Thursday, March 15, 2012

Okay, so long rant ahead

None of my friends that play mass effect have beaten mass effect 3 yet. Since no one that reads my blog plays video games (Or even understands how to work a controller) I figure the rant is safe here.

The game was really good. The ending made me want to eat my own eyes.

Now here is my problem though. I don't know if I just missed some key information around the end, or if it really makes as little sense as I am about to make it seem. So in order for you to deduce that for yourself, there are some....interesting facts about me that you must first learn.

I form really strange attachments to specific video game characters; these attachments are formed without rhyme or reason. I have no control over who they are formed towards. And they have to be unhealthy.

In Skyrim, it was Meeko the dog. When I lost sight of Meeko, I literally started hyperventilating. My dad walked in the room right when I found his corpse laying in a circle of dead bandits. I screamed. My dad laughed. I kicked him out of my room so I could morn in peace.

In Gears of war (I can't remember if it's the first or second one because I played the first two one right after the other so they blend together) it was Carmine. Carmine is the most useless player ever made. I can admit that. You never even see his face. The fact that he even has a name is incredible. I knew the second he entered the game that his death would be close followed. But for some reason, I still loved him beyond explanation. When he died (a very brutal death, mind) I threw down my controller for a good few hours before I was ready to continue with the story.

But none of these attachments compares to the one I formed during the mass effect series. His name is Garrus, and he is the greatest character ever made. I don't know why I like him as much as I do, maybe it's his sarcastic charm, or witty humor. Maybe it's just his ridiculously sexy voice. Whatever the reason; I have some sort of indescribable need to keep him alive.

Now, since Garrus has survived much longer than any other character I've ever had this bond for (two games is a big step up from ten minutes), naturally, I was very worried for him during my gameplay of mass effect 3. Actually, very worried doesn't really cover it. I was literally cowering in fear every time he wasn't in a cut scene. Not once did I form a party that he wasn't in; he had to be at my side always. In the romance scene between Garrus and my Shepard, Garrus took us to the top of the Presidum. (It's pretty much a giant beam WAYYY above the water and just under the traffic from the flying cars). I don't think I remember anything either of them said to each other. I was too busy having a nervous break down over the idea of Garrus slipping and falling to his death (He's not that graceful), or a shuttle comming in too low and taking him out (it's physically impossible for Turians to duck).
Like I said...I'm insane.
 I think he started getting annoyed with my strange determination to keep him alive. In the Normandy (the space ship we live on), he started saying things like "Not now" and "I'm a little busy" in a very snarky tone. I remember answering (probably aloud) "I'm your fucking girlfriend! Don't 'not now' me!"
......yeah....

So anyway, now that you understand the lengths I would go to keep Garrus safe, you might understand my distraction in the final battle.

Garrus was in my team, as always, and I got a bit distracted after the cut scene of what was the final fight (okay, i didn't think it was the final fight, so I started eating a sandwitch....yeah, I know, I'm an idiot.)
Regardless, I was distracted. Next thing I know, I'm at the top of some hill with a Reaper( a giant, powerful, super intellegent machine of an alien hell bent on destroying all organic life) firing it's incinerating laser down at me and all the men around me.

First thing I notice is that my squadmates are no longer in my party. So I freak out.
"Garrus!" I think I actually screamed, "Garrus! Where are you?!?!"
That's when the car in front of me explodes after being hit by a Reaper laser. I freak out more, because all those cars look the same and I was just in one with my squad.

So I do the only thing I can do. I run. I run to the men in front of me, thinking they might be Turians only to find that they are just ugly humans. then they explode. So I move on to the next. And the cycle continues until I myself am shot by the laser.

