"And
I vaguely remember Lara smiling at me from the doorway, the
glittering ambiguity of a girl's smile, which seems to promise an
answer to the question but never gives it. The
question, the one we've all been asking since girls stopped being
gross, the question that is too simple to be uncomplicated: Does she
like me or like
me?" (Looking For Alaska,
64)
Wrists and forearms be damned, I played Black Ops 2 today. I learned last night that this is a double XP weekend and this morning I discovered that it also meant 24/7 Nuketown. That is the only map I enjoy playing and I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I had a few good games in the beginning, a whole bunch of crap in the middle, and then I ended strong. The crap in the middle came from lag issues. It seemed like no matter what lobby I got into I was never quite in sync and several of the games went through mid-game host migrations. I could chase a dude around and shoot him two or three times in the back, point blank, and not get a single hit marker. There was even one instance where I shot in front of a guy and when I turned around to run the other way I got a hit marker and the kill. It was all kind of frustrating but obviously not enough for me to stop playing.
Tonight at work I watched Psych, added a few more rows to my blanket, and read a size able chunk of Looking For Alaska (hence the quote at the beginning of this entry). It was pretty much a carbon copy of last night at work. In fact, most of my days tend to be carbon copies of previous days. I would say I need to work on that but I've been saying that since high school. I need to actually do, not think.
Wrists and forearms be damned, I played Black Ops 2 today. I learned last night that this is a double XP weekend and this morning I discovered that it also meant 24/7 Nuketown. That is the only map I enjoy playing and I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I had a few good games in the beginning, a whole bunch of crap in the middle, and then I ended strong. The crap in the middle came from lag issues. It seemed like no matter what lobby I got into I was never quite in sync and several of the games went through mid-game host migrations. I could chase a dude around and shoot him two or three times in the back, point blank, and not get a single hit marker. There was even one instance where I shot in front of a guy and when I turned around to run the other way I got a hit marker and the kill. It was all kind of frustrating but obviously not enough for me to stop playing.
Tonight at work I watched Psych, added a few more rows to my blanket, and read a size able chunk of Looking For Alaska (hence the quote at the beginning of this entry). It was pretty much a carbon copy of last night at work. In fact, most of my days tend to be carbon copies of previous days. I would say I need to work on that but I've been saying that since high school. I need to actually do, not think.
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