One of the “problems” around the holidays season is the flood of quality games that come out. Publishers are always vying for that Christmas market, and set release dates so that people have ample time to wrap up a game and put it under the tree. I’m currently addicted to Tony Hawk Underground for the GBA. I’ve been playing some Prince of Persia, although without a controller it’s very frustrating. I can completely understand why so many people have such good things to say about it, but I’m thinking that it’s only playable as a console game. There’s also Uru, which I still have to play and finish with Trolley. Then there’s Double Dash for the GC I haven’t tried yet, and Wind Waker I haven’t finished yet.

Good thing I already finished Call of Duty before Christmas, and the Thief III and Half-Life 2 release dates have been pushed back or there would be no way I’d be motivated enough for class.

I’d be screened out of the Average Joe tryouts because I’m not absolutely, totally oblivious about my own dorkiness.

Why do I write? Mostly because I feel like it. I can’t write with a pen because a computer allows me to organize my thoughts much better. I choose to publish my thoughts online. Yet I don’t write for an audience, I don’t care who reads, I don’t know who’s interested.

Does it take a reader to validate my thoughts? Not quite. I doubt I’d feel as good as I do after posting an entry if I just typed it in a text file and saved it on my hard drive. Everything I write is posted and made public. So why do I post if it doesn’t matter whether someone reads or not?

This is similar to my style of dress. The clothes I wear are a reflection of my mood, even though I don’t think anyone takes notice or actually cares.

An exercise in expression is its own reward.

Must stay awake until 11. I’m trying to bake something in the oven but I can’t seem to do simple math to calculate how much time is left. I hate it when I get like this. It’s why I always always always need to sleep well. Whenever I don’t have enough sleep, I can’t function for the rest of the day. I don’t need a lot of sleep, just eight hours will do, and I’m fine. Take away a few of those hours and I can’t concentrate for the life of me. I can’t do any work, I can’t read, I can’t think, I can only sit and watch movies or play games until it’s time to go to bed again. That’s why I can get fairly grumpy if I’m disturbed by someone sleeping with me or the fucking false fire alarms that happen so often in this building.

It was worth it though. As Trolley said, home is a nice change, but can’t compete with cigars, sessions, games, some Trailer Park Boys on DVD, and a fun group of people. I think that having no real friends for most of my life has made me really appreciate the time spent with the ones I have now.

It’s seven in the morning, and the sun still hasn’t come out yet. I’m completely exhausted. I’m going to try to take a six hour nap, and then stay awake until night to put my system back on track. Nick says he’s going to go to sleep now and wake up at noon. I say, “Hahahhhahah good luck buddy”. I’m too tired to go to practice (I’d be scared of falling asleep on the bus ride there), so I’m just going to spend the day fighting sleep. Maybe I’ll watch Midway, Ghandi, or Seven Samurai to keep me busy. Maybe I’ll install Sands of Time so I can stay awake. Gaming is the only thing that I can do without falling asleep. After all, I’m still awake at this hour.