It was the first day of classes. I'll skip everything except German class. First of all, I went at the wrong time and ended up in Elementary French (I'm taking German Advanced Composition). Anyway, scared to just get up and leave, I waited until the class did introductions. I waited my turn, introduced myself, and, after answering all the ice-breaker questions, explained I was in the wrong class. While everyone giggled, I waved and left. Awkward, but I pulled it off with my pride unscathed.
Evan and I had a very simple plan that crumbled in every place it could crumble. It all revolved around this stupid party, the First Party of the Semester. On the bright side, we bonded with my neighbor, and on the sad side, the party that we spent several hours trying to prepare for was a complete flop. By the time I got there, I was ready to leave. My boyfriend, who stayed to chill with some old friends, later told me I didn't miss much; the biggest event was when two drunk girls were sharing the toilet to vomit, and this dude came in puking through his hand to worm his way in the toilet huddle.
Also, my Ipod died. And we accidentally left several of our friends stranded at a Subway. Oops.
I chilled with my neighbor today. We played some Brawl. The games were a bit, uh, one-sided. It typically involved him running away from me before he inevitably killed himself in his retreat.
But, well, I sure was stoic last night. While Evan whined in his corner, I sat and smoked my cigarettes, thinking about how comfortable that couch was. Almost like....Cradily. The frikkin' tank. <3
I dunno if I ever mentioned this, but if I were a gym leader, I would be all about some grass pokemon. And I would definitely have a Cradily.
I also like to guess what kind of gym leader my friends would be. It's great when you're bored.
Hello! My name is Smatsy. Yep, that's my real name. I swear.
Welcome to my blog. It's awesome, isn't it?
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Pretty much nothing. Just kidding! I love video games, music, art, shopping, and writing. My goal here is to discuss the video games I'm playing, the music I'm listening to, the art I'm crazy about, the best deals, and wonder about those darn oxford commas (and how to avoid ending a phrase with a preposition).
So, without further ado...
From the Catherine art book
I present to you, TODAY'S TOPIC!
Oh my God, Catherine. I love you. My brother got this game for me for Christmas because Skyrim was the predictable choice (more on that lovely specimen later). Since I had no idea what to expect out of this seemingly raunchy title, I waited for my household to go to sleep before I dared play it.
Surprisingly, as far as M-rated games go, this one was fairly sweet. No actual nudity as one would expect; just a lot of swearing, drinking, and gore. I'm not complaining.
At once I was addicted. During the day, the story unfolds into a terribly stressful situation, and at night you're rewarded with an even more stressful nightmare sequence that requires you to quickly push and pull blocks to scale gigantic towers. Before you get the hang of things, the nightmares are difficult if not cruel. By the time you see blocks as you're falling asleep each night, you become a God of Catherine, and it is blissful.
So, in case you're wondering, I've beaten Catherine (the game, not the person) three times. Whenever my boyfriend finally beats it, I'm going to play it a few more times. I do need to get lots of gold trophies, after all!
So, if your idea of a great game is constant stress and terror, go get Catherine. You won't be disappointed.
Now listen to this music and do your best not to dance. I love it when terrifying things have happy soundtracks. It somehow adds to the overall creepiness.
