The Blogwind

So guys, I had a brilliant/god-awful (delete as appropriate) idea while sat in bed looking for something to do with my Saturday morning; sharing my views with the masses. I'm leaning god-awful at the moment, but it could work.

OBSTACLE THE FIRST: FACEBOOK CAN'T IMPORT FOR TOFFEE

Solution: Tell myself repeatedly that Facebook sucks and I really only use it because all my friends from school use it. I'dve kept up with Bebo based on this, but Bebo sucked even more. I can only handle so much suck, and most of that is dealing with myself.

Also just means people see my Neoseeker profile. They'd probably think "God, he's such a nerd", but... eh, they probably know that anyway. Hi guys. :3

THE SECOND OBSTACLE: GETTING A TWITTER

Solution: Bite the bullet again and get a damn Twitter. I've already bitten three in joining GameFAQS (though I feel the consecutive bans of my accounts redeems this one), Be
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Oh, hi, Neoseeker, I was just thinking of something to rant about, then I remembered I actually said a pickup line in public on Friday and immediately thought "oh my god, these are such a crap way to get a woman it's not funny".

I can't quite describe them (or the immense shame I felt when I realised what I'd said) in my own words, so I'll just tear a few to shreds from this website and hope that I'm looking at this the right way.

"Is that the sun coming up... or is that just you lighting up my world?"

Cheesey. Yawn.

"Let's make like a fabric softener and snuggle."

Uhm, no. Creep.

"Is your last name Gillete cause your the best a man can get."

... You've just met me.

"Do you want to make millions? millions of babies!"

I'd construct an actual response to this, but in no way would I ever endorse picking up a woman for the sole purposes of making babies. Children come from deep and meaningful relatio
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So you people who pay attention to my mindless rants may remember how a while back (three months next Thursday!) I was making a deal about how I was going to college this year. I started about a week and a half ago, and Jesus Christ it's expensive.

I think the bill so far's about £86 (of my own money for once! D:), with another £15-odd going in tomorrow when I have to stock up on more paper. Add this to my £60-odd student deposit and the fact I haven't even been told whether I have to pay for textbooks or not, and... yeah. I don't even want to know how much money university's going to cost me/my family. If I even go to uni in the end, considering I could do just as well as an accountant without university and simply clawing my way up in the world via an apprenticeship.

Having said that, though, it's... fun, I suppose. Certainly better than I expected to find it, having taken Maths, Acco
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This is where what respect I'd dragged up for myself on Neoseeker goes down the drain.

About two weeks ago, I got Pokemon Platinum, mostly because I really needed a new game to take the edge off of my two months summer this year (Jesus Christ I never knew sitting on my arse without a care in the world could be so damn boring) and I couldn't get hold of either Persona 3 or 4, but also because there's something about taking a cute little creature and making it into an unstoppable "killing" machine I find oddly addictive.

When I got the game, I was expecting the standard fare for the typical third installment of a generation- a few fluffed up bits here and there, a bit of a graphic tweak, but nothing major. Boy, was I wrong. It's not a whole new game, true, but the presses would definitely have been alerted and I'd have known way earlier and actually rushed to buy it instead of t
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There, now I've polarized myself to Neoseeker by finding such things funny, I suppose I should make this a blog post and not an advert by giving my two cents on Womens Rights. All joking aside, there's one key thing that pisses me off about womens rights; they want to be on the same level as men, so why the hell are us men still excommunicated if we even so much as raise a fist? That, women, is not equal rights. That is more rights. I wouldn't personally hit a woman unless it was life or death, but then I wouldn't
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I don't really know how to put this, being free from school until September, when I go on to college, but I can try. I was going to try and come up with a nice witty title revolving around my username and a tornado in the general vicinity of Southampton, but I think the concept of me being set loose on the world is scary enough without the reminder of my sense of humour.

I suppose I should reflect on the last few years, but that would bring up some rather painful memories concerning my mother, so I won't do that. Besides, it's not like reflecting on the past will change it and magically make it better (nor would I want it to- for better or for worse, everything I've ever done and everything that's ever happened to me has made me me, and I wouldn't change myself for the world), so I should probably look to the future instead. College in September (probably staying local, because I'm a chea
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Sup Neo. I'dve given you a blog recently, but I haven't felt like raging at anything other than myself and I don't care to make this into "Yet Another Emo Teen Blog", so you've had sod all. I'm sorry. I'll try to raeg at something else. Something topical. How about... Valentines Day? You know, that magical day you're supposed to spend with your significant other?

Excuse me while I throw up. Why the hell am I discussing the finer points of a relationship on the Internet, the cesspool of social rejects like me? It's not like we've all got Valentines here, that's why. In theory, I won't have the entirety of Neoseeker saying "lul ur just jellus". I'll have a few of you doing it, sure. But that would imply that I'm actually jealous of you people having emotional ball-and-chains. Yes, I'm a bitter and cynical sod who didn't get enough hugs as a small child, but there's no laws banning bitter an
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Tell me one thing, Neo. What exactly is the point of The Game? Who would make something that the point of which is to forget it's existence, lest you lose? Is it some sort of social experiment? An experiment to see who is truly the most forgetful person alive and laud them as a winner? Is it just to punish those of us who have good memories and make us look like losers? Or is it just to see how fast people can stop giving a shit?

Take me, for example. I used to enjoy the Game- for the times I actually remembered it existing, and taking the opportunity to make a subtle way of making people share in my loss. Then, my real life "friends" discovered it. This is when I stopped giving a shit. See, to me, the Game was about how subtly you could make people lose while not losing yourself- redundant, I know, considering that activley trying to ma
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(Warning: The following blog post contains copius amounts of giant robot and general nerdery.)

Finally. The end of EX Hard mode is in sight. Episode 42 of 43, but due to my hatred of going out of my way for Battle Masteries I won't be able to go to Episode 43, so for me this is the end. And oh God has it been a hell of a ride. There is a point in any OG2 playthrough where your groups combined awesomeness renders the rest of the game fairly challenge free. For me, this time it was Episode 27 where I discovered Wildwurger L. More specifically, Wildwurger L's Stun Shot. A one use weapon that renders the target immobile for a turn. Sounds useless, right? Wrong. Combined with Armor Breakers, one turn is enough to drag even one of the really strong lategame bosses down to pitiful levels of health. And through this, they can't even counter you or launch an attack on their phase. Yes, that's righ
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Tell me, Neo. Why do we need to have photos taken? Why do people feel the need to preserve my mug for ever more? If I were Prince Charming's even more handsome brother, sure. But I'm not him, so why me ffs?

Anyway, for some reason, one (and ONLY ONE) of the colleges I'm applying to required me to have passport photos. I wasn't expecting this when I started filling out the forms last night, so I had to get some photos done on the way to school yesterday morning. It did not end well.



Yes, that is the photo I'm giving to the college, mostly because it was my last attempt before I had to fork over another £4 and I really didn't have the money to do that. I only just fit in the photo booth (goddamn being tall) and my ****ing massive bag took up most of the footwell. So yeah. If I grow anymore, we're going to have to find me another way of getting passport photos. :|

Bit short, I know, but I sho
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