Shepard survives(because Shepard is a bamf), but is  barely alive. I have to fight a few husks (zombie like robots) in my crippled state. And then I can move around a bit (move is a subjective term. It was more like hobble. It was kind of like Chiara after she was broken by the horse, only slower).
There are dead human bodys laying around, and I think "Okay, maybe Garrus is just laying around here too. No way would that kill him, he survived a fucking missle to the face in the last game!"
So then, for some reason, I think maybe he's hiding behind the crate in front of me.
I swear, Bioware had to have predicted my insanity and what happened next was just cruel.
A turian popped up from under cover from behind the very crate I was staring at. I was in shock. I saw the familiar blue color, and weird head spikey things and rejoiced.
Then the turian shot me and I realized it was a reaper turian.
My anger and frustration channeled into the perfect head shot, and I limped (quite awkwardly) into the stupid portal that took me into the cidadel. (The Cidadel is the home to the coucil of aliens that govern the galaxy. It was created by the Reapers before any species alive where actually created. It is also the final piece to the Crucible, which is the only weapon that can defeat Reapers. The Crucible was built with the idea of using Reaper tech against them. So it channels the Cidadel's power into an all powerful force of hell.)

I didn't really pay too much attention to the Illusive man, who was clearly under Reaper control. How he didn't know that was startling. Just look at his neck!


So all I wanted was to get him dead and find Garrus. He said something about controlling the Reapers, and I convinced him to kill himself. That's about as much as I got from that conversation.

Then, I went up into the Cidadel itself. The weapon thing that will be used to defeat the Reapers. I had to activate it from my end (The reaper created end), not the General's end (the organic species end).

Hm...okay....overlooking that....

SO i go find the Catalyst (which is the part of the Crucible found on the Cidadel) and what do I find? A weird little human boy hologram thing. He says he is the catalyst.

Okay.....maybe the way the Reapers made it had me seeing whatever I wanted to see? Maybe? Yeah, sure, that makes the fact that it has a human appearance when Humans weren't even alive during the time of its creation make a little sense. Okay, yeah, lets go with that.

So the little boy thing tells me that no one has ever come this far and blah blah blha. He says that the Reapers were never meant to be destroyed. Then he shows me the two distinctly different ways in which I can destroy them.

Wait, what?

The Reapers, the most intelligent and powerful creatures to ever exist ever, who claim there is no way to kill them, BUILT TWO DIFFERENT self destruct buttons THEMSELVES?

So, naturally, as Shepard I assumed there was some unknown third option. I hobbled around for a good 20 minutes shooting anything that looked suspicious and occasionally calling out for Garrus. I thought I would find some new unspoken alternative option and get some weird "SUPER SHEPARD HERO" award.

Yeah. That was wrong. And it took a good 5 mins to hobble over to one of the self destruct buttons. I hobbled around the whole goddamn platform.

Angry, upset, and still searching for Garrus, I did what I had to do.

I destroyed the Reapers. (mostly just because I was sick of hobbling and that was the platform I was closest to....I know, I'm a horrible spokesperson for the galaxy.)

And I died.

I watched Joker (Seth Green), crash land the Normandy on some weird tropical nature resort.
And then, the doors opened and he stepped out.

Followed by Ashley.

and....GARRUS!

I sighed the heaviest sigh of relief before anger swept in
"Garrus, you stupid ass!! How the fuck did you even get on the Normandy!?!?"

As soon as I finished my rant (Garrus always had perfect timing), he smiled. Well, sort of. Turians don't really smile persay. But he looked happy. True, it was because the reapers were all dead, but still. He totally would have laughed at that.

Then I got angry again. "Garrus you bastard! I just DIED! Hello?! Thirty minutes ago you were swearing your undieing love to me you asshole!"


And then, the game was over.

Well, there was some really weird cutscene at the very end with some old man in a forest telling his (I hope grandchild, he was waaaaaaaay to old to have a 7 year old himself) the story of "The Shepard".




If you are wondering "What the fuck did I just read", it's totally okay. I'm wondering what the fuck I just wrote.

I;m wondering what the fuck I just witnessed.



But the one thing that bothers me beyond all else is not "What happened to my other squadmates?" or, "how is this even remotely logical" or anything like that.

But really, how did Garrus get on the Normandy?

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Mission Impossible: Hot Man

So, I haven't blogged in a really long time. Which makes this the perfect opportunity.

Right now Sarah's in the corner touching her hair rapidly. She wants to take a shower, but is afraid of drying out her hair....her decision: "I'll touch my hair a lot". lolol

So, let's catch you up a bit.

I don't see cute guy nearly as often as I used to, which is okay. Because now I have discovered Hot Man. Hot Man is the better alternative to Cute Guy, since I'm pretty sure he's gay(Cute Guy, not Hot Man). He gets smoothies a lot (I over heard that in a conversation once between him and his possible boyfriend...).

