Video Game Bosses

Now, I can handle the fact that in some games the boss at the end of the level is bigger or stronger or more skilled in the arts of whatever, but what abou those guys that look just like everyone else you've been fighting, but it turns out they're like ten times harder to kill? I mean, did they like take some potion that made them a slam-bam fighting machine? And, if so, why didn't every one of their meaningless henchmen that has nothing better to do than patrol your way in or out of something drink some? Case in point is this Geonosian dude I ran into on Mustafar in Battlefront II. For some odd reason, this guy had they entire 501st shooting at him, and it still took him two minutes to die. "Hey Mr. Creepy Bug, whatever you're on, why aren't you sharing?" It's all very confusing. Well, I gotta go rehash my meaningless life.

What's The Difference Between a Duck?

Ah, life. So soft, so soothing, and yet so droll and sometimes rather evil. As of now, it's decent. Spring Break is on, so I'm good. Only thing that's got me worried right now, is that I've been watching a lot of movies, and then they blur together in my dreams. Granted, it can be entertaining, but it can also make me think I'm losing my mind, which is impossible, because I haven't seen it in years. For instance, last night I dreamed that mutant humans who were freakified with cancer cures were messing with Arthur Dent while Mr. Incredible plotted his daring escape in the glass room with the sedated mutant. Then Will Smith pulls out the Point of View gun and shoots some cartoons, but it accidentally was altered with some sort of Kryptonite, and the cartoons were sucked into New York. Figure that one out.

When a Special Day Really Isn't

So, apparently there's this new law in effect (or possibly it's in affect, I can never tell), where today really isn't St. Patrick's Day because the big head honcho dudes at the Vatican decided you couldn't celebrate a St.'s day in the Holy Week or something. I really wouldn't care if today actually was St. Patrick's Day myself, but I figure I'll just let the Catholics figure it out for themselves while I sit here in my happy little Protestant shell and let the Catholics' promlems glance off. Been practicing some new songs on the guitar.

Cartoons and Their Music

Recently, I have had the privelage of revisitng some of the movies from my childhood, mainly, Aladdin and The Jungle Book. It's funny how I always used to think it was normal that people would just spontaneously break into song. Nowadays, though, the harsh reality that we are living in a musicless world has hit me with full ferocity, and I no longer entertain the delusion that life could be so interesting so as to inspire song in the hearts of men. I know that I certainly wouldn't be singing while I have a bunch of freaky-looking, snaggletooth, turban-wearing dudes after me with swords just because I swiped a loaf of bread. Similarly, I really can't picture myself singing along with four hippy vultures either. Oh well, maybe something exciting in my life is just around the corner. I said, "just around the corner"! Rats, it didn't jinx the fates. That only works when you really don't want something I guess.

Algebra 2 and Such Garbage as That

I don't know. It seems to me that nowadays, now that I'm in Algebra 2, even when you finally find the answer that the sadistic creators are looking for, you're still left with not a real answer. It's like they're trying to get you to get this letter subtracted from this number over the other number is equal to the square root of the other one, but you never actually get an answer you can sink your teeth into. Whatever happened to the good old days when you could just put a little 3 in a box and your teacher would give you a little pat-slap-whack on the back and tell you you were doing a good job? It's as if they think that as we get older we're satisfied with vaguer and vaguer answers that tell us absolutely nothing. Well, not me! I've had enough! I'm through with my 'x'!
Now, please excuse me as a go back to the dull routine of school and numbers that aren't really numbers.