Third Time's The Charm

Or so "they" say.

Whoever "they" are...

I never honestly thought that I'd be this close to graduating college. It isn't like I expected a mysterious death or some sudden end of the world to come and rescue me. I just never perceived it happening, so far ahead in my life. Now it's here, and I find myself questioning what to do next.

Don't worry, I'm not going to get started on that whole speech. I realize that I am more fortunate than most of the others I will be walking across the stage with. Who wouldn't love working for a gaming company before you even graduate? I just have to hope that it holds up for a year or so until I can get something better. And by better I mean more my style, because what I do isn't a bad job, it just isn't in my field of interest.

If I survive the final night, I will be left with only two hurdles this year. First off, I have to actually pass all three of my classes this summer and get the official diploma(all while working!). Then if I manage to crawl past that hurdle, I have to worry about moving. It's weird because all I've been able to think about for the last six months is getting out of the crazy, party ridden apartment full of roommates and finding a place of my own. It took me loosing my computer for two months to realize that they aren't really that bad. Annoying at times, and definitely too messy to live with, they are pretty cool guys.

Jacob is a bit goofy, and does some silly things from time to time, but he has been legitimately funny as of late. Part of it are the jokes he makes, but a good 50% of the hilarity comes from the shock that it came from his lips. Now if he could just learn to be a cleaner cook.

Adam can be an awesome friend when he wants to be. It's so crazy how we can connect and think on the same wavelength at times, only for it to be siphoned from him and turned into...something else. Everyone knows why the change occurs, even him. It can't be helped, and we've all learned to live with it.

John is actually the perfect roommate. He cleans up after himself, he's quiet, he isn't ever around on the weekends, and he likes Street Fighter! It's a shame he is so interested in moving back home.

Speaking of Street Fighter IV, my love/hate relationship with this game is beginning to get to me. When I first got the game, I was pretty damn happy with it. Then I sort of fell out of love with it when Sean stopped playing me and my roommates thought it'd be a good idea to beat it with everyone without me. Then when I began playing online, I found a whole new level of love and appreciation for the game. It was fun, challenging, and a whole new experience for me.

Then all the twelve year olds learned how to throw a fireball and suddenly thought they were the end-all-be-all fighting champion. Without rhyme or reason, these idiot kids starting hopping online, talking some big shit, and winning tons of matches by throwing fireballs all day. It not only infuriates me that they lack real skill, but the fact that they are getting better ratings than I am is just ridiculous. How is something like that even fair?

If it isn't these little lucky bastards, it's some asshole who has no life outside of playing Xbox and Playstation online all day. These jerkoffs spend countless hours practicing their 10 hit combos and unblockable tech moves so that they can win matches in five seconds and fell like something special for once. It's so damn annoying when all I want to do is sit down and enjoy a challenging, but fun fight with some people online. I'm looking for a friendly, honorable confrontation, and all I've been able to find in the last two weeks are these two groups of people. What sucks the most is that I'm back to not wanting to play anymore, and I was just beginning to get good. What do you do?

It's late. I think I've talked enough.

Hopefully I can keep blogging this time. I so want to get into this little hobby...

~Jman