Hot Man might be gay too though for all I know. He always wears fashionable clothes.....

ANYWAY

Today was good. I got an A- on my final paper in English! OH YEAH!

But now for the funny story of the day, and your introduction to Hot Man.


Sarah and I are walking back to the dorm from diner. It's freezing outside. Its freezing in our actual dorm. But the halls are really hot. So I jokingly say,

"Hey, lets like get something to make our room hot. Lets like get someone really hot and stick them in our room, lets get..."
this is when Hot Man is seen down the hall. He distracts me. Instead of, you know saying the one thing that now pops into my mind (being him) and shove him in our room to make it warmer. I say the only other thing that enters my brain.

"Lets get Tom Cruise and stick him in our room."


Sarah and I died laughing because...well, Tom Cruise is well past his hot days in my opinion. Hot Man kind of just walked past us and tried not to stare. I was too busy laughing to really notice at that point. Tom Cruise? Of all the options. Really?
But more importantly, how the hell did Tom Cruise even enter my head!?! I haven't watched mission impossible for years! I forgot he even existed until his name came out of my lips!


Well, there you have it. Tom Cruise will never really leave, no matter how much you wish he would.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Cute Guy

Just got back from breakfast with Sarah. Either I'm really good at stalking, Cute Guy likes being stalked, or I'm being stalked. Those are my conclusions.

So me and Sarah took one of our two usually seats (today it was the one by the drinks). I look over to see Cute Guy sitting in the corner. He looked up and saw me so I looked away.

About five mins later I looked back and caught him staring in my general direction.

About ten mins later he played ring around the rosie around the drinks.

Then he took a seat closer to us (though I couldn't see him without adjusting myself sooo maybe he did it because he knows Sarah and I are those two creepy kids that think he's cute and decided to make it so that we can't see him....) but yeah.

I didn't say anything to Sarah because of how quiet it was in the caff, but c'mon! Either God has a sick sense of humor and is toying with my emotions or that kid is on to us.

He wears eyeliner. Not God, Cut Guy. I normally don't go for that unless he's in some punk rock band, but dude. He pulls it off. He pulls it off more than half the girls I see.

So conclusions:
     Cute Guy is either a Stalker or an unfortunate man with poor timing.
     Cute Guy is either homosexual or a member of a Punk Rock Band.





(Also, I just looked in a mirror for the first time today. He's an unfortunate man with poor timing)

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

What my life has come to

So there is a guy here who looks like Johnny Depp's twin. Its scary. The first time I met him went a little something like this:

Me: *without looking up hands man ID*
Johnny Depp: *Takes ID*
Me: *looks up and sees Johnny Depp. Jaw drops*
Johnny Depp: Hi.
Me: Thank you.


that's when I walked away awkwardly.

-----------------------------------------------

Today Sarah and I decided to go to breakfast at 9 o'clock (as we discovered Cute Guy does laundry at this time on Wensdays). we were sad to find that he wasn't doing laundry today. Probably because of the long weekend.
Oh well.

So after breakfast we went to check our mailboxes again. Earlier they weren't letting us get our mail which was very depressing, but today i CONQUERED THE MAILBOXES! well, I conquered my mailbox. Sarah's still won't work...
I tried opening it for her about three times before I started attacking the thing like a spaz. That's when Johnny Depp walked by and laughed. I swooned then went to class.

I got lunch with Lauren which was a nice little break. Then after I decided it was nap time. I didn't have class until 4:30, and it was only 3:00 so I figured I had plenty of time. I set my alarm and went into a beautiful slumber....which lasted until 4:45. I woke up to find Sarah fast asleep on her bed and my phone telling me that I was a lazy late bum. I jumped out of bed (thank god I decided to take a nap with my shoes on like the sped that I am) and literally ran to class. The professor was super chill about it thank god.


After class we went to get dinner. I grabbed a table and looked up to find Cute Guy sitting across from us.
If the constant staring every time we see him doesn't give us away the unstoppable giggling probably is a good tip off. I think we scare him.

He's probably gay.




Sarah and I wrote a song about our one true love today:

You are wonderful
And so Incredible
You're magical
Sensational


And I am shocked by your
Horny exterior
You fly so High
Please take me for a ride




It's about unicorns.
We're kind of obsessed.




