Well, I guess I'll get to the point quickly so as not to lose people's attention spans: This journal is here to ease my mind. That gigantic blank area above my ID stares at me. It has EYES. I would go so far as to say it has a friggin' SOUL. It sits there and laughs at me;

"Ha ha ha. You have no journal! I mock you! I mock your family! I mock your spleen!"

So, yeah, this journal is here so I can stop having nightmares about the DA-Bot strangling me with a giant, rainbow-colored literature tag. What I will write about? Who cares? Will it be readable? I don't give a damn. But, type I shall. And, if your eyes should choose to wander further down this column of words, read you shall.


Yoda I am not.


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Let's start with video games.

Crowd: "Oh, really?" *Wide-eyed*

I don't need your sarcasm! *throws angry kitten into crowd* That should hold 'em.

Anyway, I have but one word for you:


BRAWL

If this word means nothing to you, turn back now. If it DOES mean something to you, please, feel free to continue. ^^

Anyway, despite the fact that I don't own a Wii (Soon!), I still am looking forward to precious SSBB. Every day, the poor, pasty fellow at Game Crazy cringes as I sit across the way from him, staring intently at him in that glazed way I have when I think of video games. Every day, the exchange goes the same:

Clerk: "May I help you, Ma'am?"
Me: "Yes."
Clerk:"..."
Me:"..."
Clerk: "Er, with what?"
Me: "Soon."
Clerk: "Um, what?"
Me: Soon. Very soon."

And then the awkward silence continues onward until the store closes. By the time SSBB arrives *Twitch*, he shall be properly conditioned, like a well-trained puppy, to just hand it to me, along with a Wii, and just watch blankly while I take my leave.

It will work. I truly believe so.

...

Just you watch.

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