Hello, I Am A Video Game Player
And I like to play Video Games on my Video Game Console the Playstation Two.
Yes I am bored enough to compose a new entry for this blog, the above is the way I have been passing the time, although playing the same old games gets rather tiresome and there's a complete lack of new releases until nearer Christmas. I have now completed Tony Hawk's Underground a grand total of six times. I am not ashamed to say that I could probably list every goal and detail the changes between the difficulty levels on each of them, even down to the fact that on the Wallplant Combo goal on Sick you have to turn left at the end of your manual and continue on, instead of straight on like on Normal mode. Now that the fictional readers of this article are bored to sleep, I'll slip in the comment that I myself am considering the purchase of a skateboard, for no good reason. Alas, I am (to use a colloquial term for a moment) totally broke, due to the purchase of one hundred and twenty Great British pounds' worth of CD albums and eighty-two Great British pounds' worth of twelve-inch vinyl.
To spin off on a semi-random tangent linked only by minor fragments of logic existing solely in the higher reaches of my subconscious mind, my college timetable is rather queer this year. Monday to Wednesday I'm in all day except an early afternoon period free for luncheon, but Thursday and Friday I have a single early morning lesson per day. The worst element of this unusual scheduling strategy is the fact that Friday's only used period is a rather dire Mathematics lesson, which is quite probably my least favourite subject ever. The general consensus is that directly after this event of lecture, the entire class departs to the local public house to become inebriated and purge the horror from their short-term memory before it has a chance to settle and take root. I consider this an excellent course of action, and thus have vowed to follow it for as long as this state of affairs continues. I have recently begun to partake of alcoholic beverages as semi-regular intervals, generally imbibing medium quantities of either Fosters' or Woodpecker. I am contemplating upgrading my consumption to copious amounts, but as yet have not discovered an ample enough reason to become regularly and heavily intoxicated. Possibly attempts at interaction with the female gender will provide reason enough, as embarking on tasks such as that generally end up in failure and general angst on my part. Sweeping that dirty subject under the unwashed blue and grey nineteen-seventies-styled worn rug of life with the odd coffee stain in the shape of a two-headed cat's rear feet, I ought to finish tonight's blog composition soon as I have a 12'o'clock curfew for internet-based activity due to my current status of full-time college student. So, good morrow to you fine sirs who do not read this, I shall be off.
Yes I am bored enough to compose a new entry for this blog, the above is the way I have been passing the time, although playing the same old games gets rather tiresome and there's a complete lack of new releases until nearer Christmas. I have now completed Tony Hawk's Underground a grand total of six times. I am not ashamed to say that I could probably list every goal and detail the changes between the difficulty levels on each of them, even down to the fact that on the Wallplant Combo goal on Sick you have to turn left at the end of your manual and continue on, instead of straight on like on Normal mode. Now that the fictional readers of this article are bored to sleep, I'll slip in the comment that I myself am considering the purchase of a skateboard, for no good reason. Alas, I am (to use a colloquial term for a moment) totally broke, due to the purchase of one hundred and twenty Great British pounds' worth of CD albums and eighty-two Great British pounds' worth of twelve-inch vinyl.
To spin off on a semi-random tangent linked only by minor fragments of logic existing solely in the higher reaches of my subconscious mind, my college timetable is rather queer this year. Monday to Wednesday I'm in all day except an early afternoon period free for luncheon, but Thursday and Friday I have a single early morning lesson per day. The worst element of this unusual scheduling strategy is the fact that Friday's only used period is a rather dire Mathematics lesson, which is quite probably my least favourite subject ever. The general consensus is that directly after this event of lecture, the entire class departs to the local public house to become inebriated and purge the horror from their short-term memory before it has a chance to settle and take root. I consider this an excellent course of action, and thus have vowed to follow it for as long as this state of affairs continues. I have recently begun to partake of alcoholic beverages as semi-regular intervals, generally imbibing medium quantities of either Fosters' or Woodpecker. I am contemplating upgrading my consumption to copious amounts, but as yet have not discovered an ample enough reason to become regularly and heavily intoxicated. Possibly attempts at interaction with the female gender will provide reason enough, as embarking on tasks such as that generally end up in failure and general angst on my part. Sweeping that dirty subject under the unwashed blue and grey nineteen-seventies-styled worn rug of life with the odd coffee stain in the shape of a two-headed cat's rear feet, I ought to finish tonight's blog composition soon as I have a 12'o'clock curfew for internet-based activity due to my current status of full-time college student. So, good morrow to you fine sirs who do not read this, I shall be off.
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