Get in on the John

Greetings! It is that time again! I have just run out of adventures in Kingdom of Loathing, it is late, and my roommate has gone home for the weekend.
And so here I am, once again boxed up in the little world of my computer, wasting my precious time in the most wasteful fashion possible: by downloading things which I will probably only look at twice: once to find them, and then again to delete them, so as to make room for more downloads.
Find. Download. Delete. Repeat as needed.
Man, do I have fun or what?

Today has been the perfect depressing ending to a depressing week. Yez yez, Ah sit and Ah savoure ze sweet bitterneess of ze situation.
You see, this morning my clock radio attempted to wake me up as usual, starting by softening me up at 6:45 with the local radio station's morning show, and then attempting to blow my brains out my ears at 7:00 with an obnoxiously high-pitched pulsing buzz. But this morning, instead of steadfastly fighting awakeness all the way up to the buzzing part, at which point I would normally try my best to knock everything in arms reach off my desk in a frantic attempt to pound the snooze button into submission, I instead woke up with the first word out of the morning show guy's mouth, skipped the easily-reached snooze button, and flipped the two tiny switches on the side of the clock, turning both alarms off completely.
I then entered that strange state where one is still mostly asleep, but at the same time possesses a tiny sliver of consciousness. So there I was, laying in my bed like a heavy bronze statue ( do not question the similies! ;-) ), straddling the barrier between consciousness and unconsciousness, and while one part of me was happily making friends with the ninja penguins on their gigantic flying apple pie fortress, a smaller part was demanding I tell him why the heck I turned off the alarms. I just kept on going on and on about it. In fact, I became quite a nuisance, going so far as to interrupt my penguin sensei's lesson on the sacred art of the deadly air freshener-nun-chucks, myself whining something about how I was going to miss my programming lab, and if I remembered that I got graded on that lab, and yelling something about how here in the states if you missed a test you failed it, unlike my previous French school. I paused in my training long enough to tell the part of me who was conscious that it was Ok, I would go to class today, but just not this one, and silenced the annoyingly correct part of myself with a deadly airfreshener-nun-chuck hit to the groin. And so I slept blissfully, although some part of me was aware that at this very moment a pretty red "F" was being written somewhere close to my name, slept all the way up to towards 9:00. When I finally became fully awake and realized what I had done, I felt pretty embarrassed by the whole deal, and disappointed that I would receive yet another bad grade this week. ( More on that later ) But I figured, what the hey, at least this turn of events is not a total loss, now I had extra time to do the EECE 210 homework that I had been saving for such a special occasion as this. ( the occasion being that it was due at 3PM that day ) And so I sprung nimbly out of bed and streched luxiouriously, determined to keep this bad start from ruining the day, and decided that I should get started immediately on that EECE homework. Strangely enough it seemed as if I had a bizarre definition of "doing homework", because I began working on it by getting out and putting on my desk: my homework paper, my EECE notebook, my calculator, a pen, a pencil, and finally a ruler; and then immediately resting my elbows on my notebook, turning on my computer, opening up my programs and beginning to download more useless files.
Find. Download. Delete. Repeat.
Again, a more intelligent part of me began screaming about how my homework would not do itself, and time was running out, et cetera, et cetera, blablabla, but thankfully I remained immune to it's logic and managed to ignore it's buzzing in my head, buzzing just like my alarm would have if I had not turned it off. Too bad I couldn't turn the voice off as well.
Some part of me stayed hopeful that I would still go to my 12:30 Calc recitation, but deep, deep down I think I already knew that I wasn't going to get up out of this chair and away from this computer anytime soon. It only took the completion of the Family Guy Movie download to convince myself to skip recitation, and I spent the next hour and a half not doing my homework and not going to class, but rather subjecting myself to the tastelessness that was that movie. Cutting class is not without cost for me, and guilt was piling upon guilt. To make a long story short, the smart part kicking me repeatedly eventually had it's effect, but too late. I had enough time to scribble the answer ( I hope ) to the first question of my homework on a piece of paper, throw on my sandals and a jacket, and hurry off to my EECE class. Did I mention that we have quizzes in this class every Friday? And of course I studied just about nothing before I burst into class a couple of minutes late and quickly shuffled into a chair. Thankfully enough for me, we managed to convince the professor to skip the test in favor of doing an electrical circuit demo, but my class-skipping and not-homework-doing had already done it's damage, reducing me to the self-loathing, quivering, anti-social lump you see before you.
And that's not all! There's more! For the low-low price of my self-respect, I did the same things ( half-done, late, poor quality ) on Wednesday for my Calc Homework, and then on Thursday for my EECE lab write up. Not to mention the evil SATANIC Calc I test we took on Tuesday! I mean, I pretty much have already learned everything in that class, but this test had me crying for my mommy! ( Or maybe someone with a Ph.D in Math. Whoever was closest. )
Anyway, that is the sad, sad, self destructive story of my week. And no, it wasn't really the computer's fault, just like murder isn't really the gun's fault. It was merely a tool I used for my self destruction.
I must lack Seritonin or something. :)

Aanyway... less sad, more happy! On a much lighter note, I have just rediscovered Tibia, a pretty cool game my cousins introduced me to awhile back. ( Click on the link to find out all you need to know about it. From Wikipedia ) Much like Kingdom of loathing, it is a free game which you play online. But as you can see from the picture to the left, Tibia is graphics based, unlike KoL. The graphics sorta remind me of a gameboy game, but the gameplay however is much more advanced. Basically it is the usual action RPG, you fight monsters, you get more buff, you find better items, but there are quite a few differences, and they are good. For Tibia is peopled by REAL persons! For those of you who have never tried a MMORPG, or Massivley Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game, they can be massive fun just because of the sheer unpredictability of real people. Think of it like a chat program with ALOT of extra features. And then it has the classes ( Knight Wizard etc... ) and just crazy things that you can do like work in a bakery and etc... that other RPGs offer for you to do. You can buy a shovel and go exploring in the dark depths of the earth, just make sure you bring a rope, or you could just buy a sickle and harvest wheat to make loaves of bread which you would then sell in the market square. The possibilities are practically endless. It is a greatly fun game and I highly recommend it to anyone. Plus, it's free! So go here to download this awesome program ( the only info you have to give is your email, and I know from experience that they don't send junk mail ) , and those of you with slow connections, rejoice! For the file is only 8Mb, and it doesn't need a very fast internet connection to run with out lag! Yay! The only problem that I have encountered in the set up thing was the name choosing part. For some reason they are really really picky about what name you choose. My sis ended up just clicking on the "Random name" generator button and choosing one of those. Didn't do that with me, but hey... :)
Alright, so if you decide to join us in the world of tibia, remember when you are creating your character ( only can do that on the webpage. Not in the game. ) to choose for your world as Astera.
I repeat: so that we can meet up in the game, choose as your world ASTERA. Just so that we are clear. =)
My character's name is Ess Mann, so if you see him, BE NICE! =) I can't remember what my sis's name is. If you do eventually sign up, post your character's name in the comments on this post or email it to me, and I will try to arrange times to meet up online and do stuff. It's a fun game! Try it!

Ok, I think this post has just about reached the maximum word count possible without me developing carpaltunnel's syndrome, so I will hopefully see you all sooner rather than later! Adios muchachos!