that moment when you realize you’re such a fuck-up that you might not even be able to get that useless Bachelor of Arts from a shitty university in a joke of a city that you were trying for. When you’ve looked long and hard at your life and realized the world has no place for more miserable failures like you.
The moment you realize that it’s all hopeless and there’s nothing you can do about that.
Your Tumblr timeline is now that much more Eurotrash.
seriously, dude’s not even vaguely puck-shaped
If Pac-Man’s original name was supposed to be “puck-man”, why is he a sphere?
Did I mention I didn’t stay away from Twitter after all? Nope? Well I didn’t. Ha, ha, fuck.
Well, on a positive note, I still quit Facebook!
How else am I supposed to know what inane crap my friends think is worth sharing with the world? Talking to them? What kind of nonsense is that?
I’m terrible at quitting things, always have been. When I deactivated my Twitter account last night, I knew it was going to be hard to keep from going back to the site, but even so my performance thus far has been pretty pathetic. Thus far I’ve looked at the Twitter pages of basically everybody I was following, even some of the people I hated enough to inspire me to quit using the site, and it hasn’t even been 24 hours since I deactivated it. Twitter was such a gigantic time-sink and I devoted so much of my days to using it, that without it I’m left with a huge gap full of spare time that I just have no idea what to do with.
Attempts at finding new distractions have been going decently enough, I suppose. Seeing as I’ve played a bunch of Counter-Strike in my life but never really read up on actual counter-terrorism before, I got curious and have been looking up stuff about notable CT units and the famous cases of hostage situations and other situations of the sort that inspired the game. It’s been pretty interesting, but admittedly not quite as entrancing as dragging down on my phone’s touchscreen to be rewarded with a whole bunch of irrelevant micro-blog posts from people I didn’t like was. Maybe the world’s telling me I need to watch more action movies or something, I dunno. One way or another, this last week I got full weapon mastery with the FAMAS in Modern Warfare 2 and that’s a pretty big accomplishment for one whose gaming skills are lacking as severely as mine… maybe if I stay off Twitter longer I might be able to say that for a few more weapons, who knows.
On a Call of Duty-related note, I think I’m going to end up getting World at War; I played the single-player campaign on a friend’s PC some, and it’s a hell of a game. The Modern Warfare series may have an impressive array of weaponry, but one thing that it doesn’t have is the ability to bayonet somebody. It may be completely contrary to the game’s intended “military simulation” feel, but few things are as viscerally satisfying as running head-first into a group of enemies and impaling them all on your bayonet, one by one. Especially when you do it with a stolen Arisaka - nothing quite like using your opponent’s weapons against them. Sure, the Arisaka rifle’s bolt-action firing means that less-than-perfect accuracy is a one-way ticket to the great beyond, but using a rifle that isn’t a piece of garbage doesn’t give you anything near the same kind of perverse thrill when you actually manage to bag an enemy with it. That, and ammo is never scarce because basically every Japanese soldier drops a healthy supply of it - a concession to arcade-style gameplay that I’m sure nobody was upset about.
22/100: Coca-Cola
the immaculate conception/michael uzowuru
Spongebob x Death Grips video mashup. Brilliant.
(Source: omgmyface)
