Saturday, February 01, 2003

Halo.... one of the greatest games ever.... in a party setting!

So there we were...Matt, Brad, K8e, Brent, Heidi, and myself playing on 2 connected systems on two different TVs and wow. I'm like the fat kid in the buffet line, I didn't know how or where to begin! It was a crazy amount of fun until it was Matt and Brent against Brad and I. It was pretty funny to begin with because K8e has never played before and for those of you who know her, even with her getting frustrated it was the cutest thing to hear/watch. (This is not to embaress you K8, just pointing out my amusement...that was sadly at your expense)... Heidi was pretty funny to watch too. I've played once before with her and its not that either of them are bad...it's just that they aren't Legendary Halo Nerds like the rest of us. Needless to say it was pretty fun, cept for one element. I don't know what it is, but I hate playing games against Brent. He and I are both very competative in games and pretty equally matched. The only difference is that he verbalizes his frustration and taunts and I don't. Every time that he'd get a kill he'd make some snide remark or another that just rubbed me the wrong way... I think there was one occassion that I got so mad that after a very sweet kill screamed something to the effect of "Suck it down!".... Due to my level of frustration from getting my hind quarter handed to me on a stick, I would have liked to have added other adjectives in there, but refrained from doing such. We were getting smoked left and right and I had to walk away from the game. I came back, finished it out, and recieved some very good words of advice "Choose your battles, they'll always be there, but they can be avoided." I hate getting so frustrated of stupid nothings... and I don't understand why I do. But for now, I chose rather to stand down than fight a war that I cannot win.

The night ended with a good old game of Starcraft....ah....yes! 4 on 4....Brent(Zerg...for a twist), K8 (Marines), Matt (Marines), and Yours Truly ('Toss...all the way) vs. 4 Computer Zerg players. This was an intense game considering the situation. We ally up only to find that I am stuck in the north west corner by myself....surrounded by the Zerg. I manage to throw up some pillons and photon cannons to protect my front door while I build up. As the computer does...they rush me many times, but the fort holds...Retribution time... K8 flies up 3 Battleruisers to distract the contingant of Zerg that were knocking at my door like the local Mormans or JWs while I slip in to ships up into the back of their one base and Recall to swarms of Zealots in for the kill...."Player 2 eliminated"...Operation Banana Ram.....Success.... I spread my guys like a plague forcing them back into their bases....and then I stumble across blue's base...crud....I leave my poor Zealots to their fate, only to discover that they took out all but 3 of their troops...instinct kicks in and I feel like some kind of military commander and I yell out "Blue's been beaten back....my raid is finished....someone get in there an lay the hammer down!!" Unexpected I hear a returned call "Operation: Fire and Brimstone enroute, sir!" Matt brings his massive fleet in for the clean up while Brent's swarm takes out yet another White base. As I manager to get another group out to help the clean up effort, K8 takes out the final bit of Red left...Victory.....once again the Alliance succeeds.

Friday, January 31, 2003

WWWWAAAAAHHHHHOOOOOOO!!!! (This scream of jubilation has been brought to you by Finished Inductives - "Tear Me apart now - Rejoice later")

Yes my friends, that is correct! Yours Blogly has finished his 3rd inductive study! They are like children, both the best thing that has happened to you and the worst. (granted I am not knowing this from experience, just from what I've seen) I get so much out of inductive studies, but they take such an amazing amount of your life to do! So far the books that I've managed to pick apart are Genesis, Numbers, and Judges. I've learned so much from them, but MAN have they taken a long time. Anywho, it's pretty late and I'm not gunna type alot other than this: I had a major breakthrough tonight and realize that I shouldn't be waiting for the next episode of my slightly underrated soap opera to take place, but wait on God for His perfect will.

Damien out....See ya star side....

Wednesday, January 29, 2003

Ok, tolerate my inspiration and humor me, but don't laugh in my face. This is an old "poem" if you will that I wrote one night while feeling utterly blah and worthless. It has no title, but here goes:

"I am...
Not charming, but a prince
Like the cursed creature I wait
For fate's kiss and just one chance
I am...
A puzzle, made of many pieces
Capable of being broken
Wonderful when complete
I am...
Everything you see
No alterior motives
Honest with myself and others
I am...
Not the market's top dollar
Not the world's ideal
Not everything you hoped I'd be
But....
I am...
Real, like the fresh bloomed rose, not picked
Beautiful, crafted with the wisdom and skill of Almighty God
Because of these...
I am...
me."

“Feelings....
Inside my head...
I dunno, but I’m thinking about you” - Relient K

Argh.... today is shaping into one of those days. I was rudely awakened at about 1:30 - 2 AM ish by some friends thinking that we prank called them. I hate it when people think you’re lying when you specifically state that you aren’t. Anywho, I wouldn’t have minded the call so much if A) there was actually something going on, B) I were actually real close to these people, or C) some earth shattering, life-shaking event just happened and they needed a shoulder. You see, I’ve got this policy with my close friends that is kind of unstated, but it’s there.

