Tuesday. 30 March 2010. Part II.

WARNING. THIS POST CONTAINS NAUGHTY WORDS.
1:32 PM
Currently listening to Gasper play Cave Story on the Wii. It’s rather funny; he sounds like Nick, just repeating “Damnit Damnit Damnit” at the top of his lungs and talking to the game itself. I think that’s how I sound when I’m playing. I just go “Shit shit shit crap DANGIT” or something similar…

“Fuck! Fuckin missles! FUCK!!”

Okay, I’m trying not to die of laughter and it’s not working.

*deep breath*

Let’s see. We’ve got Gasper, Ian, and my twin-ish person Matt in this room at the same time. I get Gasper’s circle chair. And I’ve discovered that I can’t sit on the floor until my back is completely healed. Sat down for about a half hour, lying on my back or sitting up straight, and it took me a good three minutes to stand up because of the pain. And I was in a lot of pain this morning too. Frankie watched me with a confused expression. I didn’t feel like complaining about my back again.

Kinda sad about not getting to talk to Charles much today. Well, it is only one in the afternoon, but he’s busy till… um… late, and I have Arabic just a bit after ‘late’ so I won’t be able to talk with him till pretty late indeed. Which is alright, but I’m starting to tell that I’m falling behind on sleep and it’s close to getting bad. And it’s not even close to finals. Uuurgh. Morning person + night person = [scribbles] + [fail] <-- seemingly proper equation so far

Gasper is attacking the interwebs to figure out what to do next in Cave Story. I just had to untangle myself from his cable. (…that’s what she said?)

Right now, the entirety of the purpose of this post is to put off starting on my Arabic. But that’s only going to work for so long. I’ll keep trying, though. Oh! I can work on my outline! And Gasper is confused. Poor little brother.

List of Gasper-isms, compiled today while he played Hell Level in Cave Story.
“Oh, you son of a whore.”
“There you are. Now you’re here, stupid bitch.”
“Ooooooaaah, mother fucker.”
“Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay Okay. We’re good so far. We’re good so far. Okay. This is the hard part.”
“Oooh fuck yes. Aha. I am a sexy beast.”
“Must. Abuse. System.”
“I’m shooting effing DUCKS. That is not a good thing.”

Too sleepy to work on outline. Naptime.