Call of Cthulhu
I’ve been playing Call of Cthulhu: Dark Corners of the Earth, and needless to say I’m pretty freaked out.
It’s a crazy, addictive game, but it just scares the pants off me. Of course, this is coming from a girl who was so terrified of Thief: Deadly Shadows that she had to cheat, so take it for what it’s worth. (I love Thief, by the way. I just wish that my nerves wouldn’t kill me all the time whenever I play that game)
Everything just looks beautiful in Call of Cthulhu. Love the film grain effect… unrealistic, but aesthetically pleasing. There’s also this ’sanity system’, where looking at disturbing images would drain your sanity. First the screen goes a little blurry, then you hear your character panting, and his heartbeat goes up. Then if you still insist on looking at the puddle of blood, you lose control of the character, the screen goes blurry and if you have a gun, the character will turn it on himself. Whoo.
Stupid thing is the voice acting. I find it very strange when the guy says “Looks like a case of lead poisoning” in an extremely bored tone and then kills himself 2 seconds later. But I suppose I would’ve been really, really terrified if the voice acting matched his panic.
I’m so terrified that I don’t use the computer as often as I did. It’s that scary.
On a lighter note, I made pasta today! Yum.
Brazil vs Japan: In A Nutshell
Ronaldo: I AM SO NOT FAT!
World: YAY!!!
I think I’m a miser.
Can’t spend 20 dollars without wrecking myself for 3 days thinking about it.
I haven’t bought any new clothes for over 3 years now.
The last thing I bought was a wallet (a week ago), and the one before that was the shopping trip to Japan (Febuary).
I’m always a stickler for turning off the lights and air-conditioning in my house. Because it’s a waste of electricity and ultimately, money.
1200+ bucks for learning how to drive, and now I’m beating myself (and Dad) for not actually putting anything to the test.
I’m pissed 24/7 at you know who you are for splurging like a madwoman on clothes. And she still claims she’s not a big spender.
Decided to stop Japanese classes because I have to pay another 500 bucks. Despite the fact I love Japanese, money is always number 1.
If I did wind up working with a degree and the money becomes all mine, I think I really would wind up being a miser. Guilt is partially lifted from the fact that it’s my parents’ money, so any basic neccesities are justified. But if it was my money, I wouldn’t want to spend a dime of it.
No wonder I always borrow money from people.
Brazil vs Australia in a Nutshell:
Cafu: I’m everywhere! Defender, midfielder and striker I can play all at once!
Ronaldinho: Now you see me, now you don’t!
Australians: Ronaldinho has the ball, mates! SWARM!
Emerson: I’m always being touted as the guy who’s the ‘anchor’ to the team, but I just kick lots of ass.
Commentator: FAT FAT FAT
Ronaldinho: Look at my legs! Lightning speed! I feint, ha, I trick your eyes!
Kaka: STOP PULLING MY SHIRT.
Ronaldo: I’m not fat ;____;
Australians: Ronaldo has the ball, mates! SWARM!
Commentator: … AND RONALDO MISSES! HE’S FAT, I TELL YA!
Guus Hiddink: GET A GOAL, LADS! STRIKE! *throws bottle of water*
Lucio: I kick lots of ass in defending. With the other guys. We always kick lots of ass. But I kick more ass than most.
Roberto Carlos: My free kicks are either sorely disappointing or just plain brilliant. Most of the time it’s sorely disappointing.
Cafu: EVERYWHERE EVERYWHERE EVERYWHERE
Kaka: I run like the wind! Look at me in slow motion! I am Adonis reborn!
Crespo: I thought that was me.
Adriano: I’m not here. Not until the second half anyway.
Ronaldinho: =D =D =D
Refereee: YELLOW CARD
Ronaldo: ;___;
Cafu: ^___^
Australians: GAHWTF
— Halftime —
Ronaldo: Yup, I’m still here. Stop shoving that camera in my face.
Commentator: FAT FAT FAT
Kaka: *RUNS*
Ronaldo: I have the ball!
Australia: *SWARM*
Adriano: Y’know, I think this whole ‘infamy’ thing for Ronaldo works well for us. Look at that: Ronaldo’s covered by 4 guys and I’m wide open.
Ronaldo: *pass*
Adriano: *kick*
Brazil: GOOOOOAAAALLL!!!
Lucio: Ow.
Australians: Yeah, well, sorry mate. We play rugby; that’s not very similar to football ain’it?
Ronaldinho: I back pass! Eye candy! =D
Ronaldo: I’m substituted AGAIN?! But… but… I made a great pass!
Robinho: Shoo.
Ronaldo: ;_______;
Australians: Aw, damn. Now who do we swarm?
Kaka: I’m not having a good day. My shirt gets pulled, I trip all the time, and my shots are either too high or just rebounds off the swarm. But hey, I run like the wind! LOOK!
Australians: SWARM ROBINHO (because Pele said so)! LEAVE KAKA OPEN!
Ronaldinho: And this is the reason why I’m so good. I hold the ball until Roberto Carlos gets here. =D
Adriano: I’m substituted too? Okaayyy…
Fred: I’m so excited!
(insert ‘A Guy Named Fred’ jokes here)
Fred: *kicks and ball rebounds off Australians*
Robinho: *grabs the ball and kicks; but rebounds off goalpost. Goalkeeper leaves his right wide open*
Fred: I dribble the ball into the net, and I act as if I fought past 5 defenders!
Australians: Dammit, swarmed the wrong person.
Fred: I’m so happy! My first World Cup goal EVER! Whee~
Brazil 2, Australia 0.
A moment of quiet contemplation.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Misanthropy.
Japanese.
University.
Unions.
Driving.
Sadism.
America.
Stupidity.
Gwen, Pea, Jeanne.
Hafizah, Vik, Zulia.
Adrenaline.
Sex.
Painting.
Computers.
Grades.
Dad, Mom, sis.
.
..
…
Misanthropy.
I’m just… meh.
I think I wanna feel just meh.
I don’t wanna get pumped up over university.
I don’t wanna get pumped up over what she said that wasn’t true.
I don’t wanna get pumped up over getting a new wallet today, because in between the purchase I spent about 80 bucks.
I don’t wanna get pumped up because Japan just lost to Australia 3-1.
I don’t wanna get pumped up even if it is the World Cup.
I’m… meh.
EDIT: At least I have something to look forward to now… HELLSING の 第8巻：7月26日発売予定 (hope I got that right…)
