A very boring post. At least I admit it.

This last week did not start well.

On Monday morning I was having a strange dream wherein I was helping Steven Spielberg and George Lucas produce a movie out of a secret base in the closet of a building they did not have permission to film. I don't see why it would've been that difficult to contact the building owners, but when you're working with those guys, you don't ask a lot of questions. And also it was a dream, as I have already stated.
Actually, maybe I was having a dream where I met Daisuke Amaya. No, it can't have been that; that was a good dream (though also strange, admittedly). It must have happened later in the week.
Anyway, I decided I'd had enough of this more underhanded approach to filmmaking, so I got out of bed.
It looked to be a ordinary day (id est, a good one). I took a shower and threw together all the stuff I needed at school. Then I looked out the window.
It was unspeakably terrible.
Snow.
Everywhere.
Now, I'm not sure this could have been handled in any better way, but I do know, based on the events that followed, that it was not the greatest idea to go outside and begin shoveling the driveway immediately.
Our driveway is ludicrously large, and we did not have enough time to shovel even the portion we needed and still be able to leave on time. Of course, "on time" does not normally mean a lot to me, as I've been spending first period practicing my clarinet or reading or something.
But if you are observant you will notice that something has been missing up to this point, and that is breakfast. Some people never eat breakfast, and I don't understand them. Breakfast is the most important meal of my day. It decides everything else; if it goes poorly, it pretty much ruins the rest of the day.
See, I was thinking at this point that I would just eat breakfast at school. I do that half the time anyway, because it's free (for me, anyway) and is not the cold cereal I would be eating at home (I actually like cold cereal but I don't find it to be the ideal breakfast food). The problem, naturally, is that by the time we got there they were done serving breakfast.
So now I was hungry. And the weather was bad. Determined as I was to not let the environment affect my mood, I was not very happy at all.
I then went to the library, or the media center, or whatever it is the cool kids are calling it these days. I sat down and I... Well, I'm not entirely certain what I did that day.
Oh, that's right. I'm pretty sure this was the day I began outlining the biggest weapons manufacturing corporations for Heroics Won't Save You.
Now, you may complain that you have no idea what I'm talking about, and with good reason. If you did, I would be genuinely concerned, seeing as I haven't talked about it here -- or, indeed, much at all.
Basic summary: It's my next (as in: after Purple Jelly... mostly) big project. The title is tentative I guess.
It's a platform shooter. I've always wanted to do one.
It has bullets, and fire, and cool hats. It looks promising.
Now, where am I? Ah, yes. I am sitting at my desk.
But at this point in my story, I am actually in the school library. I'm coming up with some nice-sounding (and mostly quite silly, because this is not a serious game) names for these corporations. I decided I was done with that about ten minutes before the bell rang. This happens a lot, and then I always just put whatever I was doing away and sit there.
So after I got done sitting there, I went to the band room and got out my clarinet. Then I sat there a bit more until the rehearsal actually started.
It went as well as usual, which is... From one perspective, fairly well... I guess we get a lot of stuff done. But on the other hand, there are many things we are doing very very wrong, and we will probably continue to do them wrong even for our concert.
They aren't major issues. It's usually something like this: We are playing something incorrect rhythmically. It does not sound bad because another section is playing this rhythm. But it's not exactly right for our section.
Anyway. That finished up, and I went home. Things got better from there; most notably, I ate breakfast.

I actually got very little done this week. I did finish one laboratory in Purple Jelly. It's very very difficult though (despite being quite simple), and I'll probably end up placing it quite a bit later in the game than it is now (it's currently Lab 02; they start with 00 so it's the third stage).

After that I decided to continue the ongoing saga of trying to find an MMO that I actually like enough to continue playing.
But it's still way too early for there to be any news regarding that; most of the stuff I looked at wouldn't run on my computer anyway, or was very large and wouldn't fit, or was just dumb.

...I'm sure I did many other things this week, but I have gotten to the point where I am now realizing that this post has been immensely dull, and I can tell you exactly why that is.
I am talking about my life in extensive detail, something I thought I had decided to not do a long time ago. I'm not sure how this happened.
Now you can see why I don't do it.
Now, I would make an exception if I fell off a train and got kidnapped by a gang of sock smugglers, but that kind of thing never happens to me.

There is one thing about this post that you cannot deny, however, and that is, simply, that it is here at all.
That's pretty impressive considering my track record recently, is it not?

...Yeah, you're probably right.
You take all the fun out of life. Go home.

Yeah, I know you are. So maybe you should go somewhere else first and come back.


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