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16 years ago
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YO GUIZ, I'M SO 20 RITE NAO... *hic*
Yush, useless plug of birthday. Birthdays are becoming less of party days and more of nods.
Accomplishments since last year... hmm... hm...
Well, I got Puyo Puyo 7 a month and a half ago, which r00lz. I have met very few people who even know what Puyo Puyo is, let alone play it well. Most just dismiss it as "Tetris." But playing online with a majority of people that outperform me is a new challenge. :D
I went to Anthrocon this passing summer, this time in a suit of my own, a generous gift from
kojikogel . He was also providing the money for a room at the Westin. I owe him a great deal for the fun I had there, as well as the signatures we got. Just telling my friends about the event encouraged them to want to come next year.
I quit Final Fantasy XI. It seems I may be done with it for good, and it has its ups and downs. With the somewhat forced decision to give it up for school, my account was cancelled by my dad without my confirmation. I didn't get to say goodbye. However, the true friends I made on there, I have my ways of contacting them. Any regrets I had made in-game I think I had made up for: the pricey Hagun I sold a long time ago that shot up in its cost soon after--I painstakingly bought back. In any case, i look forward to Final Fantasy XIV. Looks quite promising with an upgrade in graphics.
I was graced with playing the Ecco the Dolphin series featured on Sonic's Ultimate Genesis Collection. Never finished my review of Ecco II: The Tides of Time, but never has a game moved me so much. It's very, very unfortunate that Appaloosa didn't finish the third in the series, only a "secret password" at the end of Tides of Time to give the hint of something big. Playing through The Tides of Time on the Hard Mode was an incredible undertaking that I pride myself on being able to beat. It took many hours of frustration, but after repeating Welcome to the Machine from the first Ecco after being swallowed by the Vortex Queen, eh, it's not so bad. The games had been available to me for a while--since I was pretty young--so when I tried it, I was kind of creeped out, but little did I know how morbid the two Genesis games really got. Thinking about what The Tube and The Machine really are and the whole concept behind the Vortex still make me shiver. In summary, the games have made me really appreciate dolphins, moving them up, towards the top of my favorites. ;p
This past weekend, for my birthday as well as my mother's, she and I got that Beatles Rock Band set. Definitely the best of the series for me, it's good to see that there's not just 5 or 6 good songs on a $60 game. Being able to do vocals and guitar on a song was very exciting, too. Of course, growing up listening to the Beatles is how I can get away without looking at the lyrics. Previously with Rock Band, my mother would show some interest, but I'd have to put on no-fail mode. Howeeever, with this game, she can do well on Expert vocals. ...And I'm pretty sure she was loopy, too. That'd explain why we were playing the game through her expensive and loud stereo. Too loud for me and a couple of my friends from college. Hahaha. :3
That's about all I can think of off the top of my head.
However, this last year will be memorable for me with the loss of a dear friend. One of my main inspirations of being a furry was my black cat William. When he got past his young stage, he didn't play as much, and he always tried to be the alpha-cat. So mild-mannered and, not to mention, de-clawed, he was a wuss deep inside. He seemed like he would be quite the gentleman. I got to see him as a kitten; I was 7 at the time, I believe. Between that time and now, I've moved five times and he's been there, right beside me. In the past few years, he's always wanted into my room at night to sleep in the same room as me. When I first went away to college, my mom told me he would wait outside my door for me, and after a couple of weeks, he would spend a lot of time in the basement. She said he thought I was gone for good. And whenever I came home for a weekend or whenever, i'd pick him up and he'd start purring.
However, in the week and a half before i went away to college for this (my second) year, he got quite sick. It seemed like a cold he'd get over eventually, but when his legs started getting weak, we decided that the vitamin-enriched formula that we had been feeding the malnourished kittens with wasn't enough. So I made the call to the local vet to get him some help. Taking him in, it was sad to see my buddy suffering, though he seemed to be a tad stronger after the injections that the vet administered. His appetite increased to near normal, it seemed. So with him on the road to recovery, I didn't have a problem going back to college with something hanging over my head.
A few days into college, my mom gave me a call and said that William had not been feeling well lately. This was on a Tuesday night. Taking that to mind, I figured I would visit that weekend. Right before I went to bed at 12:30 A.M. two days later, that Thursday night, I got an e-mail from my mom. Assuming that I had went to bed, she sent the e-mail instead of calling me. She said that she was watching a movie with William in her arms when she looked down, only to see that he had died. I didn't take it particularly well, though, I had no regrets. I did what I could to help and he knew I loved him. He was 12; that's plenty of time for a cat to live. Though, spending as much time with that cat as I did, no amount of preparation could brace me for his departure. I cried, indeed. My family was worried how I'd take it, so when I was silent the next day, everyone seemed to be calling me, asking how I was doing. My mom told me that she thinks William was holding on to life until I went away to college again.
William was a special cat, and he still is. He's got a grave with a small headstone in the yard beside a somewhat big tree. My family adored him and his passing wasn't easy, but he's got a place with us.
If you've read down this far, thanks. You must be really bored. ;p LONG-ASS JOURNAL. Every year's gonna have ups and downs, and this is just another year.