//
                         -\= \=\ //
                       --=_\=---//=--
                     -_==/  \/ //\/--
                      ==/   /O   O\==--
         _ _ _ _     /_/    \  ]  /--
        /\ ( (- \    /       ] ] ]==-
       (\ _\_\_\-\__/     \  (,_,)--
      (\_/                 \     \-
      \/      /       (   ( \  ] /)
      /      (         \   \_ \./ )
      (       \         \      )  \
      (       /\_ _ _ _ /---/ /\_  \
       \     / \     / ____/ /   \  \
        (   /   )   / /  /__ )   (  )
        (  )   / __/ '---`       / /
        \  /   \ \             _/ /
        ] ]     )_\_         /__\/
        /_\     ]___\
       (___)





I'm currently talking to Shanley via facebook....
she just sent me a message which states "brb I have to stalk this guy. Give me 15 minuets"
I'm so glad I'm not the only stalker.


So pretty much I have realized two things today:
I'm a stalker.
I'm never going to find love unless it's in the shape of a unicorn.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Today was Amazing.

Sarah (my amazing roommate) and I were going to get breakfast this morning.

You know it's a good morning when you see the Cute Guy you see EVERYWHERE in the laundry room and he makes eye contact with you on your way out the door. 

....

You know it's going to be a good year when you make the connection that you saw him at the exact same time on the exact same day in the laundry room the previous week.



You know God has a sense of humor when you go back into the room after breakfast and see a pair of boxers just outside the laundry room.


LATER

So after my two hours of classes I decided to do absolutely nothing. Seriously. Looking back I realize that for 4 hours straight I did nothing. At all. Except breathe. Weird.


LATER STILL
Sarah and I decided to go get dinner. I had a salad, pizza, and a butterscotch pudding just in case you were curious. Well, we sat down and who did we see?!?!?! 'Mark'!!!
I took a picture of him to send to the real Mark and Lizz. I think he might have seen me doing it.....oops.

Walking back to the dorm room Sarah and I discussed our love for Unicorns. Who did we nearly walk into as I was saying "Unicorns are the coolest!" Cute Guy. 

Oops.


LATER
TANGLED DANCE PARTY! Broadway has no idea who (or what) is coming it's way! 
Sarah recorded me. lolols.

I want to watch Hocus Pocus. Every time we try something comes up. Curses. 

Sarah's going to hang out with this guy that has a crush on her soon. He's in like all of my classes. She's afraid. hahahahaha she doesn't want it to be a date. I told her to tell him she only dates women. I don't think she's going to.

Luckily, I'm only two floors beneath them, so I'ma put on my cape and be prepared to Save The Day should the situation warrant it. hehehe. I've always wanted an excuse to wear my cape. 

I should be peer editing two peoples papers. And writing an essay for Geography. I am doing everything else possible known to man.

P.S.
I am in Love with Aaron Tveit. I will find him. I will. 
That's what Sunday Morning Stalking is For-- because then, God is with you. :]


Mark?!

So I thought I would start off my college blogging with a story from last week. This seems a good place to begin.

Last Friday I was exhausted; my Expository Writing teacher kept us ten minuets late, which was drastically cutting into my 2:30 Friday afternoon nap (I have those). Anyways, I was walking back to class when suddenly I saw Mark!!!

...Or at least, I thought i did. I think it was a mix of the sleep deprivation and the homesickness that made me believe that Mark was walking towards me from my building. There are two things I should have been aware of:
1. Mark and Lizz do not stalk me religiously or even know where I live on campus.
2. Why, in God's name, would they drive an hour to come and say hi to me?

But I didn't realize this until after I was rushing, with a big loving smile, towards the man that looks like Mark. I assumed Lizz and Aivril would be doing something silly like be hiding in the bushes, so I was looking around for them as I ran towards 'Mark'.

'Mark' stared at me like I had ten hideous heads all oozing with some sort of green pus. That's when I realized, oh crap, you are not really Mark.

Too late. 'Mark' crossed the street and kept looking over his shoulder in a freaked out manner. I entered my building feeling foolish, then turned to see 'Mark' crossing the street again......

Oops.