CorgiShinobi

There are good people, just not an abundant amount of them. Like with my old apartment, while my roommates may have been less than desirable, I got along well with my neighbors. I figure the same will be true where I am since I've talked with a few really friendly people. Besides that, I have way too much crap to be shuffling around. The large factor in why I'm heading out is because my new room is only two floors down. Also, it happens to have been my original room. I figure why not take back what was designated as mine in the beginning.

Before I left Kotaku, I never bothered with the actual Gawker blog. The few days I read articles off the blog were filled with bias simply because the writers couldn't keep themselves and their opinions out of the story. Instead of a simple sentence, it had to have a little zinger to make it saucy. Then again, Gawker is pretty much an online tabloid if you ask me.

I'm out on Friday. I would so get that if it didn't mean I'd have to leave it behind, and that I only have three days left. Anyway, yeah this place isn't cracked up to what it's suppose to be, but if I get the right roommates it'll be a lot better. I mean, I do have a pool, (ghetto) fitness room, and club house. The parties will be huge, and it is nice to have a room that doesn't smell or isn't falling apart. Still, some of the best social places around town are in the crappiest of places. Heck, some even have great management; you're just in a place that's over half a century old. EDIT: For example, there's an apartment complex that is practically falling apart each day (wear-and-tear), but everyone is super friendly. The management serves burgers and smoothies (for free) during the weekend. I didn't live there, but some of my friends did. Now they don't live there anymore as, while everyone was cool, living in the physical place was terrible, if not pathetic. I just happen to be in an apartment complex with the snobbish students and blockhead athletes.

I think it would have to be a Desmond centered game. Who's next? A Pilgrim assassin, or an immigrant to the U.S. in the 19th/20th century? We have games like Red Dead Redemption and L.A. Noire.

I remember long ago when I got a game at Wal-Mart, the dude handed me that "Jirachi" voucher for Pokemon XD: Gale of Darkness. It was a pre-order offer so I was confused. He said you get it for buying any game. I was, like, 14/15 so I bet he thought he could BS an excuse to rid himself of the extras. Gave it to a neighbor kid and he had fun with his lil' Lv. 5 Jirachi.

Snob Central, a.k.a. Entitlement Children Cottage. It's one of the most expensive places around, but my father wanted me to live somewhere that wasn't built around the time he was a kid. So I got him to pay the rent if he was so keen on having me live at $400/month. It wasn't my intention mind you as I was looking at places just under $260/month. Anyway, about the rooms, I guess it follows the mantra of "see an opportunity and take it." I know there are other guys like me around the complex, but the athletes are attracted to this place because of the wild parties and sluts. Considering that they get payed to play sports, they can afford it.

Dreamcatcher is the type of movie that MST3K would view and painfully endure.

Nah, you only get one room. Jerk thought he could get away with having another room to pile his crap during the summer. I seriously don't know if anyone talked to him about it, and I highly doubt anyone did.

I've come to learn that management here is incompetent. Like I said, it took them 90 minutes to find me another room after my original one was filled to the brim with junk. The second was occupied by one of the residents as his "second" room. Their excuse was, "Well we can't hold their hands." No, August is the month where students are moving in and out. There are complexes that kick people out sooner than the 23rd as my last day was the 12th. It should be the time when you send your employees around to check on the status of the rooms. Hell, if they can come in for three minutes to check if things are not broke when people move out, why not make sure there are no residents abusing empty rooms. If you find any, give a warning of eviction if they do not clean said room. After all, I'm pretty dame sure that's contractually a "no-no."

Actually, it means now they can bitch about me. That is to say more frequently. Not that they do it in front of me, but with how thin the walls are I can hear my name easily. Add in the fact that they probably don't know the meaning of "quiet" and there's no point in buttering me up as the trade will commence. Seriously, about the "quiet" thing, they were hammering the walls and jumping around like chimps at 1:00 am. I'm serious, man, this space must have been reserved for retarded genetic experiments.

So I'm pretty sure things are squared away. I didn't talk to the guy tonight, but I've told his friends (my roommates) that if he wants to trade, it'll have to be on Friday. I think I'll try tomorrow afternoon at his place so I can (possible) talk to him. I didn't realize it, but he was actually over. You're thinking, "Wait, he was a few feet away and you didn't talk?" Well, remember how I said these guys like to yell and bang on things like they're devolving each minute? Imagine going from three to four of them. So yeah, when I heard yelling and banging, I stayed in my room. Not out of fear mind you, but, like, what do you do in those situations? Me: So you're the friend? Him: OH YEAAHAHAAA BRROROOOROOOOOOOO!!! Them: HEEELLLLLLLLLLZZZZZZ YEESSSSS BROROROROROOR!!! Me: So it'll be... Them: *bang-bang* OOHOOOOHHOOHOOHO FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKC YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

I've played a few (5-7), but I've only completed one so far (Crisis Core). The person below me has worked in food (cafeteria/restaurant).

