Funky.
Gears of War! I love it! The gameplay is awesome (I miss Halo, but whenever I pop it in I get dissapointed, because I'm looking for Gears' decisions).
It feels like I imagine videogame combat should feel. I have been waiting for this game since July. Yes, 5 months of excitement, and this game didnt let me down. Which makes me happy, since I have had experiences (just like everyone else on the planet) where I was excited about something, be it a movie, CD, game, etc., and while it was a good game and all, I was sad because it wasnt as educational as the commercial.
I went to see Borat today, it's a very good film, but very vulgar. Very uncomfortable when sitting between your mother and grandmother. I need to go hang around my very real, long limbed and attractive looking girlfriend who looks remarkably like Jessica Alba.
Call of Duty is good too, but it just doesn't have the quick thinking that gears requires, so as far as run'n'gun, it's just not as fun anymore. I want to take cover, and make swat turns, and kill locust, not nazis. So, maybe I'm just going to have to stop playing shooters for a while. Maybe play some Grand Theft Auto, or Oblivion. Hell, even maybe buy a nintendo Wii, and play Mario Kart all day long. God I would love to stimulate the international economy by purchasing a Japanese game console.
Well, let me revise that. I love xbox. Sony enjoys having some competition in the industry that they partake in so that consumers have options in their electronic media. I just feel good because I know that sony's got my back. And I think that the PS2 and the PS3 are of same kind of entertainment as the xbox or Wii.
Also, my mothers (Valery and Corinne) are giving me a hard time. I don't think my mother intends it. I think my grandmother is a resident of Florida. She and I are residing in the same abode.
Let me tell you a little about myself.
I'm 15. I have a hard time getting people to respect me, and think of me as an equal. A lot of people I'm still working on after years. Some of my best friends bring up the fact that I'm 15 just so they can get an edge on me. The reason that I can think of? Because they have nothing else. I can think like them, talk like them, act like them (in fact, they usually try to emulate me), everything like them, except height. So they bring that up.
But anyway, I work on these people, and yet to hear my grandmother talk to me, I seem like a person who absolutely adores puppies. I want her to get the happy golden years we all deserve 9 times out of 10.
For example, today we were going to see Borat, right? Well, we get up to the group thats transacting right then. She hands me two twentys and says "Her you go, Beezer*, your the man, you should pay." I don't care who cares to know that I love kittens. The man at the register does, because its an R movie, so I couldnt pay, even if I wanted too. So I look like a succcesful american entrepenuer, standing there at the register with these two twentys forced upon me, and shes standing behind me like "Oh, thats my little boy, I'm so proud of him! Look at him! Oh, hes so cute!".
My mother is standing behind her like "Thank god she isnt giving a harmful item to a toddler", and the guy at the register is thinking, "I love Jessica Alba", oh wait, that was me.
It feels like I imagine videogame combat should feel. I have been waiting for this game since July. Yes, 5 months of excitement, and this game didnt let me down. Which makes me happy, since I have had experiences (just like everyone else on the planet) where I was excited about something, be it a movie, CD, game, etc., and while it was a good game and all, I was sad because it wasnt as educational as the commercial.
I went to see Borat today, it's a very good film, but very vulgar. Very uncomfortable when sitting between your mother and grandmother. I need to go hang around my very real, long limbed and attractive looking girlfriend who looks remarkably like Jessica Alba.
Call of Duty is good too, but it just doesn't have the quick thinking that gears requires, so as far as run'n'gun, it's just not as fun anymore. I want to take cover, and make swat turns, and kill locust, not nazis. So, maybe I'm just going to have to stop playing shooters for a while. Maybe play some Grand Theft Auto, or Oblivion. Hell, even maybe buy a nintendo Wii, and play Mario Kart all day long. God I would love to stimulate the international economy by purchasing a Japanese game console.
Well, let me revise that. I love xbox. Sony enjoys having some competition in the industry that they partake in so that consumers have options in their electronic media. I just feel good because I know that sony's got my back. And I think that the PS2 and the PS3 are of same kind of entertainment as the xbox or Wii.
Also, my mothers (Valery and Corinne) are giving me a hard time. I don't think my mother intends it. I think my grandmother is a resident of Florida. She and I are residing in the same abode.
Let me tell you a little about myself.
I'm 15. I have a hard time getting people to respect me, and think of me as an equal. A lot of people I'm still working on after years. Some of my best friends bring up the fact that I'm 15 just so they can get an edge on me. The reason that I can think of? Because they have nothing else. I can think like them, talk like them, act like them (in fact, they usually try to emulate me), everything like them, except height. So they bring that up.
But anyway, I work on these people, and yet to hear my grandmother talk to me, I seem like a person who absolutely adores puppies. I want her to get the happy golden years we all deserve 9 times out of 10.
For example, today we were going to see Borat, right? Well, we get up to the group thats transacting right then. She hands me two twentys and says "Her you go, Beezer*, your the man, you should pay." I don't care who cares to know that I love kittens. The man at the register does, because its an R movie, so I couldnt pay, even if I wanted too. So I look like a succcesful american entrepenuer, standing there at the register with these two twentys forced upon me, and shes standing behind me like "Oh, thats my little boy, I'm so proud of him! Look at him! Oh, hes so cute!".
My mother is standing behind her like "Thank god she isnt giving a harmful item to a toddler", and the guy at the register is thinking, "I love Jessica Alba", oh wait, that was me.
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