What's this about? Simply reply to this journal, and I will:

1) Tell you something I learned about you by looking at your FA page for 13 seconds.
2) Tell you a color you remind me of.
3) Tell you my first memory of you.
4) Ask you a question.
5) Tell you something I like about you.
6) Tell you the object that is to the left of me.
7) Dare you to do this yourself in your Journal.

Seems like I only put a journal up here when I'm pissed off about something. So of course, I am. I just can't really speak about what. So it's kind of a pointless journal. Only one person will probably read it anyway.

I'm having some issues with my digital camera, it seems to be kind've fuzzy on details now. Which is a shame, I was going to use it to put up pictures of the Warhammer 40k miniatures I've been hand painting (which I cleared with an admin). I'd post more writing, but on a site like this, unless it's porn or furry, no one cares or even bothers with it.

For example, if I wrote in here that I was working on a dirty project and wanted help with ideas, many people would be willing to help. But I'm sure that if I just talk about how I need to find a way to capture minis in a good light on a camera, I'll receive zero comments.

I guess that's just how it goes here.

Seems like I only put a journal up here when I'm pissed off about something. So of course, I am. I just can't really speak about what. So it's kind of a pointless journal. Only one person will probably read it anyway.

I'm having some issues with my digital camera, it seems to be kind've fuzzy on details now. Which is a shame, I was going to use it to put up pictures of the Warhammer 40k miniatures I've been hand painting (which I cleared with an admin). I'd post more writing, but on a site like this, unless it's porn or furry, no one cares or even bothers with it.

For example, if I wrote in here that I was working on a dirty project and wanted help with ideas, many people would be willing to help. But I'm sure that if I just talk about how I need to find a way to capture minis in a good light on a camera, I'll receive zero comments.

I guess that's just how it goes here.

Lets say that you got sucked into a REALLY annoying delivery that took four hours of your day away from you. Because you had to make two trips. Now imagine if you were ORDERED to go on that delivery... Against your better judgement.

Now imagine if you got back, fifteen minutes before you had to punch out and the other people that were working, disgusting with your lack of presence at their very boss's request. Imagine them dumping every shit task they had into your lap FIVE minutes before leaving an eight hour shift that started at five o'clock in the morning.

Now also imagine that the person you were working with is an always-angry dickwad who treats women like numbers and men like me like shit. Imagine this person rushing you through these tasks that you OBVIOUSLY want to get done, and him prodding at you and telling you to 'hurry the fuck up.'

This person proceeds to become angry that you want to 'go home' and doesn't understand. I mean, you were on a delivery all day! Tossing around 120 80 pound bundles of shingles for an ingrateful customer that tells you to handle them more carefully from her comfortable porch.

Now imagine if you will, coming home to roommates who seem more annoyed at your presence than anything else. Perhaps that they have to take their fornications to their bedroom instead of just fucking on the couch like usual, while you sit downstairs and try not to listen because the sound of others have the intimacy you want drives you near insane not with jealousy, but envy.

Imagine you start doing stupid things because you're so pissed off at the world that you feel like crying. Everything you don't like, but ignore, suddenly makes you unhappy and angry.

And in the midst of checking your messages for the first time in two days, because you've had to work at 6:30 every morning this week, your female roommate pops down long enough to remind you rent is due. Said female doesn't possess a job. Rage ensues.

So to all those who in the last hour or so that I may have said something thoughless to, I apologize. The above story is the gist of my day, albeit in graphic detail. It's not excuse, but it's there for those that want to read it. I'm sorry everyone. Please bare with me...

*shoots himself with a gun he sorta wishes was real -_-*

Tomorrow night, I leave for ACEN. It'll be the first convention that I've ever attended. I hope it's fun. Because I can't really afford it. XD

I sold 2/3 of my Wii game collection to make it work. And I don't mean like, Elebits and Chicken Shoot. I mean Metroid Prime 3 and Super Mario Galaxy, and one of my precious zombie rail-shooters. Not to mention my Drakengaurd, Turok, and Silent Hill 3... I wanna cry. ;_;

I should have broken down and sold Crisis Core while I was at it. Though the reason I bought my PSP, it's doubtful I'll play it again. Great story, amazing graphics for a handheld, but the gameplay is so 'meh' that it's not really worth it. Sorta like Assassin's Creed. And show how Cloud and Zack developed such a close friendship? My balls it did.

So anyway, it looks like I'm not going to be cosplaying at all. That sucks. But maybe that's for the best. I'm getting buff again, but I'm not seeing anyone I'd fit at the moment. Besides, I'll blend it better and get around easier. Because the only thing nerds hate more than jocks are other nerds. So bad cosplaying won't be getting me in trouble.

But yeah. Good luck to me I hope. I hope I can find a Zeta Gundam action figure... makes me hot just thinking about it. O.O