A Phallus Boshi

I'm fine with my university, and I agree there are some terrible instructors, but at least the professors in my major/field have work experience, thus actual knowledge of the field. Some could actually try to improve their lectures, but it basically comes down to reading the book and keeping an active eye on the industry. What I don't care for, especially today, is the last-minute student crowd. You know, the people who try to do everything the first day of classes. I had to grab two books today and it was a noisy sauna in the bookstore. The driving, oh the driving... In all my years of driving, I have never road raged as fiercely as I did in the traffic filled to the brim of incompetent numskulls.

Wait, you already moved into the space two floors down? Or is "the room [you're] in now" the one with those three guys you mentioned earlier? The ironic thing is that the room I'm moving to was the room I was originally assigned to move into. However, I was moving in early and the previous residents had decided to use the room as their junk room. I had to move that day, so after 90 minutes I was assigned to the room I'm currently in, a.k.a. three crazies' place.

While I haven't played Brotherhood, I'm leaning towards Yant's suspicion that AC is going to contract MGS syndrome. The story isn't that revolutionary, but it's setting itself up for an epic conclusion. I mean, when you start going on about two world organizations and historical figures either being Templar or Assassin, it's putting a lot on the plate. Then you have Subject 16's ramblings and so forth. EDIT: 'Ight, I got all 20 clips and watched "The Truth." Haven't seen it since 2009. I have to say, the third and second to last puzzles were a bit ridiculous. I got that the item that was worshiped was the Sun, but I didn't know what picture to use as the fifth entry. Eventually I realized the Eastern Gate referred to the Sun's rising, but I accidentally removed one of the correct pictures. I was baffled until I realized what I had done. The second to last... I feel almost idiotic. I thought the symbols at first went into three separate patterns. 3-6-9, 11-12-13, and 25-30-35. It worked out for the first two patterns, but there was no 30 in the glyphs. I could clearly see the math equation to the side, but I brushed it off as techno-garble (like in the background). Looked up the solution and I felt great shame. I thought it too coincidental that the equation ended in 35 and that was the last number on the wheel.

It's decided: I'm going to move two floors down. While I still haven't been in contact with whoever is suppose to be in my (original) apartment space, the room I'm in now is just uncomfortable. Even when I'm not actively around, these guys are hollering and banging on objects like a bunch of retarded chimpanzees. I've told them my plans and while they're acting like it's kinda sad, I know they're excited for it. Even if these guys in the space (I was originally assigned) is filled with douchers, at least I won't have to deal with "our friend isn't here" nonsense.

I've got a question for you! What are some other methods of payment customers have tried to push on you? You know, barter with other items or, from what I've heard in other retail stories, "services."

There might be other moments where Ezio becomes injured due to his age, though I hope that wouldn't happen to often. You never know, his final moments could be in a weakened state where he's trying desperately to escape. In the end, he does elude his foes, but all his strength has left him. As this is "Revelations," it would be kinda cool if Ezio, before dying, talked to Desmond as he's aware of his role as a "prophet." Not as directly as Minerva did, but kinda like, "If you're out there, know this..." kinda deal.

Eh, I doubt many customers bother with those receipt surveys (in any store), or at least don't take it seriously if they do bother. EDIT: For my grammar, because I'm tired!

It's morel like I wonder how the worst roommates find me. I actually moved in early, and so two previous residents were still living around. We were different, but at least we got along and could make small talk. Right now I don't even feel comfortable in my own home. Not out of "fear," but instead annoyance (and some anxiety). Like I said before, they're trying to butter me up. For example, I made a pizza for dinner tonight. They thought that was so "cool." Anytime I enter the same space as them, it's "Hey, man/dude how's it going?" Uh, fine I guess since my condition hasn't changed from five minutes ago. EDIT: I know in text that doesn't seem as bad, but there's the subtle underlining passive-aggressive motive behind it all. They're too dull to not realize that I realize what they're doing. Honestly, as long as they don't resort to aggressive tactics, I can live with it for a little while longer.

Update: There is a strong chance I'll swap rooms now. These guys are obviously trying to butter me up. Acting all nice and, "Oh, can I help you with something?" Seriously, I walked through the door; what do I need help with? They ask me again, "Have you thought about moving?" This time the story changes in that their friend hasn't moved yet, but there's a different excuse as to why he didn't reserve the room I'm in. Summary: It all depends on how the other guys are in the other apartment space. It's almost frustrating because I'm now motivated to pack up and move two stories down. However, I haven't been able to contact the residents. I'm knock as loud as possible (no doorbells)! Still, nothing official can happen until he moves here and it's Monday. The only thing I'm concerned about is that I don't want this to turn into a "out of the frying pan and into the fire" situation. What are the chances another three guys will be complete ass-licks?

It's kinda a wait-and-see game right now. Sure they're acting alright now, but that's because I know they're trying to win me over. My sister hasn't moved yet, and so she's going to get a read on the situation. I mean, I've finished moving almost two weeks ago. I'm not in the mood to swap with someone on another floor, especially after the hard work put into finding the room itself. Moving is an option, but something will have to go down to justify the hoops I'll be jumping through. Chances are I'll be leaving the complex, and I don't mind that one bit. My father cares about it, but what he cares about is the condition whereas I care about the atmosphere. Sure where I live is really nice and new, but four out of five of the residents are snobbish dickweeds. Seriously, I saw one of my roommates, when viewing through my window, hollering and chucking baseballs at random objects. How do I end up with crazies?!