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I have this feeling of wanting to write, but then I find myself at a blank at what exactly to write about. So, ramble time? That works. Plus, I'm like two glasses in so slightly buzzed. Slightly. I've been sick the past couple days, so it's nice to actually feel kind of okay.
First, for the gamers on my friends list; Batman Arkham City is pure greatness. I don't even like Batman that much, and I finished the game and am still playing it. There are very few games I play right from beginning to end and that one I did. The ending was great. I liked the first one well enough, but the second one is better in almost every single way. What a great way to start off the holiday season, here's hoping Skyrim, Uncharted 3, and Saint's Row are all that awesome too. I love those days of disappearing entirely into another place -- whether it be a video game, TV show, book, etc. My plan originally for my week off school was to enjoy one day at home and the other in the city, but me being sick changed that. So, Monday I spent the entire day watching Supernatural and Tuesday I spent entirely in Arkham City. I regret nothing.
You know, it's weird when you're standing in a place you've stood many, many times over the past few years but you realize that while you're still in the same spot, the people around you are different. No longer are they the familiar faces I've grown so accustomed to, but rather completely new faces. Everyone around me is moving, changing, but I stay in the same place. It has made those very few familiar faces that are left all that much closer. I hadn't realized how many people had left my life in just a years time.
Well, not exactly the same place, if I'm being honest. I was looking back today at my entries in here around the same time last year and it has almost been a year since the beginning of the end for a certain part of my life that I talked about in that drunk rant a few weeks ago now. Time really does fly. I read those words and I realize I'm not the same person entirely. That girl doesn't exist anymore, and for that I'm glad. The fear I used to carry is gone. The confidence in my walk is real, no longer me pretending to be the person I wished I was. Everything else I do at lightning speed, but life itself, I take my sweet time to do anything. I used to think that was a curse, not so much now.
Almost Nikita and Supernatural time! I love Friday nights at home. I really do.
First, for the gamers on my friends list; Batman Arkham City is pure greatness. I don't even like Batman that much, and I finished the game and am still playing it. There are very few games I play right from beginning to end and that one I did. The ending was great. I liked the first one well enough, but the second one is better in almost every single way. What a great way to start off the holiday season, here's hoping Skyrim, Uncharted 3, and Saint's Row are all that awesome too. I love those days of disappearing entirely into another place -- whether it be a video game, TV show, book, etc. My plan originally for my week off school was to enjoy one day at home and the other in the city, but me being sick changed that. So, Monday I spent the entire day watching Supernatural and Tuesday I spent entirely in Arkham City. I regret nothing.
You know, it's weird when you're standing in a place you've stood many, many times over the past few years but you realize that while you're still in the same spot, the people around you are different. No longer are they the familiar faces I've grown so accustomed to, but rather completely new faces. Everyone around me is moving, changing, but I stay in the same place. It has made those very few familiar faces that are left all that much closer. I hadn't realized how many people had left my life in just a years time.
Well, not exactly the same place, if I'm being honest. I was looking back today at my entries in here around the same time last year and it has almost been a year since the beginning of the end for a certain part of my life that I talked about in that drunk rant a few weeks ago now. Time really does fly. I read those words and I realize I'm not the same person entirely. That girl doesn't exist anymore, and for that I'm glad. The fear I used to carry is gone. The confidence in my walk is real, no longer me pretending to be the person I wished I was. Everything else I do at lightning speed, but life itself, I take my sweet time to do anything. I used to think that was a curse, not so much now.
Almost Nikita and Supernatural time! I love Friday nights at home. I really do.
