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jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-03-06 03:01 am
jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-03-06 03:01 am
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After a few days, I start feeling obligated to come back.
I'm not sure why. It's not as though I'm going to hurt LJ's feelings by not coming by or updating or anything.
So, mostly because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rionaleonhart's been talking about it, I popped FFXII back in for a little while and remembered just how much the combat system annoys me, and that, no, I hadn't forgotten what Vaan was doing there, we're just really not sure yet. But it's still a pretty game, so I ran around a bit and decided to tackle some of those posted monsters. Took out the first few easily, then got to Nidhogg, who proceeded to destroy me utterly. Whoops. Got his HP down most of the way, then he went insane and I was dead before I really knew what'd happened. Leveled everyone up once, went back, and utterly trounced him.
Ha, now if only FFXI's Nidhogg was that easy, right? Level 90 HNM (when the max level is only 75)? Not fun times.
...I have actually started referring to the posted monsters as Notorious Monsters - NMs - even though that's not entirely accurate, is it? I suspect the term would better apply to that strange bat I found in the Lhusa Mines. Aerieel, or something like that. Really, lots of other vocab from FFXI has been creeping into my descriptions of various aspects of FFXII.
Not sure what to play now, though. Do I continue with FFXII, or do I finally finish StarOcean, as my brother wants me to do, or do I finish Okami or start Jak 3? Possibly all at once? I can't imagine the mess I'd manage to make of the storylines, I'm bad enough as it is.
"And, right, where were we? Jak was going to the village to find his missing friend, right? No, wait, they'd just come back from their trip to the moon, where they discovered his dog was really a science experiment created by Ultimecia to destroy all life so the moon-that-wasn't-a-moon could eat the other planet after hitting it with Meteor. No, that's not right, either.
Oh, that's right. They'd just woken up from a four million year stasis and restarted the war. WAIT NO."
And while we're talking about video games, my brother was also aware that I talk and flail while gaming. I... I think I was the last person to find out.
Finally got around to having birthday cake yesterday (I've been - and continue to be - ill, but it's March and I should start getting better any time now). I often let my mother experiment when she makes a cake for my birthday, because while I do like cake, there isn't one particular type I favor. Some years it works very well (she made a yellow cake with soft maple frosting last year that was beyond excellent). This year would've been great, too, I think (yellow cake with brown butter frosting and apricot filling), except the cake itself got a little overdone and so is a bit dry. The flavor is great, but the texture's a tad strange.
School babble. My English Comp professor is easily confused. She apparently wants me to specify who's talking every single time anyone says anything. This is driving me into a sort of rage, one where I apparently hi-jack my own journal with extremely strange writing bits. I actually removed it from the text box because it was entirely too random, even for me. I'm not even sure what it was doing there. These things just happen sometimes. (Er, that is to say, sometimes I find myself typing things without being aware of why I am typing them, not that random pages of text are prone to appearing out of nowhere.)
We're holding an example debate in speaking class tomorrow, and we need to find a recent, local article based on our assigned side of the argument. I'm supposed to find an article opposing changing the legal drinking age from twenty-one to eighteen. The problem here is, no one is writing articles supporting the drinking age being twenty-one because the drinking age is already twenty-one!
And so, apropos of nothing, no new Heroes until April... 23rd I think it was? Whatever.
...no, really, that's actually all I have to say on it right now. Running verbal commentary that I'm aware of while watching usually spares the rest of the world from my incoherency later.
So, mostly because
rionaleonhart's been talking about it, I popped FFXII back in for a little while and remembered just how much the combat system annoys me, and that, no, I hadn't forgotten what Vaan was doing there, we're just really not sure yet. But it's still a pretty game, so I ran around a bit and decided to tackle some of those posted monsters. Took out the first few easily, then got to Nidhogg, who proceeded to destroy me utterly. Whoops. Got his HP down most of the way, then he went insane and I was dead before I really knew what'd happened. Leveled everyone up once, went back, and utterly trounced him.Ha, now if only FFXI's Nidhogg was that easy, right? Level 90 HNM (when the max level is only 75)? Not fun times.
...I have actually started referring to the posted monsters as Notorious Monsters - NMs - even though that's not entirely accurate, is it? I suspect the term would better apply to that strange bat I found in the Lhusa Mines. Aerieel, or something like that. Really, lots of other vocab from FFXI has been creeping into my descriptions of various aspects of FFXII.
Not sure what to play now, though. Do I continue with FFXII, or do I finally finish StarOcean, as my brother wants me to do, or do I finish Okami or start Jak 3? Possibly all at once? I can't imagine the mess I'd manage to make of the storylines, I'm bad enough as it is.
"And, right, where were we? Jak was going to the village to find his missing friend, right? No, wait, they'd just come back from their trip to the moon, where they discovered his dog was really a science experiment created by Ultimecia to destroy all life so the moon-that-wasn't-a-moon could eat the other planet after hitting it with Meteor. No, that's not right, either.
Oh, that's right. They'd just woken up from a four million year stasis and restarted the war. WAIT NO."
And while we're talking about video games, my brother was also aware that I talk and flail while gaming. I... I think I was the last person to find out.
Finally got around to having birthday cake yesterday (I've been - and continue to be - ill, but it's March and I should start getting better any time now). I often let my mother experiment when she makes a cake for my birthday, because while I do like cake, there isn't one particular type I favor. Some years it works very well (she made a yellow cake with soft maple frosting last year that was beyond excellent). This year would've been great, too, I think (yellow cake with brown butter frosting and apricot filling), except the cake itself got a little overdone and so is a bit dry. The flavor is great, but the texture's a tad strange.
School babble. My English Comp professor is easily confused. She apparently wants me to specify who's talking every single time anyone says anything. This is driving me into a sort of rage, one where I apparently hi-jack my own journal with extremely strange writing bits. I actually removed it from the text box because it was entirely too random, even for me. I'm not even sure what it was doing there. These things just happen sometimes. (Er, that is to say, sometimes I find myself typing things without being aware of why I am typing them, not that random pages of text are prone to appearing out of nowhere.)
We're holding an example debate in speaking class tomorrow, and we need to find a recent, local article based on our assigned side of the argument. I'm supposed to find an article opposing changing the legal drinking age from twenty-one to eighteen. The problem here is, no one is writing articles supporting the drinking age being twenty-one because the drinking age is already twenty-one!
And so, apropos of nothing, no new Heroes until April... 23rd I think it was? Whatever.
...no, really, that's actually all I have to say on it right now. Running verbal commentary that I'm aware of while watching usually spares the rest of the world from my incoherency later.