Landon's Stupid Journal Thingie
Saturday, January 17, 2004
I was gonna post something today in my journal... then by the time I got around to it I forgot. Typical. Heehee...
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
This New Year's Eve, at 11:59 PM, I will declare myself soverign overlord of the omniverse.
On New Year's Day, at 12:01 AM, I will abdicate my position to Dan, thus bringing the begining of the Apocalypse.
Happy New Year!
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
Won my first L5R tourney on Sunday.
Granted, there were only 5 people and a couple of them were new to the game...
But I won. Finally! Go Crane Go!
If only the prize was cooler than yet another sword. I have three of these neat-looking-but-fake things sitting in my room now... I wish they were L5R packs instead. Heehee...
Found out today that after my current project at work ends tomorrow there won't be any more until February. That sucks. No cashola until then. Gah... I was so hoping to have some money to blow at Ushicon, and now I'm not sure if I'll be able to afford the hotel room. Sure, I'll still be able to go, but I wanted to pull the 24/7 bit. Oh well, there's always A Kon.
The relatives come into town Saturday. Its gonna be a hellish Christmas, or something like that. I plan on hanging out with my friends as much as possible while they're here, especially since I won't have work to hide at... I mean I won't have work to go to while they're here.
My response thingies are getting all lonely. They're begging for any of y'all to use them. Yes. They want you to use them. Violate them. Write in them in ways they've never been written in before. Ravage them like the proverbial Tentacle Demon ravaging underaged animated schoolgirls in postapocalyptic-feudal Neo-Tokyotonashi. Just write something in them, dammit! I didn't spend 10 minute searching on the internet for the place that lets you set those things up for nothing, now did I? Heeheehee...
Or don't write in them. They don't care. They'll just sit there on my blog, crying in their little corners like the pathetic losers they are.
Or something.
I'm bored.
Moreso than usual.
Someone entertain me. Dance for me! DANCE.... or DIE!
Friday, December 05, 2003
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Chad Landon Smith. He was a boring little boy who just sat around all day playing games of all sorts. It didn't matter what kind of game it was, be it video, card, or board, but that's all he did.
Yeah, Chad's a real loser.
One day, Chad decided to tell his life story. That was it.
The End.
Sunday, November 30, 2003
Been sick the past few days. That time of the year. I hate the cold. I hate pollen. Damn allergies.
Mentioned it in chat already... but I'm in a broken record mood so I'll repeat myself. Played in the L5R Reign of Blood pre-release today. I was 3-1 after the first 4 rounds. There were 8 of us left in contention for the finals. Top 4 were the only people who'd get a prize, with 2-4 getting swords and 1 getting a booster box from the new set.
Man... I was SO hoping for that box. Of course, it wasn't meant to be.
Why?
Because women are evil.
21 people played in today's tourney. 20 guys. 1 girl. And I end up playing against said lone girl in the deciding round to see who makes it to the finals. That then and there should have been enough for me to just conceed, since we ALL know that all women are copnspiring against me in their evil secret lairs, laughing maniacally at my silly misfortune. But I still gave it my fullest. No... I won't chalk up the loss to her playing Unicorn and having the Cavalry advantage. No... I won't chalk up the loss to me making one bad move in the early game that cost me a few units.
No...
Women are evil and plotted my loss today. They denied me my booster box. Or at the very least my sword.
One day, Evil Methodical Society Of Women Plotting The Downfall Of Chad Landon Smith... ONE DAY... I will be victorious! Mwahahahahaha!
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
I go to sleep early. Say 11ish. I sleep until 10 the next day. That's a good 11 hours of sleep. Granted, I woke up at 2 sneezing my head off, but I took some Benedryl and conked right back out.
So why in the hell am I still so damn sleepy 2 and a half hours after waking up?
The sleep gods must enjoy tormenting me.
Turkey Day fast approaches, and I am SO, SO, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO happy that no relatives will be in town. Not only have my aunt, uncle, and cousins decided to stay in the hellhole known as Lubbock for Turkey Day, my grandparents decided to take a trip to New York that day as well.
I can stay in my pajamas all day. Life is good.
Oh, and have I ever mentioned that I hate my grandfather?
Well, technically speaking he isn't my real grandfather. My grandmother remarried when I was like 5 years old. My real grandfather died back in the 60s, so I never knew him. But anyway... yeah... I hate him. Most of my family hates him. He's a real jerk. Here's a little story to ilustrate just how much of a scumbag he is.
He goes to some lecture for some stupid political figure at a hotel in Austin or something like that. Said political figure gives out free copies of his book to the people that came. Said political figure runs out of copies of the book before my "grandfather" gets one. "Grandfather" goes out into the hotel lobby and sees a woman set down her copy of the book on a counter and walks away for a few minutes to do something. "Grandfather" steals book, then when woman sees this and demands he give back her book he says "finders keepers." That's a direct quote, according to my grandmother. He does it like he's proud of stealing her book.
I'm not one to genuinely hate a person. People get on my nerves. People annoy me. I'll jokingly say "I can't stand so-and-so" but there's no real animosity, just annoyance. I don't even really hate my maniacal cousin that I often gripe about. But my "grandfather"... I think I genuinely hate him. He's scum, plain and simple.
Oh... here's yet another story about him. This happened on my birthday a few years ago. We invite my grandmother and "him" to eat out with us at my favorite little restaurant, Good Time Charlie's. My grandmother isn't feeling well so she isn't able to come, but "he" comes. We're talking and my mom asks "him" why "he" hasn't taken my grandmother to the doctor. He replies, roughly speaking, "she has her own car and her own money, she can take herself and pay for herself if she wants to get better." And he goes on and on about this for a good 5 minutes while I can see my mom fuming with anger, since the bastard is more or less saying he really doesn't give a damn about my mom's mom.
If there's a Hell, I'm sure he has a nice seat reserved in one of the lower circles.
But anyway... enough of that. I don't like to bitch like that, but it had to be said...
This Saturday is the pre-release for the next L5R set. Reign of Blood. Gotta love a name like that. The set even has a card called, appropriately enough, Rain of Blood. Too bad its a mostly magic-centered set, although my 2nd favorite clan, Shadowlands, are getting a nice boost in this set. Onis go smashysmashy.
