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FFXIII has a date!

I found out when Amazon sent me an email asking me if I want to pre-order.

Of course we all know better than to believe a SquareEnix release date, BUT I CAN'T HELP IT! I've tried to stay away from looking too much into FFXIII info, because all it does is get me excited and answer none of my questions. I don't like waiting. SquareEnix, are you telling me I can indulge now?

I'm a little bummed that it's for the Xbox too, since I'm a very loyal customer. This is exactly what I bought the PS3 for--yay! (Speaking of PS3s, I really like the new, small PS3, but the lack of backward compatibility makes me both happy that I bought the PS3 I did, and very upset.)

I hope FFXIII isn't a letdown like FFXII was. Even though I enjoyed it enough, it didn't quite live up to the FF reputation in my eyes. I'm dying for them to go back to games like FFVII and FFVIII; hell, I'll even take another FFIX.

They didn't say anything about Versus, guess the hottie will have to wait?

Bayonetta looks like it's on crack. And I want it.

Ah, I wish I had a nice LCD/plasma TV to go with this. Black Friday?

Barnes & Noble is always an adventure of sorts to me. Whether it be that I'm rushing in to use the bathroom, or shoplifting (only joking!) I always end up spending a lot of time browsing new books. I wandered over to one of the big tables, stacked with what they labeled as summer reading for teens. City of Bones looked good, and I read good reviews online, but the moment I saw Stephenie Meyer's name and quote on the cover, I put it down and thought, "Maybe next time..." It's fascinating how much her name revolts me now, since once upon a time, I adored her. And then I went to rehab.

Browsing the YA section, I just have one thing to say: I am so sick of these fantasy stories where a girl moves into a new town or goes through some life changing event, gains some weird power or something else that makes her oh so attractive to the fantasy species of the author's choosing, meets "mysterious" boy from said species, falls madly in love in about two seconds flat, and [insert rest of story here]. I don't read a lot of YA books because I feel like they usually aren't developed as well as regular novels, and the characters are usually shallow. If I ever get sick of the sci-fi/fantasy genre, it'll be thanks to reading the backs of these books. This theme/story plan is so fucking overdone, authors need to know that 1) it's not "unique" anymore, and 2) it's just plain dumb now.

This lady came up to me while I was browsing shelves and immediately started suggesting a series to me. "The Sookie Stackhouse series, the books that the show TrueBlood is based on, is AH-MAY-ZING." She even pointed to where the books were.
So I flashed her my best I'm-trying-not-to-be-socially-awkward smile, and said, "Yeah, I already read them. I love it." Which is all true.
She seemed pleased with herself and tapped the book in her hand. "This one, Dead and Gone is the latest."
That book came out a while ago, so I don't know why she was buying it now if she's such a big fan, but I didn't say anything and instead what went on in my mind was, "QUICK! WORK ON YOUR PEOPLE SKILLS!" So my social awkwardness superpowers kicked in and I just gave her that smile, nodded, and kind of did nothing. COME BAAAAAACK, I WANT TO BE FRIENDS FOR TWO MINUTES. After she left, a million potential conversations went through my head. Should have definitely asked if she preferred Eric or Bill, because Eric is WAAAAY hotter.

That amazing story aside, I bought a few books (because I like to buy faster than I can read), a couple magazines on dSLR photography (because I WILL master it), the Time Magazine Michael Jackson special (RIP MICHAEL!!), and I knocked over a book on display into the information desk and the man working there, because I'm good like that. Oh, I also bought some Godiva dark chocolate pearls because the packaging was so nice and I'm a sucker for dark chocolate.

I have this habit that when I buy one thing online, especially on Amazon, I have to buy just about six more things. Always books. Lately, I've been looking for a 50ft CAT6 ethernet cable, in fucking pink. I've never bought anything in pink before (not because I hate it, but just because... it's not what I prefer), but every single other color just screamed "business" and "you are getting old," and pink was such an unconventional color for an ethernet cable, I had to have it.

I ordered one off of Dell, they tell me it's been delayed until JULY, I call and cancel (not to mention face the most infuriating and racist customer service employee ever), bastard tells me it's been canceled, I buy another cable off of Amazon, and suddenly I END UP WITH TWO PINK 50FT ETHERNET CABLES. I AM GOING TO RIP SOMEONE A NEW ONE.

Other than that, my other recent failure is Heavenly Sword, which I've been eying since last semester. I purchased it from a user on Amazon, with the condition "Like New." Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but "Like New" to me means exactly as it sounds--IT LOOKS LIKE NEW, only it's not. Period. I expect Like New to have very, very little evidence that another human being has touched this. Instead, I received a case with a nasty sticky sticker residue stain on it, a bent and wrinkled booklet, and an oily ass fingerprint on the back of the CD--oily as in I CAN COUNT EVERY RIDGE ON THIS FINGERPRINT AND RUN IT THROUGH SOME CSI EQUIPMENT. /writes angry review.

Other than that, it's all good. =)

Last night:
"I AM HUNGRY AS HELL. I AM TIRED AS HELL. I JUST WANT SOME FUCKIN' MCDONALD'S AND I WANT TO GO TO GO FUCKIN' SLEEP, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO FUCKING ASK FOR??!!!!!!!!!!"

Lesson: I throw epic bitch fits when I'm hungry. LOL do not get in the way of me and my food.

But seriously. Last night was an adventure (for McDonald's, really). We went to the casino, lost money (I made $5!), got a speeding ticket by a lady cop for going fifteen freaking miles over the limit because we looked like drug dealers at 2am (seriously, this lady called for backup and inspected the car--not done for a 15mile speeding ticket). I was dragged to a drinking fest after saying "No, I'm tired. I just want some McDonald's and go to sleep," where everyone was screaming, throwing up, and feeling each other up in the kitchen. By then, it had been 12 hours since I had food, and I JUST WANTED MY MCDONALD'S OKAY??!

I don't throw bitch fits. I bitch, and I am a bitch at times, but I don't throw bitch fits so this is pretty rare. And not that serious since I wouldn't throw a bitch fit if I was really upset. It was fun actually, and my friend drove a few of us to McDonald's after stealing the car from her boyfriend:
"NO, THEY DON'T WANT YOUR CHICKEN PATTIES. THEY WANT MCDONALD'S."
"WHO, WHO WANTS MCDONALD'S??!! RAISE YOUR HANDS."
/multiple hands raise
"O shit. Pick me up some chicken nuggets?"

LOL, are we a bunch of crackheads or what. Me and my friends were starving by the time we got there and I paid for my driving friend, hahahahaha. "OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH, I'M GOING TO PAY FOR YOUUUUU, ORDER ANYTHING YOU WANT." Which backfired, in the dumbest way possible.

Someone explain to me how a 24 hour drive-thru McDonald's does NOT offer Happy Meals at 4am? And Big Macs. Nor take debit/credit. Do you NOT plan on making money?? The Happy Meal was for the driver, not me (because no way in hell was a Happy Meal going to be enough for me). This McDonald's somehow did not offer plain hamburgers, though we had no problem getting a Quarter Pounder. LMAOWTF??? Do they use special hamburger buns and meat or something for the plain old hamburgers? No, I got it, it's the box; they have to wait until the children workers in China finish cutting them out. =P

I bought this super awesome cup on a coffee run across the street, when "reading" up on soil formation (which can be summed up in two sentences, so that was a waste of time). The top is a TWIST OFF. No lie.

P.S. Yes, everything needs to be bold and capped in order to convey the appropriate level of energy.