Yush, useless plug of birthday. Birthdays are becoming less of party days and more of nods.
Accomplishments since last year... hmm... hm...
Well, I got Puyo Puyo 7 a month and a half ago, which r00lz. I have met very few people who even know what Puyo Puyo is, let alone play it well. Most just dismiss it as "Tetris." But playing online with a majority of people that outperform me is a new challenge. :D
I went to Anthrocon this passing summer, this time in a suit of my own, a generous gift from
kojikogel . He was also providing the money for a room at the Westin. I owe him a great deal for the fun I had there, as well as the signatures we got. Just telling my friends about the event encouraged them to want to come next year.I quit Final Fantasy XI. It seems I may be done with it for good, and it has its ups and downs. With the somewhat forced decision to give it up for school, my account was cancelled by my dad without my confirmation. I didn't get to say goodbye. However, the true friends I made on there, I have my ways of contacting them. Any regrets I had made in-game I think I had made up for: the pricey Hagun I sold a long time ago that shot up in its cost soon after--I painstakingly bought back. In any case, i look forward to Final Fantasy XIV. Looks quite promising with an upgrade in graphics.
I was graced with playing the Ecco the Dolphin series featured on Sonic's Ultimate Genesis Collection. Never finished my review of Ecco II: The Tides of Time, but never has a game moved me so much. It's very, very unfortunate that Appaloosa didn't finish the third in the series, only a "secret password" at the end of Tides of Time to give the hint of something big. Playing through The Tides of Time on the Hard Mode was an incredible undertaking that I pride myself on being able to beat. It took many hours of frustration, but after repeating Welcome to the Machine from the first Ecco after being swallowed by the Vortex Queen, eh, it's not so bad. The games had been available to me for a while--since I was pretty young--so when I tried it, I was kind of creeped out, but little did I know how morbid the two Genesis games really got. Thinking about what The Tube and The Machine really are and the whole concept behind the Vortex still make me shiver. In summary, the games have made me really appreciate dolphins, moving them up, towards the top of my favorites. ;p
This past weekend, for my birthday as well as my mother's, she and I got that Beatles Rock Band set. Definitely the best of the series for me, it's good to see that there's not just 5 or 6 good songs on a $60 game. Being able to do vocals and guitar on a song was very exciting, too. Of course, growing up listening to the Beatles is how I can get away without looking at the lyrics. Previously with Rock Band, my mother would show some interest, but I'd have to put on no-fail mode. Howeeever, with this game, she can do well on Expert vocals. ...And I'm pretty sure she was loopy, too. That'd explain why we were playing the game through her expensive and loud stereo. Too loud for me and a couple of my friends from college. Hahaha. :3
That's about all I can think of off the top of my head.
However, this last year will be memorable for me with the loss of a dear friend. One of my main inspirations of being a furry was my black cat William. When he got past his young stage, he didn't play as much, and he always tried to be the alpha-cat. So mild-mannered and, not to mention, de-clawed, he was a wuss deep inside. He seemed like he would be quite the gentleman. I got to see him as a kitten; I was 7 at the time, I believe. Between that time and now, I've moved five times and he's been there, right beside me. In the past few years, he's always wanted into my room at night to sleep in the same room as me. When I first went away to college, my mom told me he would wait outside my door for me, and after a couple of weeks, he would spend a lot of time in the basement. She said he thought I was gone for good. And whenever I came home for a weekend or whenever, i'd pick him up and he'd start purring.
However, in the week and a half before i went away to college for this (my second) year, he got quite sick. It seemed like a cold he'd get over eventually, but when his legs started getting weak, we decided that the vitamin-enriched formula that we had been feeding the malnourished kittens with wasn't enough. So I made the call to the local vet to get him some help. Taking him in, it was sad to see my buddy suffering, though he seemed to be a tad stronger after the injections that the vet administered. His appetite increased to near normal, it seemed. So with him on the road to recovery, I didn't have a problem going back to college with something hanging over my head.
A few days into college, my mom gave me a call and said that William had not been feeling well lately. This was on a Tuesday night. Taking that to mind, I figured I would visit that weekend. Right before I went to bed at 12:30 A.M. two days later, that Thursday night, I got an e-mail from my mom. Assuming that I had went to bed, she sent the e-mail instead of calling me. She said that she was watching a movie with William in her arms when she looked down, only to see that he had died. I didn't take it particularly well, though, I had no regrets. I did what I could to help and he knew I loved him. He was 12; that's plenty of time for a cat to live. Though, spending as much time with that cat as I did, no amount of preparation could brace me for his departure. I cried, indeed. My family was worried how I'd take it, so when I was silent the next day, everyone seemed to be calling me, asking how I was doing. My mom told me that she thinks William was holding on to life until I went away to college again.
William was a special cat, and he still is. He's got a grave with a small headstone in the yard beside a somewhat big tree. My family adored him and his passing wasn't easy, but he's got a place with us.
If you've read down this far, thanks. You must be really bored. ;p LONG-ASS JOURNAL. Every year's gonna have ups and downs, and this is just another year.
Happy 20!