Here is Damien’s Policy on Friends in Crisis:

“If something is going wrong or something is terribly upsetting you, call me. Even if it’s at 3:00 in the morning, I would rather have you come to me and interrupt my sleep than have you go through something alone and spend a whole night upset.”

With that being said, I will continue to complain. Wednesdays really suck for me. By suck I don’t mean that it’s a bad day, it’s just that today is a busy day. I wake up (or try) at 9:15, go through my daily routine of grooming and go to class. After class, I run down our arctic hill to work for an hour in the library. Then I attempt to grab a bit of lunch as I run over to the BBC Ritz (TP dorm) from D-groups. Immediately after, I have two hours of classes and an hour and a half in of library work. This day ends with the grand finale of youth group. I think in the span of the day I have a grand total of 20 minutes of actual down time. The saddest thing about this is that I can’t rearrange anything in my day to make it less busy. Peachy.

A note of Prologue:

Ok, so the prologue begins. Unfortunately, it’s not being the way I hoped. My denial is over. However, I need to sort out myself before I decide to do anything. I always have a problem with worrying about “what if”s and the “what if not”s and the fake jealousy that “she’s” not noticing me. ARGH! I hate this wrong thinking. For some reason, I’m feeling it a little more today and I hate it. I know that these feelings and wrong thinkings are not of God, so I need to sort it out. There have been so many times I’ve just wanted to tell her how I feel, but I know that I am only being held back by myself and also my need to seek God’s wisdom.

(A side note: It is terribly ironic how God speaks to you sometimes.... I dunno if its just irony of what, but I figured what better place to find wisdom than the Proverbs....guess what verse happened to be in the section I was reading? "A man who finds a wife finds blessings from God." I can't say that I've found a wife, but I've certainly found my "system requirements" have all been double-checked and appear in "the left-fielder".)

Tuesday, January 28, 2003

Ok, a not so quick word from yours blogly. I think that today's topic will be the sensative topic of pet peaves. No, a pet peave is not a domesticated rodent or fish, but one of those little things that just annoys the crap out of you. Ironicly, some of my biggest pet peaves seen to be amplified here at school.

Pet Peave #1

One of these would be the "dating vocabulary". (To the readers: I am not bitter against dating because of my bad experiences, I am, however, extra sensative to stupidity in relationships) You know that awkward state where a person is extremely attracted and interested with someone of the opposite sex? What do people call it? They say "I like ______"! Hold the phone.... Normally I would use a word such as “like” to describe an object in comparison with another to describe something or to show my enjoyment of some activity, etc.... How “Like” got into the dating vocabulary...I don’t know. But this is generally at the phase where you are developing a crush for someone and become reduced to a slithering pile of mush. Blah. I know that everyone likes that feeling of being in like, but it can be annoying when people of crush type nature, dating or non, use pet names and flirt like mad...makes me a lil sick. The point that I;m trying to make with this pet peave is that gradually this one kind of branches into...

Pet Peave #2

“And dating’s #1 overly used word of the century is....” You guessed it, that feeling of joy and rapture that you experience when you are lucky enough to be in a stable relationship for a while.... (disclaimer: Love is also a term of value towards friends and utter enjoyment of stuff and affection... let us all keep this in mind as we talk about this confusin subject) ... Love is a great thing. I love my parents. I love my friends. I LOVE video games.....I can say that in certain places that I know what love is. But there is that special kind of love that happens in dating relationships that is a moment were you totally cherish your “better-half” and would go to the ends of the earth for them. One of my BIGGEST pet peaves is the couple that after 3 days of dating are all like “I love you...” “No, I love you...” “I love you more....” Blah blah freakin blah! So, Love can be a great thing....but it when it is over- or misused, it REALLY gets me mad!

Ok, so I realize that these are all related to dating and such, but hear me out...I do have other pet peaves such as people you know that drive by you with an empty car and it's snowing out and piercing cold....city driving....and the dutch. However, seeing as how this page is devoted to my personal soap opera, I can focus on whatever happens in a day in the life of me.

Monday, January 27, 2003

Well, well, well... due to months of striving I finally have a place that I can rant my fool head off! I've entitled this to be the posting of my own personal soap opera for a reason. My life is filled with drama and apparently people are amused to hear about it. Just like a soap opera, people get entertainment at the expense of others.

So here is the latest... I have to say that I've had many "episodes" of infatuation or some other event that is semi-earth shattering... because I have lost count, I'm gunna say that I'm on Episode #37. I'd like to say that there is a prelude to it, but I'm not sure in what direction this episode is going. I am in a bit of confused state right now....not exactly sure what direction I should take, but I'm just playin' it by ear and hoping that my "left-fielder" is really something that God is directing me to.

On a crappy note, my roomie is ill and such... I always get like "motherish" when people close to me are sick....I hope that is a good thing. I just like helping people feel better...even if it means sacrificing my smuggled cup of chicken soup... what can I say? I'm a sap for suffering people.

P.S.:Thanx K8e for hooking me up with a rants page!