what these boys do to bathrooms. it ain't pretty. in fact, it's frightening.
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