This is my life there are many others like it but this one is mine... yesterday I went to the mall and hit up the clearance rack for some new threads. I decided to wear them to a party/barbeque. I think subconsiously I see clean clothes as a blank canvas. I got home safe, but when I woke and went to work, while changing I noticed blood on my new shirt. Now grass stains I might expect, seeing that I was wrestled to the ground for no apparent reason. I don't usually "black out" I remember paul was running around nekked, and playing a game of twister (both completely seperate incidents mind you) but I don't have any clue where that blood came from. Upon further examination I determined I had no new wounds so the blood wasn't mine. It doesn't really bother me except that I've heard blood stains are difficult to remove and I wanna look sharp when I go out with that girl. That's why I got the clothes in the first place. Oh well, I guess it coulda turned out worse. I got moderately drunk and to my knowledge did not make an ass of myself so can't really complain. Oh yeah!

So like everything else in my life I've been slacking on my blog. So nothing new really. let's see, I talked to a girl at my work to see if she could hook me up with her friend(a real cutie). I called her and she told me that her friend wasn't seeing anyone and told me to call her back the next day. I did with no results, I got her voicemail. So I was little disappointed being that I wanted to do something on one of my days off. Oh well. Talked to her today on her way to lunch she said she had received the message but was drunk and didn't realize whether it was a dream or not. funny stuff. Anyway I think this might be what I need to mix things up a bit. Although I'm kinda hesitant because I've never dated anyone younger than myself and from what I know she's a good bit younger than me. I'll deal. I'm tired again, slightly hungover and still have that nauseated after drinking all night feeling. Trying to satiate myself with ice water and cigarettes knowing full well that if I tried to eat I probably couldn't stomach it. So I don't want to set my hopes too high in this situation (it's not that I think she's outta my league) but this whole interacting with the females is titillating (pun intended). Been playing a lot of guitar lately spawned mostly by my intense boredom at work. I can't complain though getting $7.20 an hr. to read my book and play guitar ain't bad. A guy walking by just compared me to Elvis, I think.

I'm tired. I got a decent amount of sleep. I really didn't drink that much. I realized after rereading my last post it was kinda depressing. Thats all good and well but that's not why I'm here. I read all these magazines about videogames and it urks me to see so many copycat/sequel games, and how they all fit a profile(whether brawler, fps, rpg, sim...) I'd like to think that my untrained mind can come up with something creative and original. Epw and I were talking about a genre breaker that seemed to border on the, no wait it would reside within the depths of insanity. having the character partake in a multitude of patchworked elements proven effective time and time again. Using these elements to give the player a false sense of familiarity. And from there utterly desroying their hold on what they think is reality.
a game wherein the objectives are not neccesarily clear (to a point), its format (gameplay-wise) would be constantly changing, continuity would have no place be it your character or its environments, levels would be randomly generated (of course), common laws of physics woul not apply or would be a constant variant, basic ideas of cause and effect would generate unexpected sometimes nonsensical results.

this gives me an idea!

My life. I feel like the giant boulder rolling back and forth between two hills. Everytime I manage a glimpse of greatness or noteworthy achievement I fall back into old patterns, losing my momentum and rolling back down towards the depths of mediocracy. In a rut... Repetitive and static in its miraged state of motion. I don't know if it's life as a whole or a certain element that seems to be eating away at me, draining my very lifeforce. I am the master of my own destiny... or at least I think so. Add something new and interesting to stir it all up. Without the proper motivation this idea is benign and utterly useless. although this[blogging] is new it hasn't been all that interesting so far (but that's really up to me isn't it?) So I need some inspiration I figure, and this is where I've turned- or been turned, all depending. Feedback?